You Matter⇾Viktor X Yuuri // Yoi Fanfiction

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"So what? He's Phichit! It's not like he meant it in ... that kind of way. And we were all drunk, how was I supposed to know what I was doing?" 
Yuuri snarled, staring at another upset glare as his husband ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Well if you hadn't even decided to go all in and had one too many drinks then I don't think I would have found my husband in the corner with his best friend making out, now would I Yuuri?" 
Yuuri knew he was right, but he wanted to have fun for a change after months of hard training. Was that so wrong? Viktor should understand his side too. It didn't matter. None of it did really, why were they arguing over something so trivial?

"That's not what I—" Yuuri groans spinning around on his heels and stomping out of the room. He placed a hand on the front door's knob before being interrupted by his husband, the Viktor Nikiforov.

"Where are you going?" 
Deciding it'd be best to ignore Viktor's random desperateness, Yuuri hanks the door open with no other thought in his mind but to get away. 
"Why would you care anyway? If you want to talk ... meet me at the bar we used to go to by 9, no more no late. I just need time to myself right now." 
Before Viktor could argue back Yuuri swiftly slams the door behind him.

Viktor felt his heartthrob with pain. Normally Yuuri wasn't so easily upset with him nor was he, but seeing his husband kissing someone in a corner of an empty club wasn't exactly forgivable. Why doesn't he understand that? Why was this argument over something so stupid? It'll all be over anyway, they just need to talk it out like always. The bar we always go to huh? ...

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He raised the object to his lips before taking a sip, letting the strong liquid flow into his mind. Yuuri leans forward, pressing his elbows against the cold countertop of the lonely bar resting his head in his palms. 

"Who does he think he is? I can have fun whenever I want to ..." He spat, taking another large gulp of his drink. How long has it been since he's left Viktor alone at their apartment? Hours, minutes? Regardless of the time, he couldn't tell. 
"E -excuse me, sir?" 
A small tap was placed on the slightly drunken boy's shoulder. He was met with the same pair of eyes as his as husband's, except they were darker and less full of enjoyment, rather another emotion. Hmm?

"Hey, Yuuri!" 
He was met with a pair of light brown eyes much like his own, but they were filled with excitement while he was of boredom.

Minamooooo—" Yuuri slurs trying to keep his sight focused on his beloved fan and friend, trying his hardest to seem like he was having a good time while he was keeping to himself.
"—Who's your friend?~" He hiccups profoundly.
Minami tilts his head staring at a drunken Yuuri before backtracking, taking a look around whilst ignoring the question.

"Where's Viktor? You two are normally always together."
The Japanese male slouches back down in his stool no longer caring for Minami's presence. Damn kids don't know how to recognize the mood! He resumes resting his chin back into his hand. Yuuri was sure Viktor was still at the apartment. Sure it was true he wanted to give a sober answer this time but instead, he ignored Minami swirling his empty cup around using his index finger. 
"Doesn't mattah, I still didn't get an answer about your new frwends though ..." 
The yellow and red-haired boy smiles brightly at the mention of his new friend.
"We met at the ice rink me and my mom used to visit! We started talking and suddenly my phone started exploding with notifications!" 
The small male began, now taking a step forward and enthusiastically gesturing towards his friend. 
"It was the same day Viktor proposed to you!! It was so amazing! You smiled and he and you were all like..."