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JJ - from time to time - made very poor decisions. He wouldn't admit it, but it was due to in part to his age. Still a teenager by all technicalities, and immature for his age, these choices typically were quite harmless. This was a time where they were not. JJ barely remembered what happened halfway through the night. He had one shot, two shot, three shot, four... shots. That's when he stopped remembering things. He was a young person, enjoying a trip abroad, and making terrible decisions.

Indeed, not every decision made at happy hour was a good one.

None of them seemed to be this time.

When he woke up with a pounding headache, he was somewhere unfamiliar. A hotel it looked like. He moved about the room for his belongings. He gathered up his clothes, got dressed, and looked around for his phone. It was getting close to dead. He didn't know where he was exactly.

He didn't want to ask for help, either. He was above that.

But - since he had offered - he opted to text someone who he knew would help him - Yuuri Katsuki. He shared minimal details.

Strange hotel. You offered help. Don't say a thing.
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He wasn't going to do it. In fact, most of his instincts told him that he should probably avoid the meeting that Victor had requested with him at all costs. He should be smart. He should have said he would meet up and not shown up. Waste Victor's time in this entire thing. He wouldn't have - had Victor not made it sound like a challenge. He has this unstoppable urge to not pass up a challenge. The curse of still being a teenager.

Still, despite showing up - the whole thing made him uneasy. Victor hadn't been happy, which was easy enough to tell, even through text. Things got around the grapevine quickly. He was a little worried that everyone was going to find out about what had happened with Yuri. Not that he was overly ashamed of it (he wasn't), but for the most part, he knew it was something that probably shouldn't have happened. It was a fun, but intimate, moment.

It wasn't for anyone to hear about.

But even with his concerns. He stood outside the rink, hands in the pockets of his training jacket. He was identifiable, for sure. He didn't really have friends in Russia, though.

There, he waited for Victor.

(this is continued from here)
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continued from here

JJ had so much to lose. He had everything to lose - especially Isabella. And with his long standing policy with her being honesty, he wondered how he was going to breach this subject. Plus, they were both famous in their careers. He didn't know who was watching, and surely - someone had seen Yuri enter his room. Even if no one saw what was happening, Yuri entering his room would make it easy enough to draw conclusions.


There he was, aggressively kissing the much smaller skater. He wasn't breaking it, either. Was this some game of chicken? To see who would give up first?

He decides to bite Yuri's bottom lip, hand moving away from his chin, to press it against Yuri's shoulder, with the other's back against the door. He was holding him there. He was giving him no out.


kingfuckboy: (Default)Jean-Jacques Leroy 👑 KING JJ

April 2017



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