To Know You [Yuri Plisetsky x Reader]

5

Your POV

I sighed, standing there in silence, thinking. I probably could've stayed there all night, that is, if Yuri hadn't thrown the doors open. My heart fluttered and a smile graced my face, but before I could even call out to him, he looked at me in something that was definitely not friendliness, piercing me with his blue-green eyes. My outstretched hand found itself back to my chest, and my eyes lowered. I heard his footsteps back toward the office, but he was in and out. Uncle Viktor rested a hand on my back and stayed quiet, watching him, I guessed.

"I forgot my phone." Yuri's accent was harsh, sharp as a hundred knives stabbing me from everywhere. And just like that, he was gone again. I sighed in disappointment and impulsively leaned into Uncle Viktor.

"If you're upset, like you thought you made a friend, don't take it too hard. I have been close to him for a little over a year and he still seems to hate me." My uncle seemed to have been choosing his words a little too wisely.

"But we had fun today... I had fun," I finished with a whisper and looked up at him with sad eyes. It felt weird. I didn't usually express my sadness, and I don't even get this upset when people leave after a good time.

"I'm sure he had fun too, Y/n. Yurio's just... well, he's reclusive, you could say. He doesn't have a great tolerance level, so you should feel lucky he let you see him smile." I thought about what he said. From how he talked to Uncle Viktor, he did seem a bit avoidant of others.

My thoughts were distracted when the doors opened once again. "Yuri?" I faced the doors with hopeful eyes.

"Uh, yeah?" The new figure replied. You're not Yuri. He was a raven, jet black hair, and he was wearing glasses and a heavy-looking coat. "Who are you?" He asked, approaching me.

On instinct, I hid behind my uncle. "I could, uh, I could ask you the same thing." Uncle Viktor didn't seem startled at all. He actually stepped away from me and embraced this man.

"Oh, Yuuri! You're here!" His voice went soft and loving as he nuzzled the now blushing male.

"Yuuri?" I raised an eyebrow. Yuri and Yuuri...?

"Hi, Viktor," 'Yuuri' laughed nervously. "Um, who's this?" His eyes were affixed on me, and I began feeling self-conscious.

"Yuuri! This is my niece, Y/n!" He left Yuuri for a few seconds to grab my arm and force me into their embrace.

"U-Uncle Viktor!" I jumped away, startled. I looked this new man up and down, assessing him.

"Oh, so you're the niece he's been talking about." Talking about? What has he said about me?

"Uh, yeah... so, who are you?"

My uncle's answer startled me. "We're married, Y/n," he replied in a cheerful tone.

"Uncle Viktor, you're gay?" I must've come off as offensive, because both of their faces dropped. "I-I mean, it's just, my mother never told me about that, and, uh, my dad said you were dating some brunette girl." He only seemed to scowl at the mention of my father.

"Ah, well," he wrapped his arm protectively around Yuuri's waist, "F/n has never accepted it. Heh, he didn't even come to the wedding. Your mother was alone." This made me stop and think. My dad is homophobic? "Speaking of, where is he? It's nearly nine-thirty."

"It's been that long?" I began running towards the office to grab my phone and check for notifications, but I tripped over the skates I was still wearing. I winced in pain as I landed on both knees then rolled onto my back. I heard Yuuri gasp slightly and come over to me, my uncle following behind.

"Are you okay?" Yuuri bent over me in concern, but I scooted away with just my arms. "H-hey, calm down-"

"Y/n." I looked up at my uncle and continued scooting away slowly. "Relax." He finished with a smile and looked back down at Yuuri. His glasses slid down, so he just looked at me with bare eyes.

Yuuri adjusted his glasses and looked at my slightly bent knees, taking off the bandages. He then removed my skates, freeing my aching feet. The bandages were drenched with blood only on the inside, and my torn knees were caked with dried blood. Yuuri gasped; Uncle Viktor's eyes just widened, as he'd seen them already. I noticed a bit of my bandage on my stomach was showing, but before I could do anything, Uncle Viktor bent over me and pulled my shirt up, just above the bandage. His eyes became hard as I felt more and more vulnerable. "Y/n..." My uncle's voice cracked. "You said you just fell a bit. What is this?"

Something took over my mind, made me say, "It's not like you actually believed me, did you?" My words caught all of us by surprise. Yuuri pursed his lips and sat back on his knees. Uncle Viktor sighed in exasperation as he ran a hand through his hair.

We all flinched in surprise after hearing the glass front doors slam against each other. "Y/n, why haven't you answered your-" My father walked in and froze, seeing my uncle and his husband bent over me. "What the hell is going on here? I leave her here for only two hours and you molest her?!" My dad stomped over to us and shoved Viktor away from me, only to look at Yuuri. "You're still gay, I see. Disgusting." Yuuri's eyes fell to the floor as Uncle Viktor stood up to face my dad. Before he opened his mouth, my father glowered down at me. "What did you do to her?" He bent over and gripped my forearm, yanking me to my feet. I howled in pain and stumbled backward, but Yuuri caught me before I fell down. "Get your arms off my daughter, gay boy."

"F/n. This wasn't anyone's fault." Uncle Viktor was straining his voice, trying to remain calm, it seemed. "A few minor accidents happened, but Y/n is fine. Now kindly stop insulting my husband."

"Minor accidents?! God, you're a spitting image of M/n. It's just nasty." My dad rolled his eyes as mine widened.

"What's so bad about being like M/n? You're lucky she paired with an ass like you!" Yuuri and I gasped, and judging by Yuuri''s reaction I could tell my uncle didn't swear often.

My dad growled but said nothing for a few seconds. "Y/n, get up. We're going home. Grab your bags and let's get out of here."

"But dad, I-"

"Now." His voice was filled with impatience and rage, and I didn't want to test him anymore.

"Right." Despite how much it hurt in my stomach and knees, I got up and hobbled to the office, emerging with my shoes on and my bag over my shoulder.

My dad shot a glare at my uncle, who had his arm around his husband once again, then looked at me. He jerked his head toward the doors and began to leave, signaling for me to follow. Looking over at the others, I nodded apologetically and ran after my dad, my knees and stomach burning and my mind racing.

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A/N

Was this okay? I felt like I needed to introduce Yuuri, so, yeah-

I had this part of the A/N even back when this story was on the @imaflowerchild profile, but I have another Yuri P. fanfiction on this account, not posted yet. It's not a reader insert, so sorry for that possible turnoff.

Feedback and suggestions always appreciated!

Love ya kiwis!

~Hedgehog-chan