Once again, I like the side-swapped couple again...

Original Story: yuri on ice

Paring :

Phichit Chulanont

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Lee Seung Gil

Rate : PG13

Note :

The parts that I want to write are gathered together at the end of the story.

P.S. Get married before episode 2.

P.S. 2 I read the name incorrectly, but I liked reading Lee more than E for no reason.

It's just another day before the competition when the athletes are in their rooms, even the cheerful ones who have been taking photos all day. Chulanont also has to lie in bed bored, scrolling back and forth on her phone, alternating with teasing classmate Katsuki Yuri about her special relationship with Yuri the Russian.

“Oh, Chulanont-san, that's enough.” The owner of the thick glasses laughed at his Japanese male friend's life-or-death attitude due to a problem causing him and Yuri to be in the same room when the others had singles rooms. But neither of them felt anything at all.

“Oh, I didn't think that a person like Yuri would be such a dishonest close friend.” He waved his friend's phone over, which almost went under the bed in embarrassment.

...Thought I'd pick it up and play while waiting for the battery to charge. Who would have thought that they would find something great?

While the wallpaper used to be a picture of the coach he was so proud of, it was now replaced with the sleeping face of a skater nicknamed the Russian Ghost. Moreover, the photo gallery was filled with pictures of the same people in When he was careless, he even took a screenshot of a picture on IG that the person posted.

The most severe symptoms...

“Anyway, Chulanont-san got my cell phone back!” The owner of the cell phone crawled from the foot of the bed and wrestled for the cell phone with him. Even though the owner of the cell phone was shorter, he had more agility, so he dodged with caution. Skillful and fast

“Wait, Yuri, if you keep taking pictures like this, The bird's eyes are very clear, let me tell you."

“And what does the bird have to do with my cell phone?!” The Thai athlete laughed as the other side didn't know the meaning of his own country's specialized words until the war over cell phones ended with the sound of kicking a goal with his leg.

“Whoa! Victor asked me to come after you all-” He didn't finish his sentence. The owner of the thuggish expression suddenly quieted down from the scene in front of him.

The picture of Yuri laying on top of him (trying to take the phone), using one hand to lock the tan man's arms together (actually he was bored so he was about to give the phone back), and the black shirt that had been lifted up until Seeing the navel (laughs at Yuri's face until his shirt opens)

"Ah... I must have interrupted. Please feel free." Russian Yuri closed the door. As well as the people above him rushing out to block the door.

“No, no, you are misunderstanding! Like…I can really explain this!” The short figure looked at his foreign friend who was looked at like fresh trash.

“Then why do you have to explain to me? I just came to tell you that Victor will play a game with the others. Gather in the Russian athletes' dormitory,” the owner of bright golden hair like a woman said quickly before quickly walking away, causing the person standing at the door to turn and give murderous glances to the people in the room, whose beds were hot and golden.

“Why didn't Chulanont-san help me speak? Whew!!!” The other person cringed in the language of a crybaby. He laughed before walking over and slapping his shoulder and returning the phone to him. Then he went to pick up the phone that had been left on the charger for a while.

"Anyway, let's just go with what that guy said first. Life still has a long way to go." After saying that, he laughed at his own joke. Then push the roommate out of the room before locking the door.

The distance between the Russian athletes' rooms was only at the end of the corridor, and with the occupants being the favorites in the competition, the room was unfairly larger than the others. The laughter of tanned people

Japanese athletes knock on the door. After a while, someone opened the door to reveal the atmosphere in the room that was like a strange international conference, with people gathered all from different countries.

“Hey Yuri, conquer! I'm waiting, so come in.” The roommate's coach pushed the two of them into a circle with the others.

The people in the room included athletes from China, Russia, and Korea including him and Yuri. Japan and Thailand increased

“…It seems like everyone is a bit wary of their competitors, so there are fewer people than expected,” Guang Hong said when he saw him looking around the room.

“Then let's get started! Katsuki-kun, explain the rules.”

“Eh?!?” His roommate pointed at himself, not understanding.

“That shit is your country's game. The king's game It was fun.” The owner of the thick glasses sighed, surrendering to the coach's gaze. He walked over and picked up a blank notepad on the table, wrote on it, and tore it into small squares.

“Don't you have to use a stick?” Pichit asked after seeing this game through Japanese cartoons.

“Actually, using anything that can be drawn is enough,” the game owner from his own country confirmed before putting more than one person's worth of paper into an opaque plastic box for small items that were placed nearby.

“The rules are to draw lots to see whoever gets the one that says the king will give any order to the numbers. The person who gets the number will wait to hear orders from the king. One order per turn before drawing a new lottery, that's it.” Pichit began to notice that his easily fat friend had a sad expression on his face the whole time Victor decided to play this game without asking anyone's willingness (actually,

Even if I ask, no one will answer because the main purpose of playing is just to get bored, it can be any game)

The game started quietly and the Thai athlete randomly picked up a small square piece of paper from a folded cardboard box before smiling widely and holding up the piece of paper with the English letters written on it: King.

