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I Can't Stop Thinking About You

Hey! I’m back with more Trapped one-shot!

Will I ever get over Trapped I don’t think so, so enjoy my ones-shots because there’s more to come!!

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Drama : Trapped

Pairing : Shao Fei x Tang Yi

Words : 2285

Synopsis: Shao Fei becomes a hostage after being at the wrong place at the wrong time.Tang Yi is worried.

I just realized that Tang Yi isn’t much there in this one-shot I’m sorry. I’ll try to make a better one-shot next time!

Warnings : description of an epileptic seizure, bref mention of sex.

As always I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes English is not my native language

Hope you enjoy!

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Scraping noises could be heard in the apartment building as two men walked down the hallway. A man in his thirty marched, with an imposing posture, behind a smaller one. Silence welcomed them as they turned into a new hallway, barely lit. Hands rose up in the air, the smaller man walked calmly not minding the cold steel of the gun placed against his nape.Arrived at a door, most likely to be the older man apartment keys were thrown on the carpet floor for the smaller man to pick up. As the man knelt to take possession of the keys, the pressure of the muzzle on his nape increase, probably to remind him not to try something. Once the “click” sound of the door unlocking was heard, the man holding the gun pushed is victim inside and violently closed the door behind. Forced to sit on the rusty-looking couch, Meng Shao Fei started to wonder if what he did was really the best thing.

Meng Shao Fei, a senior police officer who works alongside his best friend Zhao Li An, was everything but stupid. He knew perfectly well what he was doing and not once was he intimidated by the gun pointed toward his head. Impulsive, sure, in most cases Shao Fei acted according to the situation. In this case, his priority was to save the hostages and thus he made a move without thinking. Stubborn, damn right he was. No matter what his captain told him not to do if he had his mind set on doing it he would do it. He’ll keep fighting for justice. Destructive, not that he actually realized he was destructive over his own body. With complete disregard for his own safety, Meng Shao Fei would frequently end up in a dangerous situation and ,most of the time, with injuries. His co-worker tried hard to make him more cautious, to no avail. His job was to catch criminals along with saving normal citizens, placing his safety at the bottom of his list of importance.

A thought crossed the senior policeman mind as the criminal, not noticing the lack of attention of his hostage, kept talking about his escape plan all the while pointing the gun in every direction. Shao Fei thought of Tang Yi, the gang leader he “ stalked” for four years and his current boyfriend. He sure the other male would reprimand him for doing this. He just hopes Tang Yi wouldn’t do something dangerous if he hears about him being a hostage.

How did he ended up like this, well it was kind of a funny story. Today was his only day off, so, with a sudden desire to buy something for his boyfriend, the senior policeman went shopping in the nearest mall. The saying “ You were at the wrong place at the wrong time” could be applied to him as he entered his third shop. A man in his thirty had entered the same shop at the same time. Everything turned bad as the man took his gun out and started yelling and threatening the cashier. Apparently, the woman was the man ex-girlfriend and he didn’t like the idea of her breaking up. Shao Fei had cursed under his breath when he remembered he didn’t have his gun, since it was a day off. The whole situation then turned to a criminal taking hostages and asking for money. The man probably notice how fast the police were on the site and thought of a way of escaping. In another circumstance, seeing the surprised looks on his co-workers face as they laid eyes on him, would have been funny.

For almost an hour, Shao fei along with twelve other people, waited in the shop with a deranged man walking around pointing his gun at whoever would dare to move. He wouldn’t have done anything if everyone in the shop was alright. However, as the minutes passed, a kid sitting next to, what Shao Fei assumed was her mother, started to breathe heavily. Soon enough, the mother gasped and watched as her daughter fell into the floor shaking violently. Shao Fei understood what was happening and moved before the man with the gun could approach the child. He stood in front of the man, the muzzle of the gun was resting on his forehead.

“ She’s having an epileptic seizure she needs medical attention.”

Shao Fei had told the man, his eyes staring at the other’s. He didn’t care about the gun, his preoccupation was on the kid having a seizure. Maybe it was the stress that caused the kid to have an epileptic seizure but one thing was for sure, she needed to go to the hospital. Sometimes, Shao Fei wished he had the innocence of Zhao Zi so he could convince the man to give himself to the police, but Shao Fei was Shao Fei. The man was getting angrier and the kid was still shaking on the ground, her mother making sure she was on the side with no object around. Shao Fei did something is boss really would have killed him for that.

