Yuri !!! On Runway | Model AU

Chapter 14: Lipbalm

I am back baby!!! I don't know if I'll make more chapters. Are you guys inspired?
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1 week later

*Yuuri's POV*

The La Rivière studio was buzzing with energy as people rushed around, preparing for the shoot. Bright lights, sleek sets, and the overwhelming scent of expensive skincare filled the air. I was standing off to the side, combing through Viktor's silvery hair with my fingers as I waited for the stylist to hand me the proper tools.

Viktor sat in the makeup chair, calm as ever, scrolling through his phone, completely unfazed by the whirlwind around him. His relaxed demeanor made me

"Ready?" I asked softly, finally picking up the comb.

He glanced up at me through the mirror, his soft blue eyes locking with mine. "With you here? Always."

I blushed at his words, trying to focus on the task at hand. It was just Viktor being Viktor—flirtatious, teasing—but it still sent a flutter through my stomach.

As I carefully styled his hair, gently pulling it back into a loose, elegant look, I couldn't help but notice how stunning he was up close. His flawless skin, sharp jawline, the way his eyes caught the light...

It wasn't fair that he could look this good without any effort.

"Yuuri, you're too quiet today," Viktor said, breaking me out of my thoughts. His voice was low, almost playful. "Nervous?"

I scoffed softly. "I'm not the one in front of the camera."

"Maybe not," he said, tilting his head slightly so I could finish the back, "but you're always the center of my attention."

My cheeks burned. Viktor always had a way of making me feel like the only person in the room.

"Almost done," I mumbled, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through me.

The shoot coordinator suddenly appeared next to us, holding a small container of La Rivière's new lip balm. "Yuuri, could you apply this to Viktor before we start? It'll be featured in the campaign."

"Me?" I blinked, glancing between her and Viktor. I wasn't exactly trained in makeup, but the coordinator smiled like it was the most normal request in the world.

"Of course!" Viktor chimed in before I could protest. "I'd love that."

With a slight nod, I took the small container from her and opened it, revealing a clear, glossy balm with a faint scent of mint. My hands were a little shaky as I scooped up a bit of the product on my fingertip.

Viktor leaned forward slightly, watching me closely with that familiar, playful gleam in his eyes. His lips, already perfect, were now just inches from me.

"Go on, Yuuri," Viktor teased softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I swallowed hard and gently pressed the balm to his lips, carefully smoothing it over. The softness of his skin, the way his breath hitched slightly as I touched him, sent a rush of heat to my face.

For a brief moment, the world around us seemed to fade. Viktor's eyes fluttered shut as I applied the balm, and I realized just how intimate this felt.

His lips parted slightly under my touch, and my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel the tension between us growing, a quiet electricity in the air. When I finally pulled back, Viktor opened his eyes and smiled, his gaze soft and warm, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the chaos of the set.

I stood there for a moment, my fingers still tingling from where they had touched his lips, before snapping out of it. I quickly capped the balm and set it aside, stepping back to give him space.

But Viktor reached for my hand before I could move too far, his fingers brushing against mine. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice low, meant only for me.

My heart raced, but before I could say anything, the shoot director called for Viktor to take his place. The moment between us shattered, and I quickly stepped back, trying to steady myself as Viktor rose from the chair with that same effortless grace he always had.

He gave me one last smile over his shoulder as he walked toward the set. I watched him move, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

But just as Viktor was about to step into the spotlight, the door to the studio opened, and in walked someone I never expected to see.

Lilia. Viktor's ex.

She strode in like she owned the place, her eyes immediately locking on Viktor. She looked as stunning as ever, dressed in high fashion, her expression cool and confident.

"Viktor," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I didn't know you'd be here today."

My stomach dropped. I could feel the tension rise in the room as Viktor turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

This shoot just became a lot more complicated.