We Belong Together| Victuri

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"Yuuri..."

"Yuuri!?"

Yuuri's eyes snapped open, and he looked up, taking one bud of his earphone, out. He blinked a few times, as if he was coming back to earth, his eyes landed on the person trying to get his attention.

Phichit, who had his hands down on his hips, a brow raised, a knowing smile across his lips.

"W-what...? What's with that smile?"Yuuri asked awkwardly as he stuffed his phone into his pocket and turned around leaning against the wall.

"Oh nothing~ let me guess, you were...listening to viktors new song, huh?"the tanned skinned male asked as he snorted, and watched as Yuuri quickly blushed a dark red.

"Huh?! How did you..know?"Yuuri asked as his face flushed a red to rival any red in existence. He fidgeted nervously with his earphones and was practically melting to the floor in embarrassment.

"Well, whenever you listen to viktors music, or even see him on TV, posters, and videos, you always get this lovesick look on your face, and zone out" the tanned male said as he rubbed under his own chin, then he clapped his hand against yuuris shoulder.

"Don't worry Yuuri, I am gay too!" Phichit winked at the other male, and Yuuri practically screamed, his glasses fogged up as he flailed his arms wildly. "W-what?! I..I..I..."he then hung his head as he gripped his own shirt. "Fine..."

Phichit, laughed as he crouched down next to Yuuri, and he pulled his phone out, pressing their cheeks together and taking a picture of them, he placed a peace sign out and Yuuri gasped as the picture snapped. Ah a glorious picture indeed.

A blushing and flustered Yuuri and a very proud and happy Phichit. The caption for the photo?

'Best buds~! Love you buddy! Glad you finally admit that you're gay for @/ V- Nikiforov'

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"Wait..isn't that..no way! It's definitely Viktor!"

"Oh my god! He is so beautiful! I wonder why he is out here?"

"Let's go talk to him before more people notice him"

Ah it was definitely too late, Viktor's moments of relief had come to a crashing halt. Suddenly he found himself running, the cold wind whipping against his cheeks as he took off sprinting. Followed close behind was a mob of his fans. Now, it isn't that he hated his fans but right now, he didn't want to be ambushed.

"Please! I do love your attention but please let the Russian man run free!" He cried out loudly as he dashed around a corner, the screeches of his name making him wince.

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"So are you up for some food, Yuuri?" Phichit asked the other. He carefully adjusted his phone into his pocket and placed the scarf around his mouth. "Or do you have to get home early today?"

"Early, I think I should try to get some sleep"Yuuri said as he rubbed the back of his hair. He yawned and stretched, placing his backpack on, and he adjusted the hood of his jacket onto his head.

"Too bad, you're going to miss some really pork culet bowls" Phichit teased his friend, and he laughed at the face that crossed the Japanese male. He almost took his phone back out, to take another picture but he was running late.

"Get home safe, sure you don't want a ride there?"he asked.

"Its not a long walk and the moon is really bright today"Yuuri said as he walked to the glass doors with his friend, the moonlight glowed over their skin. "I will be fine, trust me, I will text you as soon as I'm home, we both know you will be on your phone"

"I'm not going to deny it" Phichit chuckled softly and they opened the double glass dots together. After, Yuuri locked the studio and placed the keys back into his pocket.

After another smile sent to the both, they waved and turned, going separate ways for the night.

The walk was not that long and despite it being pretty cool, it felt good and refreshing on Yuuri's skin, he took a deep breath. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the earphone cord.

He popped it into his ear and he hit play on his phone screen and he smiled as his favorite song by the one and only Viktor Nikiforov, filled his ears. He always could get lost in the soft and deep smoothness of the Russian mans voice.

Yuri stuffed his hands into his pockets and he couldn't help but hum along to the lyrics.
The lyrics...his voice...why did it always sound so lonely...? Even when the song was happy, it always seemed so alone. Almost vulnerable, perhaps that's why Viktor was so popular? Despite his bright smiles, and loud voice, there was a vulnerability to him, and fans could latch to this.

Yuuri did. He felt the same way. He was walking along life, yet, everyone was passing him by. He felt like the Gray that filled the color spaces.

"Now I kinda wish I had gone with him.."Yuuri mumbled in response as his stomach let out a soft growl of want for food.

With a sigh, Yuri took the next corner and crossed the street, the streets were rather empty and quiet, it was peaceful.

The songs switched and Yuuri slowed his walk as he puked out his phone, scrolling lazily through the song titles before he chose one that he wanted to hear.

Then suddenly the sounds of rapid footsteps interrupted the beat of the song. And Yuuri found himself crushed onto the cold cement and something warm and heavy right on top of his back.

"Ahgghh!" Yuri yelped, and did it hurt? Yes it did, there was suddenly an extra 250 (mostly muscle) on top of him and pressing him down, and he was sure that at least something was broken, if not on his body but surely his poor phone. The music had been cut off when this person landed on him.

A soft groan left Yuuris lips. "Ah...um...can you please get off of me? Are you..awake?"he asked as he didn't hear much from the other person. Though, he could feel them most definitely breathing, and..wow why did this person smell  so good? It was almost unbelievable, he must have the best body wash ever. Wait Yuuri remember you're in pain, its cold and most importantly there is a stranger on top of your back! Dont get distracted like that!

"Ahh...mm...I'm..so.."

The voice that finally came from the other male was warm, and familiar..and even seemed to have an accent.

Yuuris mind scrambled. There was no way..before he could do anything else, panic, scream, push the male off, he found himself flipped around, the world spun and then he was on his back, but this time, he was face to face with...Viktor Nikiforov...!

"V-vik-"

"Mate..!"

"Huh?!"

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