“ Look, let them go, you can keep me as a hostage they’ll let you pass for sure. The little kid needs help if you don’t she might die.”

Movement could be seen outside the shop, from his peripheral vision Shao Fei saw his captain alongside Zhao Zi talking with other police officers, his captain looked angry. After more tries to convince the man from taking only him as a hostage, the man finally obliged. Both of them past by the police outside, his captain yelling at Shao Fei, which made the senior smile. He would be in trouble after this.

The man kept mumbling, pacing around his dusty and gross apartment. Blinking, Shao Fei observed the distracted man, his eyes landing on the keys resting on the small coffee table near the couch. He knew the other police officers would be there soon but he would give a shot at trying to escape. Testing the water, Shao Fei moved slowly on the couch, trying not to alert the distracted man. Sadly, luck wasn’t on his sides that day , once he moved the couch made a protesting noise and caught the man’s attention, who pointed the gun back to Shao Fei.

“Don’t fucking try to move or I’ll put a bullet in your precious skull!”

Yeah maybe it was a bad idea to do what he did. Not that he was afraid of getting a bullet, like he told his boyfriend, only a canon could kill him. What he was more afraid of was worrying Tang Yi. It’s been two hours since he was kidnapped, he was sure that by now the gang leader had heard of it and was trying to find him.Well, more like Jack had the job of finding him and Tang Yi would beat the man who dared touch him. He was wondering who would come here first, Tang Yi’s man or the police. A smile drew on his lips as he thought about his boyfriend being the first to arrive, he trusted his co-worker but sometimes they could be dumb so he bet on the gang leader. His smile was caught by the man and Shao Fei could feel the cold of the muzzle on his temple.

“What are you smiling at?”

Spat the man visibly pissed by the nonchalant attitude of Shao Fei. The lack of reaction toward the threatening gun made the man growled.

“Nothing really, just wondering what’s going to happen next.”

Shao Fei contemplated the front door, the man followed his gaze and growled even more. The senior cop felt the handle of the gun met his temple with force making him lay on the couch, his head in pain. Well, now the man was definitely dead, Sha Fei sighed as he knew he would have to confront Tang Yi and prevent him from killing the man.

“ Those stupid cops won’t find us that easily don’t get your hopes up. You’ll probably be fucking dead when they arrive!”

Shao Fei didn’t bother sitting back up, even if the couch was really disgusting, he was just waiting for a few minutes for the pain to subdue.

“Believe me, I’m more worried about what’s going to happen to you when he finds us.”

The man angrily grabbed his collar and violently forced Shao Fei to look at him. Their faces were almost touching and Meng Shao Fei could smell the horrible breath of the other and forced himself not to make a disgusted face.

“ Who the fuck are you talking about! No one will come to save you !”

It was at that moment a knock was heard on the door. Shao Fei smiled again, chuckling at little. The man didn’t like that and, once again, punched him violently with the gun. The man pushed Shao Fei on the floor, walked to the door with his gun raised up in the air.

“ I wouldn’t answer if I were you.”

Insisted Shao, but the man didn’t bother listening to him.

“Shut the fuck! If it’s the cop, i’ll just shoot them!”

Decidedly, the man was dumb, Shao watched as the man opened the door and wasn’t surprised by the wide smile that was on the other side.Waving, Jack tilted his head to be able to see Shao lying on the floor. The red head man didn’t even acknowledge the gun pointed to his head as his eyes met Shao’s.

“Hey!”

The man charged the gun, making Jack paid attention to him, still smiling like the Cheshire cat.

“Get the fuck away asshole!”

Before the man could shoot, Jack took out his knife and with an incredible speed and plunged it into the man's arm holding the gun. The man screamed and dropped the gun. Jack then pushed him inside and closed the door behind him. Shao Fei watched as Jack and the man fought each other; truly Jack was unsettling as he kept his big smile all the time. It wasn’t long before the man fell to the floor unconscious. His head was still hurting when Shao stood up, under the cheerful smile of the mercenary.

“The boss is looking for you.”

Teased Jack, kneeling in front of the unconscious man.

“Leave him here, the police will come to get him, I’ll send them the location.”

Jack shrugged, he opened the door for Shao Fei and the two of them walked away leaving a beat up unconscious man in his apartment. Sitting in Jack’s car, Shao fei was thinking about what he would say to Tang Yi, the gang leader would surely scold him.

“You didn’t have your phone on your other boss?”

