Mr Love Queen's Choice | Victor Li Short Fics

The first actual kiss

If there was one thing you learnt after the disaster of a family dinner, is the fact that you have to move on and focus on your violin playing because there is a concert very soon.

Rehearsals today lasted way longer than anyone had ever expected, mainly because this one girl, who was the pianist for a fucking piano concerto of all things, decided to show up half an hour late. Her excuse? She thought that rehearsals today were cancelled due to it being a public holiday.

But instead of removing her whole performance, the supervisors just told everyone to wait for her to show up and suck up to it, even though they forgot to mention the fact that she was the daughter of one of the school's board of directors.

You glared at her the moment she sashayed her way into the performance hall, not even bothering to give a proper apology as she sat herself down on the piano and began yelling at the other performers when they weren't playing how she wanted them to.

"Your tremolo is horrible!" She screamed while pointing at Kiki.

"It says pp here, why are you playing in f?" She yelled at the percussionist.

"You guys are all trash!" She didn't say that out loud but one of the benefits of being a violinist is that you were always close to the front of the stage, which so happened to be where the piano was. Oh, how you wanted the shove her off the stage that very moment.

Jokes aside, thanks to her and very many more mistakes from other individual performers (like seriously, aren't these people supposed to be Ling Lings who practice 40 hours a day?), rehearsals today ended at like around 10 at night. Students weren't supposed to be kept in school until this late at night, but what can you do when half of the performers can't get their shit together when there are only 3 days left until the annual school concert.

Sighing while running your fingers through your hair, you walked over to the convenience store right across the street to see if there was anything left. No, it's not the same one that sells horrible sandwiches since this one is a Japanese convenience store, which also meant that everything in there is much more expensive than what you would normally get.

You paid for a bowl of instant ramen and ate it by the window, staring out into the almost empty streets despite it being fairly early into the night, except for some scattered human beings walking towards the club/ bar just a few blocks away.

Just then your phone started to buzz, making you jump and almost drop your chopsticks. You fumbled for your phone and found out that it was a call from Victor, which was weird considering, well, you haven't had a proper conversation with him since the dinner a few days ago.

That made you realise how much you missed him but he didn't need to know that.

"Where are you?"

Classic Victor, not bothering with greetings.

"Family Market."

There was a short pause on the other end until Victor said that he will be here in a few minutes before proceeding to hang up without even saying bye. The audacity of that guy, but whatever.

At least you didn't have to worry about it being awkward. It is a shame, however, that all of the conversations and scenarios you planned in your head had to go to waste but whatever.

But a few minutes might be a little too long since you were almost done with your ramen. The staff here wouldn't let you sit in here for any longer: their glares and furious jabbing of buttons were anything but welcoming, but you were used to it, anyway.

You dumped the empty paper bowl and chopsticks into the trash can and walked out of the store. Is it dangerous for a 19-year-old to be walking alone on an empty street at night, with no one near enough to help them? Probably, but you just wanted to get home as quickly as possible and take a much-needed shower.

Something started banging inside your head, making you hiss in pain as you tried to hold back the urge to vomit rising up your throat. It might just be nausea or a slight headache, both of which weren't uncommon since you barely had any rest for the past few days, but if that were the case you had to get back as soon as possible.

Just when things couldn't get any worse, droplets of rain started to cascade from the sky, bombarding against your coat as you hastened your steps. You held you violin case above your head, praying that the rain would stop soon since your apartment was like 10 minutes away.

Guess you should've waited for Victor, huh?

"What are you doing here?"

You lifted your gaze to see Victor standing in front of you, shielding himself with only his trench coat, looking all worried and angry at you for leaving the convenience store.

"Going home?"

"Idiot," he said as he guided you towards a bus stop nearby, drying your hair off with a pack of tissues he had in his pocket. "Is it that hard to stay put?"

"Well, I'm sorry I don't have the patience."

"You really are an idiot."

If anything, the rain only got heavier after he said that, with no signs of ever stopping within the next hour. So much for wanting to shower.

But what better time to talk to Victor about things than now? You weren't getting home in the next few minutes, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened that day," you said while lifting your gaze to meet his.

Victor was still busy drying off your hair with a tissue when he stopped in his tracks, seemingly taken aback by what you just said.

"About what."

"My parents. And how I treated you...I shouldn't have been so hostile towards you that night."

He remained silent for a few seconds, fishing out another tissue to wipe the drops of rain on your sweater.

"Your parents were right. I was trying to rush things between us."

"Victor I don't care what they say about us," you said while grabbing his hand, making him look back at you in the eyes. "I thought I made it clear that I liked you."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Y/N, but your mother doesn't like me, does she."

"She doesn't but I-we can change that. She-"

"You had an argument when I left the table."

"Yes but that's not-"

"I can see the looks in your mother's eye-"

Before Victor could finish his sentence and end this conversation for the worst, you caressed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. After lusting for his lips for as long as you can remember, you finally got to taste them and hell they tasted good.

No matter what anyone thought about Victor, you wouldn't allow them to change your affection and opinion towards him. Not now, not today, not when you still love him for who he is. You squeezed your eyes shut as Victor pulled you closer into the kiss, his lips so soft and warm and welcoming that you wished you could just kiss them for so much longer.

It was a bit shameful to admit that you were starting to run out of breath, which made you pull away from the kiss, leaving you wanting for more. You looked up to see Victor panting, a smile starting to form on his face.

The rain started to die down a little as you inched closer towards him and into his embrace, letting him rub circles into your back as you listened to the pounding of his heart.

"I love you so so much," you muttered into his chest while wrapping your arm around his torso.

"Idiot." He pulled back and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, humming as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

"Let's go," you said while standing up, clutching your violin case and stepping out into the rain. Might as well power through this drizzle rather than risking the chance that it might turn to be a heavy storm that will last through the night.

Victor sighed and took off his coat, wrapping it around you. It was a little too big for you but that shouldn't be too big of a problem for now, at least. You wanted to protest and give him back his coat but instead, he pressed another kiss onto your lips and held your hand, leading you into the rain.