{ I started writing this like 2 weeks ago and then forgot that I hadn't posted it or finished it so whoops but also OKAY OKAY BEFORE YOU START READING JUST KNOW, I have absolutely nothing against Christophe, AIGHT! I just wrote him this way for the purpose of the narrative so don't hate me plz, thank you and good day. }
Goddamnit Viktor....
Yuuri was out. Out of tears, out of sadness, out of his mind. Desolately and dejectedly in love with a man who had another man. Yuuri hadn't left his apartment in nearly 3 days, simply moping around and sleeping profusely. However he wasn't sad anymore, he was just.....floating. Or something of the sort, Yuuri couldn't really describe how he felt, but that was the closest he could say. Just floating along, no destination or reason in sight. As of now it was nearing 1:00 am, and of course Yuuri was still up, mindlessly watching the TV in his living room, curled up on the couch. It wasn't as if he couldn't sleep, in fact, he was tired beyond comprehension. But, every time he closed his eyes he saw him. Every time he blinked he saw Viktor smiling at him, from the very moment Yuuri was alone with his thoughts, all he could think about was how Viktor was out there, being hugged and kissed and loved by another man.
It was then that he was drifting in and out of sleep, still on the couch with the TV still on, when he heard a pounding at the door. Yuuri jolted out of his tired daze and jumped from the couch, rubbing his eyes. Who the hell would be knocking on my door at 1:00 in the morning? Rubbing his eyes, he shuffled to the door, just now realizing how exhausted he really was. However he forgot all about his sleepiness the second he opened the door. Yuuri's eyes grew as wide as the moon, as he stared back at him.
There, outside his door, stood Viktor. Though his posture was weak and he looked nearly about to collapse, his eyes glossy, as if tears were about to spill. Well, that's what Yuuri thought at least. Unbeknownst to him that Viktor had already been crying, yet simply tried to pull himself together enough to get to Yuuri's door.
"Y-Yuuri...I...i...." Viktor stuttered as he began to speak, but couldn't quite get the words out, his voice hiccuped and broke enough in just saying his name to know that he wouldn't be able to get out a full sentence. Yuuri was shocked, as he had no clue why his one true love was outside his door at 1:00 in the morning, crying.
"Viktor what's wro-", but he was cut off by Viktor swiftly staggering into the smaller boys arms, clutching to him and shaking with his sobs, his face buried into the crook of Yuuri's neck. The obsidian haired boy was frozen, but his instincts kicked in after a second, as he wrapped his arms around Viktor, trying his best to comfort him despite not having a clue what was upsetting him so. Concern was evident in both Yuuri's words and eyes. He was torn between the feeling of sadness and pity for Viktor, yet his heart also fluttered like a moth near a lamp due to Viktor hugging him so tightly.
"Shhhhh, Viktor, its okay, its okay, You're okay." Yuuri spoke softly to Viktor as he had one hand rubbing Viktor's back and the other on the back of his head, lightly stroking his hair. "Come on, Viktor, lets go inside." At this Viktor pulled away, sniffling still, yet the sobs had ceased. However, he still couldn't bring himself to speak, so he simply nodded and followed Yuuri into his living room. Viktor sat himself on Yuuri's couch and brought his knees up to his chest, Yuuri followed behind him, frowning at the glum way Viktor sat; so he grabbed a blanket from the chair beside him and draped it over Viktor, who looked up at him as he did so. Yuuri knew he was distraught, but god-fucking-damnit, when Viktor looked up at him, with his eyes still red and glossy from the crying, Yuuri saw the world in his eyes; they were an arctic sea of cobalt and azure mingling with a swirling sea of sapphire and cerulean, and Yuuri was nothing but a lost, shipwrecked boy floating along in the waves of Viktor's eyes.
He knew Viktor was hurting, but when he cried, his tears seemed to sparkle, like drops of mercury. Something so beautiful, yet also had the potential to kill a man, that man being Yuuri, as just seeing Viktor this lugubrious made his heart shatter.
