You Matter⇾Viktor X Yuuri // Yoi Fanfiction

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William taps his shoe on the ground, placing his fist under his chin as if thinking of something important. Yuuri, being on a white hospital bed.

No one had said anything for a while.

Yurio decided to stay quiet as well. The cold shameful quietness of being reminded of what he neglected to do in front of everyone.

"You wanna take his punishment?" William points to Yurio lazily with his thumb while seemingly glaring at Yuuri. He was definitely looking down on him, his face was one of disgust. But Yuuri had yet to figure out why he wouldn't just do what he wanted to. William had the tools, he's kidnapped them only to hear him out for things such as this? 

"Y-yes." He decides to reply sounding confident.  

Yurio feels a scowl growing on his face. Take my punishment they say? Nothing seemed to be sitting right with him.  For starters, he had no control of anything at all. All he could do was sit there and wait— wait for what?! 

Death likely.

 It was disgusting, why was he so weak? Was he really this weak? This was no movie, it wasn't a game. It was real life, he wasn't some superhero. If he wanted to escape, it would come to his brains. Not placing your bets on escaping in front of your captors. 

His teeth click together profoundly as he watches Yuuri follow William out of the room. He had a cast on his leg. Was he going to receive a "punishment" in that state? 

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It's been too long, Yuuri could be dead. Yurio could be dead. 

Jin paces back and forth, occasionally staring at the closed laptop and hundreds of stacked files on their desk.

 That card they had gotten a couple months ago seemed to be useless. They guys there were all big money pimps, rings on their chubby fingers, swaying their dicks out at people because their pants are full of "not just money," they say. This world was fucked, and in the end, they knew nothing. And to think they had nothing else to go on, even trying to decode the video William sent out had problems.

Why was he doing all of this again? He no longer had the urge to be with Yuuri. He never had the urge to be with Yurio. What is this lifestyle?

He had no family ...

If he gave up now, would Viktor call actual cops? 

If he wasn't fast enough and Yuuri ended up dying, would Viktor kick him out?

The media was going crazy over something earlier in the week, but he had no time to check what happened. Sorting through files, giving himself up to animals just to get information. Nothing was working, and whatever happened on the media might be a clue to getting Yuuri back. 

He then squeezes his eyes shut, he was beyond stressed at the moment. 

Jin opens his laptop. Clicking and scrolling on Viktor's Instagram acc ... account ...

Jin almost vomits from shock. A wave of something like grief washes over his features, his stress becoming vague as sadness takes over. 

It was just a photo, but it was a clue. 

If William didn't have the proper material for this, the photo could be traced. A location could be brought up and all he'd have to do is—

"I'm back." He hears a low voice as the door behind him slams shut. Shit! Viktor cannot see this right now. 

Not after the months of nothing, not after the mornings where he'd often find Viktor's pillow damp from tears. The bags under both of their eyes wouldn't go away after this, but he was much, much worse. Sometimes he'd go off of instant ramen for a week, not eating until his stomach ached and he craved food. He drank every now and again, looking through new files, searching through William's "parents" files. As it turned out, they actually were his parents. But neither Jin nor Viktor bothered to ever talk to them after confronting them once about their missing troubled son. 

"Find anything?" His voice was raspy, he smelled of booze, but Jin never did mind it. 

He struggles to close out of the tabs, succeeding just as Viktor stood behind him. Then slowly shakes his head, trying to act as though he'd been working on something else. Viktor didn't reply, going over to the couch on the side of him and searching through files without saying a word. Jin hears a bottle pop open. His lips tuck under himself, and from the corner of his eye, he can see Viktor wiping something from his eyes. 

"Fuck, I really can't do this forever." Jin hears the most broken voice he'd heard from Viktor in a while. "I really ..." The papers crumble between his fingers, "Can't..."

"We'll find them. We'll find them both ..." Neither talk to each other after that, the sound of loose papers and clicking sounds in the room. 

If he gave up now, Jin would hate himself forever.

If Yuuri died now, Viktor would surely kill himself. 

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