different ending of episode 7, i guess like angst and then fluff? and stuff idk anyways enjoy i need to go pee
*Viktor
As we walked back in silence from the competition, I glanced from the corner of my eye at Yuuri, watching him try to now let pools of salty tears escape his eyes. He was frustrated and still shaky, and even though his performance was magnificent, I knew that what I had said hurt in a much deeper portion of himself. His hands were clenched in tight fists and strands of charcoal hair framed his face, making him look like a model even in his agony.
"I'll take responsibility as resigning as your coach."
How could I have been so idiotic? In what world would I ever think that tearing apart an angel would make him a better person?
I had expected him to get motivated, but he only broke down more after the words left my lips, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. The way tears started streaming down his face without warning, leaving me shocked was enough for me to want to hug him, reassure him that it was going to be okay, and that I never wanted to leave him. I didn't. I only sat there and watched him scream at me, an expressionless visage upon my face, continuing to break him.
Slowly, I reached down and touch his hand, trying to slip my fingers through the tense, tight spaces in between his cold fingers. He slightly jumps at the sudden contact and shoves me away forcefully, almost enough for me to fall over. I turn my gaze quickly to the ground below us as I sense Yuuri slowly start to grow a distance in between our walking. I don't stop him.
Thankfully, we bought two one-bed hotel rooms so Yuuri could rest alone, even though most nights we only used one bed together. Tonight, though, Yuuri walked straight past me into his own, the door slamming behind him. I stood outside his door, my hand on the knob. Right before his name left my lips, I heard a soft sob come from behind the heavy wooden door. My hand lightly fell from the knob, and I turned around, walking into the bedroom I had yet to sleep in.
"So stupid... so stupid..." I murmured to myself over and over again, pacing the dark room. My hands dug themselves into my hair, pulling at the roots in frustration.
I slam my fist against the wall, my eyelids aching and gasping for the air that wouldn't quite fit my lungs. "All," a single punch goes against the wall. The pain that collides from the wall into my hand is like filling another hole in a heart i've broken. "you do," I continue, adding two punches to the wall, "is bring people fucking down!" I finish, adding three more punches. I'm crying now and trying to smile my way out of my flushed cheeks, ignoring the feeling of blood running down my hands and arms, like I always do. I smile, and I smile. Leaning my forehead against the wall, choking heaps of sobs mixed in with pitiful laughter escapes my throat.
The world goes blurry as I hear the door to my bedroom open. I don't move, hoping that if I freeze, he'll leave. He doesn't. "V-viktor?" His small voice silences the room, and his words are dry and husky, worn down from crying. "Are you..okay?"
I turn around, tying my hands behind my back. A big smile falls across my face and I nod, sniffing before saying, "Of course, Yuuri! I apologize for waking you."
Before my sentence can finish tumbling out of my mouth, Yuuri is already wrapping himself around me, crying again. "Im so sorry that I was so rude to you, Viktor! I know that you were just trying to get me tough and put me in the game. I overreacted- just- please, don't leave me."
I sighed quietly and returned the gesture by wrapping my tired arms around his small waist. "I hurt you, Yuuri. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I won't stop being your coach until you kick me out. I care about you so much, my love. You're going to make it so far." As I finish speaking, I feel slight pride in myself for talking the way i've always wanted to with Yuuri.
He pulls my hands from around his hips slowly, and I look away as he carefully observes the purple bruises and dried velvet on my skin. Then, he lifts both of my hands in his and places his lips on them. He places a single butterfly kiss on each of my knuckles, and my eyes soften at the sight. A single tear runs down my cheek.
"I love you, Viktor," he says, pausing in between each word to kiss my hands, "and I won't be kicking you out anytime soon."
I laugh lightly, pulling him back into the bed, placing kisses against his jaw and face. "I love you, too, angel," I whisper.