Shao shook his head, his phone was dead so he didn’t bother bringing it with him. In his mind, he would have just been out for shopping, no need for the phone. Eyes on the road ahead, Jack gave his phone to Shao so he could call the police and tell them where the man was. After ending the call, Shao Fei was about to give the phone back to Jack when a LINE message popped up. The cop raised an eyebrow as he noticed the name of the person texting Jack.

“How did you get Zhao Zi’s LINE?”

Jack only answered by smiling even more, leaving a confused Shao Fei beside him. They arrived soon after at Tang Yi enormous house. Jack left him, his eyes glued on the phone as he walked away. Shao Fei would have to question Zhao Zi about that. Entering Tang Yi’s bedroom, the cop met his love, who was sitting on the edge of the bed his hand claps together. Once he heard the sound of the door opening, Tang Yi stood up and closed the gap between him and Shao Fei.The other man didn’t have time to say anytime as strong pairs of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. It was at that moment Shao Fei felt bad for worrying his boyfriend. Breaking the hug, the senior cop starred in the other’s eyes mouthing an “I’m alright” before connecting their lips into a passionate kiss.

Sitting on the bed, Shao Fei winced as Tang Yi’s gentle fingers brushed against the spot where he got hit by the handle of the gun. The gang leader brought his lips to the spot making Shao Fei smile at the loving gesture.

“I was worried about you.”

“I was thinking about you.”

Tang Yi placed his forehead against his boyfriend’s , his hands cupping Shao’s face.

“Hm?”

“When I was there, I kept thinking about you. I knew that no matter what I had to go back to you so I didn’t do anything rash I just waited.”

Well, not exactly, Shao Fei did try to escape by himself but his plan had failed miserably so he didn’t count it.

“What were you doing in the Shopping Mall?”

Shao Fei wasn’t even surprised that the other man knew where he had been. Looking down, the cop felt a little embarrassed about telling his boyfriend he went shopping to find him a gift.

“ I was looking for something to give you.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted! I wanted to give you something that you would love!”

Tang Yi forced Shao Fei to look up, their lips meeting again.

“ The only thing I love is sitting in front of me. I don’t need anything else”

This time, the kiss grew more and more passionate and soon clothes were thrown across the room. Hours later, the couple cuddled in the comfortable bed, their foreheads touching as they fell asleep.

The end

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Setting Sun Deleted Scene!

Context: A good few paragraphs of Victor’s POV in chapter 12 was actually written way back in January or February, in this scene. So you’ve read about three and a half paragraphs of it already, but I’m just mainly glad that I got to use any of it! This came about after I went for a long walk in the miserable winter night while listening to Marina and the Diamonds over and over; this scene would have taken place before contact was established in chapter 8, but in the end my beta editor felt it was missing something and I really wanted to wait on Victor’s POV until the Bedroom Hymns scene, so all of this got shelved. For a long while it seemed like I wouldn’t get the chance to use any of it, but I’m glad I did, even if the second-to-last line (a personal favourite) may not ultimately make it into the fic itself.

The temperature has dropped to below freezing again, making neighbourhood sidewalks a hazardous maze of ice interspersed with bare pavement. Victor picks his way across the street as carefully as he can; once he hits the shovelled main road, his pace quickens. The cold has transformed the citizens of St. Petersburg into a crowd of shuffling jackets and scarves, barely recognizable as humans beneath all the layers. Only Victor is bare-faced.

He walks faster, Marina and the Diamonds blasting in his ears loudly enough to drown out the sounds of everyone around him. He passes a bingo parlour, gaudily covered in flashing neon and marquee lights of every colour and pattern which seem to pulse along to the beat of the music:

“I played with your heart And I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”

In a radio DJ booth inside his head, Victor comes close to the microphone: Hello, my name is Victor. This song is called “I’m a Ruin” and I want to dedicate it to my student, because I’m failing him.

Marina twists the knife: “I’ll ruin, yeah, I’ll ruin you... I’ve been doing things I shouldn’t do…”

In retrospect, the decision to keep coaching Yuri Plisetsky was the wrong one. Victor should have handed the reins back to Yakov, choreographed Yurio’s routines, and watched as the Russian Punk shot up through the Grand Prix like an epoch-ending meteor. Victor should have taken the year off, and done…what? Something. Whatever it is that relatively wealthy and internationally recognized 27-year-old athletes do. Be bored, probably. But Victor should have done that.

