Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•I'll Always Choose You•

Christmas Morning

Yuri's Point Of View

"Do I wear a suit?"

"Slicked back or just normal?"

"I should bring an appetizer."

"Do they like dogs?"

"Do I smell like dog?"

"What's your moms favorite flower?"

"Oh my god, where's my tie?"

These had been the questions I had heard over and over again.

They were infinite.

And Victor asked them as if he would die if I didn't give him an answer.

"Victor, seriously........"

"No, where is my tie?!" he said frantically as his fingers got caught in his hair, a mix of emotions putting them there.

"Okay, calm down........"

"I am calm!"

I knew he was anything but calm.

His pacing and his messy hair were proof enough.

And I wasn't stupid.

I knew why he had been on edge ever since he looked at that damn clock.

And for all I know, he could have been on edge way before that.

"No, you're not," I said as as I kept my eyes on him, leaving the comfort of his bed to try and help him.

He was hidden in the corner of his mansion of a closet.......

White dress shirts coating the floor and colored ties scattered against drawers and hangers.

And yet, he was losing his mind at the thought of one lost tie.

"Come here," I said quietly, desperately trying to make him slow down so I could somehow meet him in the middle.

"Yuri, I have to get ready......."

"Hey, come here........"

And he did.

By dragging his feet and his shoulders to stand in front of me, with one sock on and an unbuttoned shirt.

I grabbed his shoulders and made him sit down on the black ottoman he had in the middle of the room.

Knowing that what he needed was to stop asking questions and just listen.

Because just listening would answer them.

"Okay, so clearly someone is nervous," I told him as I started buttoning his shirt, worried that his shaking hands would not be able to do so.

"I'm f-fine."

"Don't even try lying to me."

"I'm not lying."

I looked at him unamused through raised eyebrows.

"Okay, so maybe I am lying," his eyes looking away from mine as I reached the last button, smoothing down his wrinkled shirt as I did so.

"Mhm."

"I-I mean, Jesus, of course I'm nervous!" he said as he stopped my hands from helping him, holding them as hard as he could in his own.

He was holding them as if they were his lifeline.

And maybe they were.

But I wanted my whole being to be his lifeline.

"Then tell me why," I asked him as I sat down on the carpeted floor in front of him, listening to Makkachin run around the apartment behind us.