Two weeks passed. Viktor, Yuuri and Yuria now had stable jobs working at Phichit's parents' restaurant. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Well, except for the fact that Phichit may or may not have recorded Viktor and Yuuri whilst they were snogging so he could post it to the Tumblr he'd made for their ship. He already had most of his Tumblr (most of whom he'd recruited from Instagram) followers in on the spicy details of the couple's intimate times. He even wrote fanfiction about it.
The poor victims of this ship were blissfully unaware of their cyber fans, which is probably for the best.
All this time, Yura had been trying to get ahold of Otabek someway. She'd had absolutely no luck.
An art exhibition was going to take place in a few days and Viktor had insisted they all go, even going so far as buying tickets. Well, if you think about it, since he bought the tickets already they kind of had to go.
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Phichit and Yura spent a lot of time together reading fanfiction and critiquing writers. Yura firmly believed that the best author she'd read was animegan2345 because she already had like sixteen works and Yura loved them all. Phichit thought the best was literaltrashmate because they wrote amazing Viktuuri fanfiction.
I think that both those writers are...well....this should explain it:
Viktor was feeding Makkachin, and Yura was complaining about how there was nothing to do.
'Why don't we go do something dangerous?' Phichit suggested nonchalantly.
'Sure, why not? Let me get changed,' Yura assented her opinion. She left and the three men were left to wait for what seemed hours.
Yura came back sporting a black sweater with a tiger on it and a pair of white jeans. She was wearing lip gloss, which made her look absolutely gorgeous.
Everyone walked out of Yuuri's apartment and into his car. Phichit decided he was going to drive and Yura had called front, so Yuuri was forced to sit in the back with Viktor. He thought it unfair that he had to sit in the backseat of his own car whilst some fifteen-year-old girl got to sit in the front.
Sighing, Yuuri slumped in his seat. Viktor had begun to pester him by repeating his name over and over. He wished he had headphones on so he could tune out while Phichit drove them who-knows-where.
The ride was uneventful, boring. Not much was said. Viktor kept kissing Yuuri, but that was nothing unusual since the two had a tendency of being very affectionate towards each other (at least on Viktor's side).
Some time later, Phichit stopped the car. They were in some remote, wooded area. The threesome followed the Thai man deeper into the woods, breathing in the smell of dirt and enjoying being outside.