“I'm the king! Please order Number 1 to tell Number 3 an embarrassing story.” He continued to smile at his command. Proudly Before the person who got number 1 raised his hand with an expression like a gangster about to punch someone.

“Who's number 3?” the tan owner asked, trying not to laugh at the fact that the person whose face had fallen from the start of the game was the owner of the unlucky number.

"Wow, that's awesome, we got WRI too." How do you tease him? The Russian ghost didn't have the heart to scold him, his expression showing that he was thinking of the most embarrassing story of his namesake.

“This guy... used to cry a lot when Victor pretended to kill him with ketchup on Halloween. Even though the kid he was with at the time could see from a hundred meters away that he was pretending, he still tried to take a knife that was just a trick. The doctor stuck it in his shirt until it actually pierced the flesh. The doctors scolded each other for teasing the person who was being teased.”

A short story made my Japanese friend almost melt away on the floor of the room. Amidst the laughter of others

"enough! Let's start the next turn.” Pichit understands the reason why game owners from his own country don't want to play this game.

The paper was returned to the box. Katsuki ceremoniously shook the box slightly before starting the next round as the atmosphere became more tense from the first round. He picked up the last piece of paper. Before opening the folded paper

…original disc

“I am the king again! Ask number 4 to tell you the two-syllable name of the person you like.” Many people began to look around for the person who got the number. 4Since the entire room was male, it was not assumed who was giving the orders.

“It's me.” The silver-haired owner waved his hand. Before breaking into a wry smile

“The person I like…Yuri! Let's start the next game,” Victor dismissed. In the eyes of the Russian ghosts who put more and more pressure on their namesake.

The third game started again, this time it was Guang Hong who shook the box. He picked up some of the first pieces of paper.

…Number 5

“I'm the king myself, so let Number 4 tell me some embarrassing stories about myself.” The tanned owner who survived the order secretly laughed at the reason why his roommate who was the king gave such an order.

"I got number 4" avenging the wrong person Katsuki's expression almost had those words written on his face after the person who raised his hand was a small Chinese man.

“A shameful thing….I used to believe that Santa Claus would come through the chimney, so I asked my parents to build a chimney at my house even though the area I live in is tropical,” he finished. The owner of the light brown hair covered his face in shame.

...This is so honest.

No one dared to laugh at the embarrassing story of the Chinese representative. In fact, the story should be renamed as My youthful beliefs were more endearing than embarrassing. Before he felt the vibration from his mobile phone, he pressed open the advertising message in passing. until you see the time displayed on the screen

“It's almost 10 p.m., let's play another game and disperse.” The people in the room nodded in agreement with him.

The solid box was shaken again by Victor himself, this time he waited until everyone had taken out all the papers and then picked out the last one.

…Number 3

“I have become a king!” The tall and slender owner of the industry waved a piece of paper in his hand.

"Anyway, my last order is to be a little forceful... let number three blow into number two's ear 3 times at a time." A loud voice came from him, followed by Katsuki's chuckle, delighted that someone had less luck. He and the others laughed dryly at the statement.

“…Tomorrow I have a game, so let's go back first.” The owner of the black and blue hair stood up after participating in the game for a long time. He put the paper on the ground and was about to walk away, but a hand stopped him.

“Seunggil, you haven't gotten anything wrong since the beginning. How suspicious?” The Chinese representative changed his appearance from a timid child to a little devil, grabbing the arm of the person expected to accompany him.

When I heard that there were people who had not yet been hit by Japanese Yuri who were the hardest hit, they turned over the piece of paper that the other party had placed on the ground and opened it.

“Number 2, really…” The Korean representative's face turned even more pale than before. From the skin that is already white

“Oh, Lee Seung-gil won't be able to escape,” Victor said teasingly as he looked for the other person in command.

“…I got number three.” He smiled dryly before walking towards the pale skinned person. Owner of brown eyes Of course, the other party moved away from him, even though he didn't understand what the other men would be so disgusted with, but the more he saw the resistance, the more he wanted to do as he did.

"I'll hurry up and follow orders or it won't be fair to Yuri-kun." Until finally, he was stuck against the wall of his room and sitting on top of the other's legs. Use one hand to stop him from running away.

“…Can it be changed to a punishment game?”

“Then I'll be taken too, that's it, just for a moment,” he reassured the other man, who was starting to look sad before bending down to the taller man's ear.

“Ugh…” The first time he blew air into the other person's ear softly, the tall and slender figure swallowed hard as his whole body twitched. until he was secretly shocked as well But still had to follow the command all three times. The free hand from preventing the other person from escaping grabbed both arms.

“Ah! No…stop it!” The Korean sports representative's face was red all the way to her ears, tears starting to gather at the corner of her eyes. A sweet voice that was different from normal sounded louder than the first time. Both hands gripped his shirt tightly. Sweat seeps out from the hairline.

“Oh…” Pichit locked the other person tightly from the spasm. The other party's face and voice made him feel strangely hot all three times. The other party pushed him away and ran out of the room at a speed that no one could catch up to.

