Attraction | V.N Y.K [Book 1] ✔️

Chapter 42

A/n: ..
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I have sinned (͡ ͡° ͜ つ ͡͡°)
(don't worry I'll warn)

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"Damn, I'm beat." Viktor says, his hand laced with my own as we walk to the hotel room we're staying in. I giggle lightly and gently caress his hand with my thumb.

"You should get some rest when we get to our room." I respond, smiling down at our hands. I glance up, noticing we're on a very crowded hallway and squeeze his hand a little lighter. He sneaks a look in my direction, then biting his lip when he sees the look on my face.

I notice people staring, people probably silently judging our locked hands and others just giving dirty looks.

But I try to ignore it, puffing my chest out slightly with confidence and looking ahead of me.

I knew why people were staring.

But I didn't care.

He was my Viktor, after all; man or woman, he belongs to me and his hand belongs exactly where it is right now.

We reach our room, him then unlocking it and opening the door. I sigh in relief as I allow myself into the room and he closes the door.

I walk forward, setting my small bag down and turning around to reach out my hand for Viktor's bag but am shocked by what I see. He has a hand rested on the cold wood of the door, his body facing it and his hair falling over his face.

"Viktor..?" I whisper, then walking closer to him and resting a hand on his shoulder. He looks back at me, catching me by surprise when I see the abnormally sad expression on his face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He looks down, biting his lip. He then turns around, taking me into his arms and just holding me to him.

"When will we be able to be accepted?" He whispers, his voice cracking. "W-why can't people just accept the fact that we love each other?"

I stand in silence for a few seconds, then fully taking in the contents of the moment and hugging him back tightly.

"Because, Viktor," I say, rubbing his back. "They don't understand us. But none of that matters.. because you and I understand us, right?" I reassure him, or maybe in a way reassure myself. I pull away, my hands staying rested on his shoulders as I stare deep into the ocean of his eyes. "I love you. We don't need to be accepted by them to be happy."

He stares into my eyes, a small smile then tugging at the corners of his lips as his eyes become hooded.

"Yeah, you're right," he whispers, sighing. A faint laugh pasts his lips as he runs a hand through his hair. "I don't.. I don't know what came over me."

I just smile, telling him it's okay. But deep down, I noticed. I noticed the sound of uncertainty in his voice and the way it seemed to be hiding something.

"You said you're tired, right?" I ask, hugging him and snuggling my face into his neck as I leave a kiss there. "You really should rest."

"Mmm." He responds, just holding me to him and leaving his head rested on the top of mine. "You should too, you have your competition tomorrow. Lets cuddle."

I obey, pulling away and lacing my fingers with his as we walk over to the large bed in the center of the room and get under the covers. I press my cheek to his chest and hug his torso as he places his leg in between mine, one hand wrapped around my waist and the other gently running through my hair.