There's gonna be a huge time-skip haha sorry guys. Also, thank you sososososososo much for your.... enthusiastic response to the A/N. I was not expecting to come on wattpad and have 152 notifications. I love you all~! Happy reading!
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P.S MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW [MARCH 29]
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P.P.S 'italicised writing' means that the characters are using sign language.
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Life after The Accident was not easy.
It was a long and difficult process through which, under Phichit's kind and patient teaching, Yuuri, Viktor, Yura, Otabek and Mila learnt to speak the silent language.
In the beginning, it was too hard for Viktor to handle Yuuri's new source of pain. He went to a dark, dark place for the entire year. He was never good at controlling his emotions, so they took control of him. He was barely holding on.
He would ramble on for days and days to his dead dog, Makkachin. Makkachin had died some three months after Yuuri was hit. He, like Yuuri, was hit by a car. That had been the last straw for Viktor. He locked himself away, isolated from his friends, from everyone, everything.
It was Yuuri who finally managed to reach him. His slow, paced speech reached deep for Viktor's heart, trying to get back that golden smile, those shining eyes. It took him five hours of painful talking, three of crying and tears, and finally, the rest of the night spent cuddling and whispering loving things to Viktor.
Viktor gradually got better, but he was not the same. He was bubbly and cheery as he used to be, but his eyes were no longer as bright. His smile was not as glowing. He was him, but not him.
He was quite like Seven. Cheery, bubbly on the outside, but sad and crying on the inside.
Yura and Otabek were happy. They went through all the stages of a first love. Now, three years later, they were struggling a little. Fights and arguments had stayed to a minimum until now.
Phichit was still alone, but he was happy. He'd made friends with a diverse number of people. Often he would go out with them to parties, events, but he was responsible and still as adorable as Yoosung Kim.
'Where are you going?' Yuuri signed to Phichit, who was putting on a pair of shoes.
'I'm going out with Guang Hong, Seung Gil and Georgi,' Phichit signed back smilingly. Yuuri nodded, saying a quick goodbye before walking into the kitchen. Yes, he could speak, but he was self-conscious about it, as he could not tell whether he was speaking too loud, so he stuck to signing almost all his sentences.
Viktor was making dinner. He'd learnt to cook only a year ago. He and Yuuri had officially moved in together, and Phichit had moved into Viktor's old apartment. Yura had moved in with Otabek a year ago as well, though she spent more time at Viktor and Yuuri's since the fighting between her and her lover got more explosive.
'Hi, Yuuri,' Viktor hummed. Reading lips was still hard, but Yuuri had learnt some basic phrases.
'Hi,' he whispered.
'Dinner's almost ready,' Viktor signed before going back to work on the food.
Yura walked sullenly into the kitchen, sitting on a stool.
'I'm breaking up with Otabek,' she said. Viktor turned her. Her future daughter looked haggard, probably from suffering through the last fight with Otabek only some hours ago.
'What?' Yuuri turned to Yura, who'd spoken too fast for him to read his lips.
'I'm breaking up with Beka,' she signed slowly.
'Why?' Yuuri asked.
'I... I think we have fallen out of love,' Yura replied. Her face was made of stone. Much like Jumin's. Or Sweden's. Both of them are pretty stony-faced.
Yuuri did not answer that, knowing Yura was done talking.
Sometime after dinner, after everyone had returned to bed, Yuuri was alone in the living room, reading One Day in The Life of Ivan Denisovich. Yura had slept in the guest bedroom she used to sleep in before moving.
The door to the apartment opened, and Yuuri, though he could not hear it (he could feel it), looked up. A tall figure walked in, moving slowly through the door. He realised Yuuri was staring at him, and in the dim light, Yuuri could make out some of his features.
He was tall and had two-toned brown and blonde hair, which was styled in a beautiful undercut. His eyes, Yuuri believed, were a green-like hazel colour, and he had a short beard and stubble. His movement was very fluid, sensual and his eyelashes long and daring.
'I'm sorry, is this where Viktor lives?' asked the man. Yuuri decided to pretend he had not just understood all that the mystery man had. Like he did not read his lips perfectly.
'I can't hear your words,' he said.
The man's eyes glittered, widening.
Then he smiled and replied in beautiful movements, 'Oh. Is Viktor sleeping? You are Yuuri, correct?'
Yuuri nodded, slowly, utterly confused and awed at the stranger's knowledge of sign language.
'You should lock your door at night.'
Yuuri laughed, embarrassed.
'Why are you here?'And what is your name?' he said after a moment.
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The hazel-eyed man smiled widely.
'I'm visiting Vikky! My name's Chris,' replied Chris.
'Oh,' Yuuri said softly. 'There are two beds in the spare room. Someone is in one...'
Chris waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
'I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I brought a blanket,' he laughed.
'Okay,' Yuuri smiled warily. He stood up, excusing himself and leaving Chris to set up his little bed alone.
He hoped Chris wasn't a murderer because it would be very disappointing if he were. Also, he didn't want to die.
But, if Viktor and Chris knew each other, Yuuri was sure he was as pure and sweet as the Russian.
