Another (not so) normal day

A day like all the others (?)

It’s march and a day like all the other days before. It was sunny, but still chilly outside. But today felt a little different then the other ones.

Yuuri woke up next to Viktor, just like always since they’ve become a couple.

The only difference was, that Viktor was still asleep. Normally Viktor would wake Yuuri, but today’s different: Viktor only came home a few hours ago. At 2 or 3 am. He probably went to a bar with Chris, who was visiting with his boyfriend for a few days.

Yuuri gave Viktor a little peck on his cheek, before he got out of bed to make breakfast for his beautiful fiancé and himself.

The pancakes were finished and Yuuri scrolled through instagram with his phone in one hand and his favorite mug in the other.
It’s a habit that rubbed off on him from when he lived with Phichit in Detroit. He finds himself recently checking instagram more often to make sure he won’t miss any big news.

One particular post made Yuuri suspicous. He really had a bad feeling about this one, but he still opened the link that was attached to the post.

‘Does Nikiforov cheat on Japans ace Katsuki Yuuri?’

Yuuris blue mug slipped out of his hand as he read the title and looked at the following photo. It was probably a bad idea to read the whole article, but still… Yuuri couldn’t look away.

The bedside next to him was cold as Viktor woke up. 'Yuuri must have gotten up quite a while ago…’,thought Viktor. After a little stretching and a yawn, Viktor hopped out of bed to look for Yuuri and to eat something. But he first put a pair of grey sweatpants on.

The silver-haired man walked into the big kitchen and first noticed that Yuuri wasn’t there. He walked over to the table where they usually ate breakfast together.

'It seems like Yuuri didn’t ate a single bite of these wonderful looking pancakes.’. As Viktor got closer to the table, he noticed something cold and wet on the floor. Cold coffee was all over the floor as well as the broken pieces of Yuuris favorite mug.

'I wonder where Yuuri is, because if this is his fault, he would have already cleaned it…'Viktor made it his mission to find the jet-black haired man of his dreams. He walked over to the living room.

You could hear quiet sobs from inside the living room, if you would listen close enough. Now Viktor got really worried. He slowly opened the door to not scare Yuuri on the other side of the door.

"Yuuri? Yuuri! Oh my god Yuuri, what's wrong?", asked Viktor the still crying Yuuri on the ground. Yuuri didn't seem to even notice him, so Viktor became even more worried.

Actually, Viktor didn't really know what to do. He wasn't good with people crying in front of him and definitely not with people having anxiety attacks.

The silver-haired man grabbed the sobbing mans shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. "V-V-Viktor!? I-I th-thought y-y-you were s-still sleeping. S-Since when a-a-are you h-here?", sobbed Yuuri into Viktors shoulder.

"Not long, but shhhhhh ... Calm down, zolotse. I'm right here, beside you. Everything's going to be fine Yuuri, even though i don't know what's wrong. But! You know that you can tell me everything. I won't judge you. I would never judge you. So...what happened?", asked a slightly trembling Viktor.

"I-I-It's not that i-important. Rea-Really! I-I'm just o-overreacting .. p-probably..", Yuuri tried to stand up, but he didn't thought, that Viktor would hold him THAT tight. 

With Viktors weight on top of him, they both collapsed onto the couch and Viktor still cradled him in his strong arms. He hugged Yuuri like there was no tomorrow.