Until the End | ✔

Chapter 13: Confession

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" said Yuuri, covering his face. Viktor would be arriving any minute now and it was all Phichit's fault.

"I know" the Thai man replied sweetly, smiling like it was the dearest compliment he has ever heard. He turned to Yurio, who held Makkachin in his arms. "Ready?"

"Ready."

A knock was sounded at the door. Otabek went over to answer it. Yuuri took his hands off his face to see what was happening, but melted into the couch.

"Ah, Viktor. I wasn't expecting you to come by this late" greeted Beka in a friendly manner.

"Where's my dog?" he asked straight away, eyes narrowed. That wasn't a good sign.

Otabek nodded, stepping aside, revealing Yurio. His regular smug expression immediately changed into a nervous smile. "H-Here's your dog!" he said, holding out Makkachin in front out him.

"Yurio that was not part of the plan!" criticized Phichit. Viktor's gaze traveled across the room to Phichit. He looked the latter up and down.

"You're a part of this too?"

"Yes. I am." He replied calmly, holding Viktor's intense blue gaze.

Viktor tore his gaze away, sighed and face-palmed, looking almost as disappointed as Yuuri had once been. Yuuri could hear him slowly inhale and exhale. He finally looked up. "I know you guys are just trying to help... but you're really just making things worse. Like c'mon, stealing my dog? A bit too far, don't you think?" Everyone in the room fell silent, they did not think things through as thoroughly as they thought. The silver-haired man cleared his throat before continuing, "Where's Yuuri?"

In response, Phichit sprinted over to the couch, and involuntarily lifted Yuuri's hand for him. "Right here."

Yuuri let out a grumble, letting his hand drop down lazily.

Viktor's eyes lit up. "Ah, can I have a word with you... alone?"

"Go, sleepyhead" whispered Phichit in his friend's ear. Too tired to protest anymore, the Japanese man slowly rose from the couch. Viktor beckoned him over to the kitchen and the latter obliged.

Once in the kitchen, Viktor was the first to speak. "Please, let's just make up quickly before the others make it worse," he said under his breath, just about loud enough for Yuuri to hear. "First off, can we just agree this entire argument was stupid?"

"It really was. I think we would've made up by now if it wasn't for some people trying to step in and 'help'." Yuuri agreed.

"Good. Second, did you know that Phichit, Otabek, and Yurio were in on this?"

"Phichit, yes. We made a deal, I honestly kind of regret it now. Otabek and Yurio? No" Yuuri fidgeted with his hands.

"You made a deal? What exactly was it on anyways? I can kind of already guess though" Viktor pushed.

There was really no point in hiding anything from Viktor anymore. Whatever was not said now, would eventually be revealed to him from the others some way or another. "To put it simply, it was about you."

"Me?" He bowed, a smirk growing on his face. "Well, I'm honored. Third, confess"

"Confess.... To what?" So much for the whole "no point in hiding anything" thing.

"Yuuri Katsuki, you know very well what I'm talking about. I thought we already learned that playing stupid won't get you anywhere." Viktor leaned against one of the counters, an expression of anticipation on his face. It was if his feelings were that obvious (which, unfortunately for Yuuri, were). He was expecting to hear a duhh by now from the smug man.

An amused smile pasted on the face, Yuuri rolled his eyes. "Wow, a kitchen is sure so romantic to confess your feelings. What's even the point of confessing, Viktor Nikiforov? You know very well what I'm going to say."

With a flick of the wrist, he waved away the sarcasm. "Yeah, but it would make me feel way better if I actually heard the words." He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

"Is your love life really that sad? Alright: I love you. You are very cute. You are the most dramatic person in the word. It makes you cuter." He 'confessed' in a monotone voice.

Viktor walked over and ruffled his already messy raven-black hair. "Good start, but try again."

"Make me" he said in a low voice.

As if on command, Viktor immediately backed Yuuri up against the refrigerator. Yuuri flinched at the sudden coldness of the metal. The Russian male put one hand on the fridge, pinning him there. The other slowly stroked the latter's cheek. "Make me...? I'd be happy to." Yuuri felt his raspy-sounding whisper tickle his ear. They locked gazes for what seemed like forever, the same kind of look they gave each other when they first met. Then, Viktor eased closer, closer until their lips met in a passionate kiss.

When they pulled away for breath, was when they finally heard the pterodactyl screeches from an elated Phichit. "I guess their plan did work after all" said Yuuri, grinning, still out of breath.