History Makers || Victuri ✔

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*a year after the end of Y.O.I. season 1*
   
   
  

"Congrats!"

"Well done!"

"You were great, Yuri!"

It wasn't every day you won gold at the grand prix.

Yuri smiled somewhat awkwardly as he walked through the crowd, receiving pats on the back and constant congratulations on his victory. It wasn't every day he got to be the center of attention like this, so it was hard for him to know how to react to the situation. And for that reason, he did what he thought was best, and looked for the one person he could be the most comfortable with right now.

Victor.

In the middle of his search and continuous praises, he finally found the one he had been looking for all night long. He made eye contact with the Russian man and smiled brightly when his subject of interest raised a hand to wave him over.

"Yuri!" Victor beamed as the shorter skater approached him, eyes shinning up and his smile growing wider.

"Hi." Yuri greeted in peace.

"Are you having fun?" Victor asked, genuinely interested. Yuri gave a half-hearted nod. He definitely felt much better now that he was with Victor.

"Let's go say hi to everyone." The older male suggested, taking the younger's hand and intertwining their fingers as he tugged him through the crowd.

Yuri watched in admiration as they walked around and Victor happily greeted everyone, managing to hold a short friendly conversation with each and every one. It surprised him how good Victor was with people, and above all, how much he seemed to enjoy it.

Yuri could never do something like that; he wasn't like Victor at all. Victor was everything he has ever wished he could be and everything he has ever wanted.

But he was his. And that seemed like enough for Yuri.

Yuri's grip on Victor's hand tightened a bit and Victor returned the gesture without stopping his conversation with Yakov. Yuri smiled to himself and discreetly rested his head on Victor's shoulder, listening along to whatever he was saying.

After spending a couple of hours, walking around and drinking some champaign with a couple of friends, the party was rapidly coming to an end. Yuri made sure to say goodbye to a couple of his closest friends on his way out and quickly stopped to take one last selfie with Pitchit (since he insisted).

"Take care!" Yuri beamed at Phichit as he was softly tugged away by Victor, being reminded how important it was for him to rest--despite the party being thrown for Yuri in the first place.

"You, too! Goodbye, Victor!" Pitchit waved and Victor smiled, waving goodbye as well.

Once out of the building, the fresh breeze hit Yuri's warm face and he allowed himself a second to stop and enjoy the silent moment. He took in a deep breath and sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips, thinking how amazing this whole year had been.

"You okay?" Victor asked softly, his voice coming from somewhere behind him. Yuri nodded and looked over his shoulder, flashing Victor one of his signature, cheerful smiles.

"I'm perfect." Yuri said truthfully.

Yuri and Victor began to walk through the parking lot towards Victor's car, hand-in-hand. There didn't seem to be many people out so late at night but the streets were illuminated by the full moon and bright sky filled with stars shinning above their heads.