In his time away from Yuri, JJ had convinced himself of a three of things:
1. He didn't have feelings for Yuri 2. He wouldn't ever have feelings for Yuri 3. He cared about Yuri only as a competitor
None of them were actually true, of course. He probably wouldn't have flown all the way to Russia just to watch him skate if he didn't care about him at all. He didn't do this for any of the other competitors.
The tattoos didn't go unnoticed. JJ knew what his skin looked like, and those were an unmistakable addition.
He watched how Yuri skated. It was... different to JJ this time, watching him skate. It had been so long, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. JJ felt like he truly was competition. He was looking forward to facing him again in the Grand Prix. He knew that Yuri would be there. Both routines suited him.
He lingered until it was cleared out. He noticed Yuri was staying behind, and was a little proud of himself for waiting until the competition had ended.
He had considered sneaking up on him, but opted against it. He walked up to him in the bleachers. He had put his hat, jacket, and sunglasses on when everyone was clearing out. But as he approached Yuri he lost these pieces. It was clear exactly who this was.
He hadn't changed.
"Good job, kitten," JJ said, clapping his hands together as he approached. He used the name he had used then (it felt like forever ago now).
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1. He didn't have feelings for Yuri
2. He wouldn't ever have feelings for Yuri
3. He cared about Yuri only as a competitor
None of them were actually true, of course. He probably wouldn't have flown all the way to Russia just to watch him skate if he didn't care about him at all. He didn't do this for any of the other competitors.
The tattoos didn't go unnoticed. JJ knew what his skin looked like, and those were an unmistakable addition.
He watched how Yuri skated. It was... different to JJ this time, watching him skate. It had been so long, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. JJ felt like he truly was competition. He was looking forward to facing him again in the Grand Prix. He knew that Yuri would be there. Both routines suited him.
He lingered until it was cleared out. He noticed Yuri was staying behind, and was a little proud of himself for waiting until the competition had ended.
He had considered sneaking up on him, but opted against it. He walked up to him in the bleachers. He had put his hat, jacket, and sunglasses on when everyone was clearing out. But as he approached Yuri he lost these pieces. It was clear exactly who this was.
He hadn't changed.
"Good job, kitten," JJ said, clapping his hands together as he approached. He used the name he had used then (it felt like forever ago now).