Maybe he should have gone back to skating. He’d have been a month or so late in terms of starting practice for the season, but he would caught up perfectly fine, and would now be ahead of the pack where he belongs. Every fucking person on the planet has been breathlessly falling over themselves to remind him that this was probably the last year he’d be able to compete seriously. Victor should have accepted this fact and done one last year of skating, even if he wasn’t inspired.

Except, no. Because the real should-have is the most painful truth: he should have stayed in Japan. Victor had already made up his mind before the Hot Springs on Ice tournament had even begun, and he had banked on the results being close enough that he could favour Yuuri Katsuki without much fuss. He’d been so confident that his mere presence had improved the poor guy’s self-confidence. Except Victor had been catastrophically wrong, and by the time all was said and done he had trapped himself in a catch-22 that screwed someone over no matter what. A promise was a promise; Victor had promised to coach the winner of the tournament, and the winner had been Yuri Plisetsky. To renege on the deal and stay in Japan would have tanked Victor’s reputation and enraged the Russian skating community, the people Victor called family. It would have cast a pall on Yurio’s Senior debut, no matter how high he scored; the story would always be tainted by the fact that, right at the start of the season, the Russian Punk had been betrayed by his former rinkmate. Victor had wanted to stay in Japan, to flaunt the rules of the contest he had made, but wouldn’t have been right to be so selfish.

None of this makes Victor feel any better, though, because the plain and simple fact is that he’s struggling to coach Yuri, and people have started to notice. He’s seen the articles and the comments; he knows what people are saying, and he can’t even deny it. Victor is an extremely talented skater and choreographer, and he’s a decent teacher when it comes to imparting advice and instruction; but Yuri is not a student he can truly inspire, and Victor is not the coach that Yuri deserves. Try as he might, he can’t coax the little blonde jerk into that elusive space where athlete stops and artist begins—the je ne sais quoi that makes for a champion.  Lilia Baranovskaya has privately taken over a significant portion of Yuri’s training; her icy demeanour is a better match for his personality, but her disgust at Victor’s failure is always clear in her eyes.

It’s not that Victor isn’t trying. But he’s not fully present; he’s distracted, daydreaming, uninspired. He doesn’t want to watch Yuri do quad after quad all day; eventually they all start to look the same, and Victor wants to say “Good enough” and go home.

Victor wants to check his phone, again and again. He wants to call Yuuri Katsuki and scream something ridiculous like “I love you” or “I think I could have loved you” or “I think I really maybe like you a lot but we never got the chance to figure it out oh fuck it never mind” and then fly to Japan or send some flowers or maybe just throw himself off a bridge. Victor wants to do all of this and more, but he can’t; he’s trapped by his own stupid, stupid decisions, and now his decisions will have an impact on Yurio’s future in a major way.

In his ears, the singer keens: “It isn’t fair and it isn’t right, to lead you on like it’s all alright.”

Victor would say this to Yuri Plisetsky, if he thought the teenager would understand. It’s always been easier for Victor to communicate his feelings through music; it’s part of what makes his skating so powerful. Lesser coaches and uninspired skaters often forget that the choice of music will make or break a routine; you can have flawless, crowd-pleasing choreography, but the right piece of music is the thing that will turn those movements into a piece of art. It’s part of what made Victor fall in love with Yuuri Katsuki; Yuuri, like Victor, talks to the world and to himself through music. Lyrics become voice, and melody becomes body—the sacrament of the emotional audiophile. Music bypasses rational thought and taps into something viscerally primal—a well of emotion that can bring you to tears or make you scream to the heavens with joy.

Victor feels about as far from heaven as it’s possible to get right now.

He turns the corner and starts walking through the nightclub district, which is packed with people even despite the cold; there are clumps of smokers and flirting couples on the street as far as he can see. Victor turns up the collar of his coat and stares resolutely at the ground ahead, but keeps walking, and changes the song on his music app to another by the same artist, entitled “Fear and Loathing.” Surrounded by revelers, Victor feels as though he could close his eyes and banish the whole world and walk this street in solitude. The song is certainly helpful in producing a feeling of loneliness.

“I've lived a lot of different lives Been different people many times I live my life in bitterness And fill my heart with emptiness And now I see, I see it for the first time, There is no crime in being kind Not everyone is out to screw you over. Maybe, oh just maybe they just wanna get to know you.”

Oh, Yuuri.

This is Yuuri’s song. It’s so incredibly perfect. Victor imagines holding a gigantic boom box over his head, blasting the music halfway across the world like a deranged Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain John Cusack.

Yuuri Katsuki, the fantasy of a lonely mind. The one who got away. The one who was never caught in the first place.