Nobody | V.N Y.K - Discontinued

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viktor really just wanted to prove to the raven that he was wrong— kisses like what he gave yuuri meant nothing to him. he didn't originally want to emotionally hurt him, but he also really couldn't keep leading this boy on. he had to do something to shut down the situation and if that's what this took, then so be it.

"so?" yuuri whispered, leaning back against the wall. "got something to prove?"

viktor, in fact, hadn't even realized they'd been standing there for a good few minutes after yuuri made his bet; 'then kiss me. prove it.'

he had no idea how this was happening. he didn't even know yuuri could speak a sentence without stuttering, where had all of this newfound confidence come from?!

"i.. uh, i.." viktor mumbled, debating over his options— kissing yuuri could give him some sort of hope for the future, which viktor did NOT want. not kissing him could prove yuuri right about the whole situation; another thing he really, really did not want. how was he supposed to handle this situation?

yuuri rose his eyebrows, waiting for a response, but viktor didn't have one. he simply just stared into his eyes, begging for an easier outlet.

how was he supposed to let this boy down easy? he really didn't want to hurt him. he cared about him way too much to do something like that.

but he just couldn't keep yuuri in the dark.

viktor stepped forward, a sigh slipping from his lips as he rested his mouth close to the younger one's ear; yuuri gasped, he obviously liked this.

"i'm only kissing you so this can end."

and yuuri swore, he had never felt his heart break worse than it had in that moment. tears filled his eyes even though he didn't want them to— he was the one who asked for this, yet he couldn't handle the outcome. but nonetheless he allowed the platinum-blonde to tilt his chin up, and move closer to his face. yuuri's heart was beating erratically.

somehow, viktor knew; he rested a shaky hand on yuuri's chest, and a soft smile graced his lips.

"seems to me like i'm not the one who needs to prove anything."

yuuri nearly broke. viktor was so cruel, so fucking cruel without even trying to be. he was saying all the things to push him over the edge; and he almost did. the tears in his eyes threatened to fall, but yuuri closed them, desperate to not ruin the moment by viktor seeing his tears. but he really wanted to watch.

he opened his eyes, and just as a loose tear fell down his cheek, viktor's lips were on his own, all over again. he wanted to scream, he wanted to just jump off that goddamn bridge because although it felt so good for him, he knew it was like nothing to viktor. and that's exactly why he cried harder— this resulted in viktor pulling away hastily, staring into his eyes. his eyelids fell slightly at the sight of this boy crying.

"oh god, yuuri," he whispered, his voice cracking, "this is exactly why i didn't want to do it."

viktor reaches forward, sighing slightly when he wiped away a tear, his heart ripping. what could he do to make this boy feel better?

"everything i w—want is always fucked up b—because of who i am. i'm so tired of this," yuuri seethed, anger rippling through his eyes. he had never truly been angry up until this point. he was tired of never being enough. "i'm so tired of this!"