"Um, Yuuri?" Viktor croaked as he scrunched his eyebrows, barely noticeable. Yuuri muttered a quick 'sorry' before breaking his gaze and taking his place next to Viktor on the couch. But as Yuuri sat he noticed a slight tint of rose on Viktor's face. Was he...blushing? No, he couldn't be, could he? Yuuri thought surely not, there was no way.
"Christophe.....ended things between us." Spoke Viktor meekly, as he stared at the floor ahead of him, biting the nail of his thumb. His tears had stopped, for now, but his eyes were still puffy.
"He what?!" Yuuri's eyes widened as he exclaimed, turning all of his attention to Viktor, he wanted to know why any man, woman or person could even so much as think about leaving this absolute treasure of a human being.
Viktor's expression saddened a bit more, somehow, and continued to tell Yuuri in his still croaky voice, "he said, um, that I couldn't keep up with him, and that I wasn't enough.....basically that he grew tired of me.....he wanted more.....someone better....." Viktor went on saying all the reasons why Christophe had left him, but he didn't notice Yuuri growing red, or his fists clenching, or gritting his teeth. Yuuri was about 0.2 seconds away from bursting out of his apartment and punching Christophe right in the face. As Viktor carried on, Yuuri was growing more furious by the second, he was now a dormant volcano, far overdue for an eruption. Which is exactly what happened.
"IS HE FUCKING KIDDING??" Yuuri cried as he shakily, but swiftly stood from the couch, his fists clenching so much they left little crescent marks where his nails had dug in. Startled at the sudden outcry, Viktor jumped a bit, and settled his eyes on Yuuri, who was now on the other side of the coffee table pacing back and forth.
"Does he have any fucking sense? Does he even know what an angelic and alluring person hes letting go?" Yuuri continued to rant irately, seeming to forget that Viktor was still sitting on the couch.
"Yuuri."
"Hold on Viktor, I mean he cant just leave you like that! Was he drunk? Did he know what he was even doing? Because nobody in their right minds would, or at least should even THINK about leaving YOU of all people!"
"Yuuri."
Still pacing back and forth and steaming with rage, he ignored Viktor and went on, "Well he's a fucking idiot, Viktor, I can tell you that much. Do you have any idea how brilliant you are? The fact that anyone could treat you like that baffles me, Viktor, you shouldn't have to deal with that! You're a dazzlingly radiant human being and you deserve someone far better, someone who not going to fucking leave you crying in the street, someone who would actually love you for you, someone who-"
"Someone like you?"
Viktor had finally successfully interrupted Yuuri, who was shocked into silence. The apartment had fallen into a heavy quiet, contrasting with the vociferous rant of Yuuri's just mere seconds before. He just stood there, staring back at Viktor and processing what he had just said; whereas Viktor stared right back, a smile on the horizon as his eyes had softened slightly. If Viktor was being honest with himself, he had only began dating Christophe to try and get over Yuuri. He couldn't ever fathom Yuuri would have ever thought of him that way, but after hearing everything just now, he knew. For sure. He could see it in Yuuri's eyes as he gazed back at him. Fondly, yet still calming down from the anger, Yuuri's eyes were warm, as if swirled with caramel-coffee and cinnamon.
Yuuri began to stutter in-cohesively, blushing like a rose in full bloom. He didn't know what to do, leaving him stood frozen as Viktor stood up, still draped in the blanket from earlier. He shuffled over to Yuuri, his eyes still draped with melancholy, yet shined with a newfound sense of love. Viktor's hands found Yuuri's face, caressing just above his jawline on both sides; although he still held the blanket in his hands as well. Their foreheads met, and then their noses. The onyx haired boy brought his hands over Viktor's, and, centimeters before their lips touched, Viktor murmered,
"Its always been you, Yuuri."
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{A super late update is better than no update at all, amirite?? Lol that's what I keep telling myself, well here ya go hope you enjoyed it!}
