You Matter⇾Viktor X Yuuri // Yoi Fanfiction

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y is dat haikyuu!! u askkk?!!?!!? I might make a kagehina book, dats yyy!  [plus I love the neighborhood too ig...]

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"You okay?" Jin asks after setting down his cup of coffee. Of course, he's not. His husband disappeared and he can't remember how, but he was there. And it's technically his fault for not being able to remember anything. Luckily, he remembered bits and parts of what happened, the part where Yuuri ignored him for most of the day and the taxi ride with Jin was coming back to him. He can't help but feel bits and pieces before and some after are still missing. "Well... although I lost parts of my memory, they've all slowly came back to me, but I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to remember what happened to Yuuri..." Jin folds a leg over the other and writes down something in a small notebook, "Why do you think that? You said your memory was coming back to you, right?"

His eyes lock onto the carpet, "I had some kind of trigger for most of the stuff. Like when I saw your card on the table, I automatically thought about the ride, and the rest of our conversation just came back to me. I have no idea what happened to Yuuri, so I don't know where to look."

He wouldn't show it, but what Mr. Viktor Nikiforov was saying, pissed him off. Pissed him off so much. So, not only did you fail to protect Yuuri, but you also had the nerve to lose your memory. That's probably why you feel like shit right now... He thought to himself The room was quiet, and he took a few seconds to figure out what to say.

"I- I suppose that is w-why, yeah. But I know better than to... uhm... think it was completely my fault..." Viktor chuckles awkwardly. Jin's eyes widen in fear. He said that out-loud?! "I can't believe I ju- I mean, what I mean is, you're weak now, right? So If you have me on your side to help you; I'm convinced we can retrieve your husband!" He also chuckles awkwardly and accidentally drops his notebook when rubbing the back of his neck. He just laughs louder as it reveals a sketch. Viktor kept his eyes averted as he hurriedly scooped up the drawing. He was supposed to be taking notes, not drawing pictures! "Ah, or maybe, we can try to regain your memory first before we start searching..."

Jin was the only cop he knew supposably who did their work on cases like kidnap. Jin was the one who insisted coming to him first if something like this were to happen. "I remember nothing from that day. I remember nothing from this month either really. I'm sure all we were doing was getting ready for competition. And yet, in just one day... Yuuri and Yurio are gone." Maybe it is my fault, "When will we be able to try and help my memory, and when will we start looking for them?" Viktor begins asking desperately. Jin's eyes stay in his sketchbook as he begins smirking. Desperation is always someone's downfall. "How about we start today?" 

Viktor's mouth gaps, he wasn't expecting them to be able to start today, although he should've despite his impatience. "O-of course! Thank you so much, Mr. Cho! Hopefully, this isn't any trouble, I'm sure you could tell how impatient I was, sorry." Jin's smile enlargens as he finally closes the 'notebook'. He chuckles and answers, "Of course it's no trouble at all, I said I was a fan of your's, and Jin is fine Viktor." He then gives a cheeky smile to top the cake and stands to shake his hand. Viktor smiles as well, gladly shaking his hand. 

"Let's get started!" 

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The ground quakes as Jin jumps into the back of the van. They succeeded! Willaim helped him retrieve his Yuuri. He glances at the unconscious man, his raven black hair laying sideways. He pays close attention to everything again. His slow breathing, his pale skin, the bruises on his face. Jin wishes he could see his eyes, but Willaim was in charge of the plan and he had no say in whether or not he stays conscious or not. He had to wait. 

But he waited and waited. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, hours and hours. Until finally, they made a stop. The stop had been a simple stop for the bathroom before they continued on their way. They all got out and covered each other in the store to make sure no one had followed them. A quick bathroom break and a few snacks, but...

He got out the bathroom and no one was looking outside the store. No one was outside the store. He looked around, panicking, confused. 

"E-excuse me, but where did the-" 

"They left." The clerk answers straight up. They what?! 

He tried looking around again, walked away from the store to see if he could glimpse the van. They were gone... they took Yuuri. He tried calling Willaim, but the bastard's phone went straight to voicemail. 

Now he was crying. He was nearly in the middle of nowhere and they abandoned him, took Yuuri, and the truth dawning on him. Willaim didn't need a reason to break Yuuri, and if he did... it was for his own pleasure. 

He was... set up. 

And he fucking fell for it so easily, trying to get over Jeannie and trying to get over his past. How was he so careless? How was he so easily captivated and unopen to the likelihood of this whole thing being a setup?! All the free passes, everything he was given to by some damn stranger, he wasn't one bit skeptical about?! 

And now he was crying. He hated this feeling. Hated it more than he hated losing his beloved. Every time Jeannie would cry, he'd feel too bad not to feed her as a punishment, to continue torching her, to continue hitting her, to continue loving her. 

She cried too much.

She died too easily. 

He won't make any of these mistakes again. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through a few contacts before ordering a taxi. It would take a while to arrive, but what could he do? 

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Tysm for over 1k views and 100+ votes on this story! I appreciate all the reads!... ;;'