take my words, i won't leave

Part III

Yuuri♡♡♡♡♡ (12:42PM)  viktor let's talk

In Viktor's utterly innocent and very confused defense— the message was vague but well received.

He did not protest to feel the damp towel gently pressed against his arms, he didn't even mind the slight sting and wanted to think that his jackhammering heart pumps too much blood to make him numb. It doesn't really make any sense but so was he. The only thing he was sure— was his face is currently vulnerable to any sort of emotion but devotion and adoration had won.

Viktor almost sigh when the gentle touches stopped and the light pressed of warm hands disappear, but it return immediately that the sound was caught in his throat.

He didn't think this what would he do and where would he be when he gets home— Viktor was at least expecting no shower at all to be honest, his mind reeled at the thought of facetiming Yuuri all night and clear some things up whether they are small to avoid bigger misunderstanding and miscommunication between them. But the least of things he expected were the ones to show up..

Yuuri know of his like for surprises, to things that'll make people gasp and freeze momentarily but in good way. It did not take his boyfriend long to realize that Viktor had also a thing for surprises.

Thus, speaking of it..

"Take off your shirt and turn around." Yuuri ordered, voice reserved but his eyes never lie.

Viktor stares in awe. Like this Yuuri is just a fever dream.

"Vitya,"

He blinked and obliged. "Oh— uh, yeah. Sure. Sorry,"

Viktor heard Yuuri's soft but heartbreaking whisper of fuck behind him, and this is not even the situation he imagined Yuuri to say that word.

"I was pissed now I'm seething." Yuuri murmured, he didn't dare to look back.

It all happened too fast in Viktor's opinion. He did not expect to get mobbed— more like get harassed in his own apartment building.

He spiraled the moment Lilia told him to go home and Yuuri's message had added to that. Before leaving, Lilia ensured his safety in the neighborhood— well, thank her concern because she live in one of the most peaceful area in St. Petersburg that made Viktor slightly forgot that that safety does not extend far to his home. And God was he surprised? Yes but mostly he was caught off guard. It was in the fucking parking lot, underground and inside the private property of his apartment building of all places!

Had he known that his relief was short-lived when he drove past the waiting reporters outside— Viktor would've dash off and bolt right in the elevator up to his floor and try not to see the outside world for a while. And he seriously doubt that their security had let any of those invades but Viktor couldn't really blame them, they were just caught in between the problem, thus they can't watch after those bunches of persistent bothers.

Viktor was typing away like bullet in response to Yuuri when a man dressed in hoodie approached him, coming from the dim part of the parking lot like any of that intro from a thriller-horror movie. Then it went like a blinked and another bunch starts to come out.. he really does not want to remember the rest. He just know he'd received few scratches on arms and his back, based off Yuuri's reaction earlier.

And don't start him with finding Yuuri— finding Yuuri Katsuki in his living room, dressed and what it looked like was waiting for Viktor to come home. It is a marvelously warm scene if it weren't for the present predicament before them.