***TW: Self Harm is mentioned throughout. Small summary at end for those who may be triggered by reading graphic content. I love you all <3
Edited April 8th
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Viktor's phone lay on the coffee table, lit up with many texts from Yuuri already. He must have known Viktor would be flipping out about all of this. Most of them were sorry's, most of them were telling him not to worry. But, given the situation, how was he even supposed to cope.
He may have known nothing of this boy but he had never felt more close to anyone in his life. They may have had bonded injuries but perhaps their hearts were connected as well. His heart seemed to ache and perhaps that's how Yuuri knew he was upset.
After checking all of the useless and non settling messages, he didn't hesitate to call the other, getting an immediate pick up on the other end.
"Viktor, there is no need to-" Yuuri began to speak before Viktor interrupted
"Where do you live Yuuri? I'm coming right away..." He said, already grabbing his keys from the hook near the door.
It took a few moments of hesitation before Yuuri spat out his address. He would much rather try and explain in person anyways so why not? Viktor was out the door only moments after Yuuri gave him the location and decided to just run. There was no time to even grab his car. Perhaps anyone else wouldn't react this way to just a few scars appearing up but...Viktor had been through this feeling before and most certainly wasn't gonna allow it to go unnoticed again.
It happened about 7 years ago. To a boy in his school classroom. He came to school everyday with a small ring of black on his lower lid, having stayed up late but Viktor never questioned his decisions for staying up so late on a school night, it was a somewhat free country. HOwever, as winter bled into spring, and days got warmer, the choice of dress began to change and girls wore skirts and boys wore shorts. All but that strange boy who stayed in his sweaters and pants
That's when Viktor finally got the courage to ask him why. Why didn't he didn't talk to others, why didn't he go to sleep at night, why didn't he want to wear clothes to keep him cool in the heat.
And what did he get in return? A smile and a few words that were constantly in the back of his head for the next three years.
"Some incidents of the paintbrush are irrevocable. And I can't help to paint despite how ugly this painting is coming out to be."
Younger Viktor didn't understand any of that but when gym class rolled around that day and they went to change in the locker room, he finally understood.
Pain demands to be felt. Whether it be mental or physical and that boy couldn't handle it being all in his head.
Despite figuring out what all of this was, the young Viktor kept silent. He see the cuts himself and refused to believe that someone could bring pain to themselves. It didn't seem right. Kids always ran from bees, avoided roses, made sure the water wasn't hot just to keep from getting hurt. However...This one seemed to just not care.
Viktor realized his mistake when all was too late. He "woke up one morning to head to school, only to find the desk of the victim of the paintbrush empty. The classroom was silent, the teacher's eyes puffy with tears. The silver haired boy began to worry. What had happened? Walking up to his teacher, he tugged on her sleeve.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
The girl eyed the child, forcing a smile out. "Darling...Yurio Plisetsky has decided to take his own life last night. I'm sorry, you two were friends weren't you?"
The bright blue eyes on VIktor's face saddened almost immediately. He knew this was what was gonna happen eventually and he kept silent.
"It's all my fault." Viktor spat under his breath as he broke from flashback, running up the steps to Yuri's house. He was gonna bang on it but...It had already been opened a crack.
He went inside almost immediately, being met with the scent of lilies and freshly baked bread. Seeing as the only light came from the bedroom, he went that way and seen Yuuri sitting right on the bed with a small innocent smile on his face.
"You came to me Viktor...Why?" The raven haired male asked, his expression confused as he sat up from the bed.
"Because Yuuri...I care about you and you scared me quite a bit." Viktor responded, climbing up on the bed next to him.
In the midst of the dimly lit room, they both sat silently for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes. There was no movements, no gestures but a brief period of nothing. It was a time to take in and realize that they were bonded, bound to be met up in this moment, and that the magical gods that controlled human life put them together like this.
"I believe we are two broken men connected by the laws of the universe, Viktor," Yuuri spoke after a while, his hand reaching out to grab the other's, "And, there is no need to worry about me. They are simply scars from whiles ago. All our marks began to appear on each other when we figured out the bond, see?" He explained some more before tugging the blanket off his legs. Yuuri was in a pair of boxers, giving a decent view of the small strips of healed puffy skin.
"I'm sorry life has given you pain, Yuuri..." Viktor whispered, bringing the fingertips of the boy to his lips. "And I'm not gonna romanticize this situations and be all poetic like you. I am gonna tell you straight up that...The marks show flaws, imperfection but...The message behind them show a fighter inside. And I'm glad you let me know." He said, smiling a bit.
Yuuri chuckled softly, looking down at the bed. "I don't believe I showed you, I believe you found out yourself."
Viktor rolled his eyes playfully, a huff of amusement coming from his nose. "Very funny...But please Yuuri, if were...Bonded, in other words a form of soulmates, then can you please tell me all things on your mind? I don't wish to ever see a shell of a boy like I did whiles back. I truly do enjoy this more open Yuuri, especially that smile." He replied, poking the cheek of the other.
Yuuri responded with a nod, biting at his lip. "I..I do have one more thing on my mind...However, it's silly and I am only thinking about it because this moment couldn't get any more cliche..."
The other raised a brow, pushing some of his own grey colored strands out of his face. "Yes, running to your house in the middle of the night is so very cliche. What is it? I am one for cheesy things!"
Yuuri paused briefly, taking a mental deep breath before looking back up into the blue eyes of the other, "Viktor...Can I kiss you?"
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***BRIEF SUMMARY: For those who didn't wish to read the somewhat graphic content <3
Viktor is flipping out over the fact that his tattoos that appeared on his legs are similar to self inflicted marks. He calls Yuuri and demands to know his address to run over and confront this situation. Along the way, he is caught in a flashback of boy he once knew long ago who had these same self inflicted marks, that later took his own life. It is revealed that this boy is Yurio Plisetsky. After arriving to Yuuri's house, he finds out that they are just scars and not anything fresh. The two share a fluffy cute conversation and the chapter ends with Yuuri asking for a kiss.
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A/N I hope this chapter was okay. I'm writing up some (poetic) smut for the next one :)
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