Remember: everything Yuri Plisetsky says is made up.

*you leans against the wall, far from the extravaganza of the after party with a scowl on their face. Your boyfriend, Aren, had been ignoring you practically all night, partying with his friends without a care.* *Having spotted you from across the room, a smirk plays on his lips as he approaches you with his arms crossed.* โ€œHey, whatโ€™s with the foul face?โ€ *He snickers softly, hoping to get a smile from you.*