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Yuuri Katsuki once believed gold was a finish line...
Yuuri thought moving to Russia would feel like the next chapter. Like skating into a warm-down routine after the final spin. Instead, it felt like standing on the edge of a frozen lake and realizing...he didn’t know how thick the ice was. St. Petersburg was beautiful. Beautiful and brutal. The cold clawed through the seams of his coat. Strangers stared. He missed conbini coffee. Missed vending machines. Missed understanding signs without squinting.
Viktor said he could teach him Russian. “Start with the important words,” Yuuri said. So Viktor taught him любовь, then здесь, then остаться. Love. Here. Stay. Yuuri didn’t say them out loud. He just nodded. Mila showed him how to haggle for apples at the market. Yakov yelled at him less than expected. The rink smelled like metal and ice—different than Detroit’s sterility, different than Hasetsu’s warmth. But it was a rink. He could work with that.
Viktor’s apartment had high ceilings and cold floors. Too many mirrors. Not enough ramen bowls. Yuuri unpacked slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he was staying or just if this was real life now. He forgot how to move with Viktor. He knew how to be his student. His competitor. His fantasy. Now he was brushing his teeth beside him, buying milk, folding socks. It felt more intimate than kissing. And when Viktor returned to the ice... Yuuri didn’t know how to watch him. As a coach? Or as a lover? Or maybe as the boy who once idolized him? He just watched. And felt like he was bleeding in reverse.
They trained at different times. Yuuri liked the silence. Viktor liked the music. Yuuri didn’t say he felt small next to Viktor’s effortless charisma or how much he missed being the only one Viktor skated for. They fought. Over nothing, at first: A forgotten lunch. A bad practice. A towel left on the floor. Then over something stupid Yuuri said, “Maybe you don’t need me here.” Viktor flinched. Didn’t answer.
Phichit called. Yuuri cried into his phone and Phichit said, “This isn't a 'lovers to enemies' trope. You just moved in together, it's a big change.” Then, they talked about Detroit and that time when attempted to make a pizza, almost blasting their apartment when they forgot about the oven. Now, they laughed about it.
The next week with Yakov's blessing, Yuuri started skating before sunrise. Alone. He built a routine from scratch. Raw. Stripped of flourish. Just breath and blades and fear. He didn’t show Viktor. Not yet. This was his. They apologized. In gestures. In silence. In holding hands under the table at dinner. “I want you here,” Viktor finally said. Yuuri answered, “And I want to stay.”
Yuuri learned how to curse in Russian from Yurio. He used it once when the toaster exploded. Viktor nearly fell off the couch laughing.
They started using Japanese at home. Viktor mispronounced everything with dramatic flair. But when he said okaeri, something knotted in Yuuri’s chest came loose. Yuuri finally showed Viktor the routine. No music. Just movement. Viktor watched, silent, glassy-eyed. When Yuuri finished, Viktor whispered, “That’s the most honest thing I’ve ever seen.” It didn’t get easier overnight. Some days Yuuri still felt like a guest. Some nights Viktor curled around him like he was afraid Yuuri might disappear. But there was laughter again. And practice. And tomorrows. Hasetsu was his family. Detroit was memory. St. Petersburg was still strange. But it was where his skates lived now. And his toothbrush. And Viktor. And if Viktor was here, then it was home.
Now he understood... there was no final pose. No standing ovation. This wasn’t the end. Because their love had no end. One night, curled up on the couch, Yuuri asked, “What now?” Viktor smiled. “Now?” He reached to take Yuuri's hand into his. “Next level.”
He's my boy
Do you have a boyfriend?// Ask me in your next life
I won't let anyone take you away from me
Can I fall deeply in love with you?// Yes
To me, you're precious
Rain does not know anything about this, right?
If you're still running in my mind, I won't let you go// If you think I'm just a toy, stop it// If not so?// Daydream?
If you want to leave, you know what to give me// Whatever you want, take it
Sky & Prapai (love in the air, pilot x official trailer)
You know what? If you want to leave, you know what you need to give?// Whatever you want, take it.
Thinking about how this poem referenced in Hometown Cha Cha Cha perfectly suits KimChay.💔 Quite literally 😔 considering their interactions happen near entrances 🥺 not to mention they were each other's muse 😭😭😭😭
"The Gatekeeper" by Kim Haeng Soon (tr. David Bowles)
It’s my job to say, “You can’t do that here.”
It’s my job to deny your objective.
It’s my job to deny you the next day, too.
It’s my job to wait for you the following day to deny you again.
It’s my job to wait for you the day after that and fall in love with you.
