dorks//victuuri

fifty five

yuuri's pov

"your music taste is really shit, by the way."

"that's incorrect, as i don't have a music taste. i literally listen to everything."

i could feel yurio's eyes rolling from beside me, "you have tyler the creator, that's about the only good thing on this shitty playlist."

i hit his knee, "okay then, put flower boy on and shut up."

yurio was different than i imagined him to be. from the way he texted in the group chat to how victor described him in general, i expected him to be on edge, snappy, dressed in all black and have those eyes that you couldn't look into for more than two seconds without them turning into daggers.
but his eyes were strangely soft and glowing. he looked like a lost kitten almost (he'd kill you if you said that to his face, though) and his voice wasn't as loud and piercing as i'd imagined it to be. he was actually pretty soft-spoken, when he wanted to be.

he reminded me of victor, in a weird way. kind of like his long lost brother. (again, they'd both kill me if i said it aloud)

"so, is he near enough okay now?" i ask.

"he will be once he sees you." yurio rests his chin on his knee.

"does he know im coming?"

"not sure. he's really spaced out, god knows if he even heard me say i was going to get you."

i look ahead and let out a sigh, "i get it. he's probably still shaken up, i don't blame him."

yurio looked up at me, "yeah. having you here should lighten things up though- he really needs you."

i smile slightly to myself, "that's why i'm here."

i kept everything crossed that entire journey from the airport- praying to whatever god is up there that i'm not too late and victor's not already lost his mind. yurio told me this isn't the first time he's been in these sorts of situations- and when he's faced with challenges like these it takes him a hot minute to recover from them. which is completely understandable, but now we're together i almost feel bad. like its my fault. like i've not done enough. to be honest, i just never want him to be sad.

but for him not to be sad, i need to be there to make him happy. and that's exactly what i'm going to do. plus yurio, because he deserves credit for being a bigger badass than me- and he's only seventeen.

~

after what felt like six hundred hours, we made it to a small apartment complex - everything black and white, except from the pink and red flowers which surrounded each building. the windows were all different sizes, some as tall as me and some as small as a puppy.

suddenly one of the windows did catch my eye, as there was an actual puppy pressed up against the glass, it's bark sounding muffled from standing so far away.

"makkachin does that a lot." i heard yurio say from behind me.

"makkachin..."

MAKKACHIN!

i suddenly found myself sprinting up to that window, not having a clue where i was going but i didn't care. my heart was screaming at me to just keep running, victor was right there, he's up there, he's safe.

so i ran. my chest felt empty, my shoulders were desperate to launch into victor's warm chest, my head was in a spin but i didn't care. i heard yurio shout from behind me to slow down, but that faded into background noise when i flung open the door that the barking lead me to.