“...He cried that much and you still did it?” the owner of the freckled face said before looking at him like he was looking at a criminal.

“Eh? Following the rules.” The owner of the order walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Overlay the picture with the time he patted his roommate's shoulder when he returned the phone.

“But you shouldn't have been so naive as to do this to him,” the Russian coach smiled teasingly.

“Sometimes having someone touch your sensitive spot is painful…” Even his roommate looked at him with blank eyes.

“Who knew that there would be people who are sensitive to their ears?” the Thai nationality representative argued beside him.

“Anyway, let's go back to our room. I'll see you all tomorrow," Victor said after seeing that it was quite late. The rest of the people scattered back to their rooms, except for Yuri, the Russian who slept in the same room as the coach.

The whole way to my room was interspersed with the way I walked. It was him who moaned while Katsuki tried to stifle a laugh instead.

“Yuri, you really don't think I'm wrong, do you?” The tan-skinned owner asked the same question for the millionth time.

"...Anyway, let's apologize tomorrow. If it's best, I'll leave something to you." Even though he couldn't answer whether it was right or wrong, his roommate's answer made him sigh.

...I guess I'll have to post my rant on Twitter.

Fin

Plus Lee Seung Gil

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conquer

Ice Sketch representatives are the face of the nation. And even if no one tells you, having only one person from your own country is expected. Even back in Asia where it is quite hot and where there is little ice skating rink. Most children only know about this sport from cartoons and movies.

Even though outside, how do you try to sit still? But deep in the hearts of the representatives from the only two divided countries in the world, there was still deep anxiety. His country was serious about every type of competition and there was no place for losers. But most of them have coaches and people supporting them beside them.

...different from him

“Hey, what's your name? What's your first name? What's your last name?” The pale-skinned owner glanced at someone completely different from the others as he kept asking to take photos with racers from all over the world. Even though he has a weak English accent, he makes friends easily with everyone.

Of course, he chose not to answer the person who would soon be his rival.

"Hey! Please be interested. I really wonder. Especially Linia. Do Koreans throughout the country have this name?” by sitting in a single chair. The dark-skinned man circled around him. Along with questions that make your mouth itch and want to tell the truth.

“Mr. Lee Seung-gil…um, his name is similar to the hero of a Korean military series, where the heroine's name is Dr. Kang. The hero's name is Lee Jun Ki-”

“That, Song Joon Ki…has no resemblance at all.” Lee Seung Gil rolled his eyes. He's not the type who likes to watch drama series or anything like these that are exported outside the country. It's not that he doesn't know about this famous series.

But just this short answer made the chattering figure laugh loudly without any regard for the people around him. Luckily, everyone was so focused on the race that they had to compete that no one paid much attention to them.

“I thought Korean people would be even more arrogant than this. I saw a lot of people talking.” The representative from Korea began to take an interest in the newcomer who couldn't seem to keep anything in his head. Whatever you think, say it all. This is despite the fact that people who approach him are usually cautious. But the representative from the country known for riding elephants to school dragged a chair and sat next to him, keeping an eye on the other contestants.

I've just met someone like this...

“Let me call you Lee, but you can call me Juju.” As soon as he sat stuck in his chair, his mouth barely closed, he took out something from his trouser pocket and chewed it until his cheeks puffed out. (What person has a worse name than the Husky at home?)

Still like eating, moving like taking pictures.

“Oh, let's take some pictures.” The owner of the pale skin almost wanted to laugh at himself. No sooner had he thought about it than he had already gotten a tattoo done. There was also a move closer to him, which of course meant that he had to move away.

“Nice, what a friendship. So that I can show off to my friends that I took a photo with a handsome guy from Korea” for whatever. He saw a double vision of the person in front of him and the dog at home causing him to feel strangely disturbed.

“Huh, you're cute too.” As soon as he finished speaking, The owner of the phone with the front camera turned on held it like he was repeating his words to himself.

Lee Seung-gil almost laughed as the owner of the tan skin slowly turned red before covering his face with his hands. His face was red and he was laughing like crazy, and he was speaking his native language so quickly it was like chanting.

“What, what, what, what, what, why is it that just a silly joke that comes out of a foreigner's mouth can be this cool? The joke just now was too natural. This culture of fake jokes exists in every nation, what are the oppas from Korea saying?”

Even though he couldn't make out a single word, the light-skinned Asian's frantic expression was enough for him to know what the other person was talking about.

...I guess I'll have to study some of the most difficult languages ​​in the world.

Fin

It's all gone! All of the things that I dress up are not based on the real thing because I have no knowledge about this type of sport. Even the words are spelled incorrectly. Serious glue The two of them have never talked or even had a role before.

The wording is a bit strange because I'm not sure how he represented himself or others. The entire composition was composed within 3 hours, without any proofreading at all. There are definitely mistakes. Let's ignore each other.

P.S. It was written before episode 2 came, based only on pure character information.

P.S. 2 Secretly composed another story to conquer Seung Gil. But I haven't posted it yet so I can read it alone. (It's unlikely that anyone will want to read it. You can read it alone.)