So it’s my job to deny my love.
“I won’t cry over my vocation,” I wrote.
But while writing in my diary,
I sometimes wept.
Tho? Aek? Natsu? LEON?!!!
Now if they doesn't give a proper cameo THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES 😭😤
Pakorn vs Puen
Wdym my body hair is ugly?? Like??? I'm a mammal???? Why what're you?? A reptile?
#stop shaming people for being human it's sickening #go read about pros and cons of hair removal on the internet #instead of using it to post hate comments
Necklaces of all types
In the first pic, Kim is a celebrity keeping his distance from fans. Although he's now particularly drawn to one person more than he should 😉
In the first picture, he's fondly thinking if Chay which even clears his creative block, but he's in isolation. He's working. Maybe not on his hidden agenda. But he's still working on music. Thus he's channeling his emotions into music, his outlet, and not necessarily acting upon them. He's just transferring it from one cage to another.
He still has a chain on when he breaks Porchay's heart. This is interesting. Because this particular breakup in sandwiched between the 2 times Kim rescued Chay. Which makes his vague apology in this scene seem like : "I'm sorry (it's for the best) or I'm sorry (you'll not understand my greater cause)"
But it does show he's conflicted & hiding emotions.
The fourth picture is probably the thickest chain he's worn in the series. Understandably so because it's almost impossible to NOT melt in that situation 😭
How can someone stand without confessing their love for Porchay. When he's being an obedient student turning in homework. And serenading you at your door. In broad daylight. With the first love song he's ever written. For you.
I know you're Kimhan Theerapanyakul but still. HOW?! 😭✋🏼
PS Look out for the special part
Part 1
Part 2
Special
You always get an extra popsicle for him (he can finish one in two bites HOW CUTE ASFHDWAK)
Loves it when you come to practices & sleeps in your lap during breaks
Rants a lot about volleyball to earn a scolding from you ("Stop being so hard on yourself Nishinoya!!")
Very big on PDA and loves posting couple pictures on social media
Worries if you are jealous of Kiyoko but relieved after you both become friends
Loves hand holding and other forms of physical touch (loud clingy babieee)
Let's his hair down in front of you & you love patting his fluffy tuft of hair
Pouts if you don't give him a good morning/good night kiss
Many study dates bcs he can't study but you both get distracted (Ennoshita the tutor ftw)
Always acts cheeky and flirty with you no matter the day
Insists you come to every match to cheer
Needs a little push to open up about difficult feelings
LOVES acting all big & protective about you but loves it even MORE when he gets babied by you
Happily wears all couple rings & bracelets
Loves teasing you that "You have a handsome boyfriend"
Regains all energy and forgets his worries for a bit when you meet him
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Lets first look at the 2 personas of Kimhan Theerapanyakul
Kim
Third son of the major family
Shrewd, calculative & sort of a silent killer in human form
Has no difficulty stopping emotions from meddling with his rational mind
Grew up in a world of organised crime
Watched his eldest brother get kidnapped & suffer from unhealed trauma
Was encouraged to inculcate trust issues & never believe in the goodness that exists in the world
Extremely good at reading people
Introverted
The last 2 points could either be inherent or acquired. Witnessing his brothers struggle, the constant rivalry between major & minor family must have made him lose his innocence quite early without even trying. (Imagine how sick it can be when the adults encourage cousins to be rivals)
I strongly believe he discovered something disturbing about his family which made him choose to move out & isolate himself. His ability to shut down his emotions with ease could again be inherent or acquired, but it only makes him more dangerous if he were to actively get involved in crime.
He could be gathering information after moving out for either of the following reasons
He discovered a family secret he shouldn't have which even his elder brothers are unaware of
He is disinterested in the family business & power play; lucky enough to have Kinn who made the sacrifice
It's all a disguise to gather intelligence & protect his brother from far
He has a plan which should be executed without his father's knowledge
WIK
Student at a music school
Celebrity, singer & songwriter, plays guitar & piano
Perceived as a common civilian by public
Has a good fan following
Gets equally impressed & excited on meeting a dedicated fanboy
My stance is that he wouldn't agree to tutor Porchay even if he was not a mafia's son. Because he is a celebrity; he would want to keep a healthy distance from his fans.
He himself admits to Porchay that WIK is the side of him which he prefers. For someone who lives in self imposed isolation (privacy is now at double risk as a celebrity & mafia prince) his art is an outlet for emotions. Music is his safe space.
Kimhan Theerapanyakul has no trouble compartmentalizing his life & switching personas.... Until Chay enters his life.
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