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You cramming for a pop quiz? Uh, brushing up on protocols just in case. Just in case Chief Ross suddenly asks you about... "universal precautions which shall be observed to prevent contact with blood and other bodily fluids"?
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serensama · a year ago
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To Release #1
To Release #1
Yoosung needs to let MC go.
Years ago, i had asked the amazing @promiscuous-jalapeno to write a HC for me when I was too scared to write my own and she did an amazing job- tore me right up it did. I asked her shortly thereafter if she minded if I tried to do it and she was kind enough to encourage me. Nearly 4 years and I’ve finally done it. 
Trigger warnings: Character death, mentions of cancer.
This is for my friend, my sister- Susana. I don’t know how to let you go. But one day I will. And one day I will see you again. Rest well until then dear one.
This is for my baby, my puppy Meiko- run free my little one. I know you’ll be waiting for me too. Keep Susana company and keep her safe until we catch up, okay? Good Boy.
-       Yoosung wasn’t an idiot, he knew she thought he was blind to what was happening- but you had to be completely void of brain activity to not notice it.
-       At first there were small differences.
-       The way she wore different clothes, or the way she wore her hair or even her makeup had changed.
-       She was ‘tired’ all the time and stayed late at work.
-       She even had mystery calls she would take away from him in another room, her voice fading in hushed tones as she made sure he would never hear a word she spoke.
-       But it was too late, he already knew.
-       All the signals were there and they were screaming at him even when she had never uttered a word to him.
-       In the extra care she put in her appearance, in the way she would avoid his touch and affection and in the guilt she bore in her eyes as she would look his way whenever she thought he didn’t notice.
-       He did notice. He always did.
-       Yoosung was hurt that after all they had been through, that she would treat him that way- omission was a type of lie, a type of betrayal and he thought they had promised never to lie to each other… even over something like this.
-       And yet… yet he was happy.
-       Though he had to be secretive about it; he wasn’t an idiot after all. This was something he had wanted to happen for the longest time. He had never admitted it to MC, but he had wanted this since she walked down the aisle all those years ago.  
-       He wanted nothing more than for MC to pregnant.
-       Yoosung chuckled to himself as he pretended not to hear his wife struggling in the bathroom with another bout of morning sickness. She had been trying so hard to make sure he never heard her, even going to the lengths of turning on the shower to mask any noise.
-       Readjusting himself on the couch with his morning newspaper, he waited patiently for MC to eventually patter out. He couldn’t believe himself, right at the start of all things where he was half convinced that she was cheating on him. Who could blame him for thinking about it, even for a second? MC had this power of drawing people to her and making everyone feel special- how could he even blame this possible other person for falling in love with her? Hadn’t he? Hell, he was sure almost everyone in the RFA was at some point in love with her.
He had even spoken to Saeyoung about it and was rewarded with nothing but snorts and an index finger pointed at him in derision.
“As if she would e-hahahaa, s-sorry sorry, ever cheat on you man. For someone so clever you really are dumb,” he said to him through peals of laughter. “MC would rather die than do something like that you. Why would you even think that? Why would you be talking to me rather than her? Dude, use your head it’s something else.”
“What do you know that I don’t?”
“I don’t know anything like that. All I do know is that MC is my best friend- don’t look at me like that, you’re my best friend too- and she is not a cheater. She’s probably just trying something different. Shaking things up y’know? I dunno maybe she’s feeling like she wants to change her style, maybe someone was mean to her at work and she wants to put them in her place with her makeup or hair? Maybe she’s working late because there are new deadlines she has to do and she comes home exhausted because she is in fact, exhausted. Or who knows, maybe she’s pregnant!”
-       He knew his friend had thrown that in for laughs or absurdity but it was anything but that for Yoosung. Maybe… maybe she was. All the signs were there. Wearing new clothes that were just that little bit bigger to hide her stomach, she looked amazing with her shorter hair and immaculate makeup, she didn’t want him to touch her that much and definitely not her stomach…of course.
-       Of course she was pregnant.
-       Cheating indeed. Maybe he was an idiot. MC would never do that to him.
-       Yoosung heard the sound of a flush and MC washing her hands as she attempted to clear her throat as inconspicuously as she could. She came out looking a bit pale but nonetheless as beautiful as she had ever been, her eyes lighting up when they found him on sofa.
-       “Morning honey,” she started, her voice raspy with the strain her throat was recently put under. He smiled up to her, silently praying today would be the day she would end this months’ long charade. “Did you already have breakfast? I can make something up for you if you’d like?”
“Won’t you be joining me?” he replied, folding his paper up and setting it aside, large blue eyes observing her every minute movement and expression. He watched as MC paused for a moment, her mind visibly racing for a quick reason to give him for her loss of appetite. “I mean- isn’t breakfast the most important meal of the day?”
“O-of course! I’m not really hungry though so maybe I’ll make myself some toast or maybe have a cup of coffee-”
“Is that really going to be enough?”
“What do you mean? I just told you I wasn’t very hungry-”
“Is that enough for the both of you?”
-       MC’s already pale face drained of all colour.
-       “What… Yoosung you’re not making sense.”
-       He stood up and walked towards his frozen wife and massaged his hands up and down her arms in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. “It’s okay MC, you don’t need to keep this up. I know. I know what you’ve been keeping from me.”
-       MC took a step back and took in a shuddering breath, her hand reaching of a nearby dining chair to steady her. Yoosung held onto her as her eyes widened and her whole body trembled, before completely slumping down onto the ground. He panicked as he quickly fell to his knees and quickly looked over his wife to see if she had injured herself, asking her if she was alright, if she was in any pain, what was happening-
“How did you find out?” she asked, her eyes looking forward, still and steadfast. Her hands clasped around the chair’s leg, knuckles white and flesh still shaking.
-       Yoosung let his palm glide over her silken hair and smiled kindly at her, waiting patiently for her to shift her attention to him. Slowly her eyes turned to him, round and glassy, irises almost pinpricks. “I’m not blind love.”
-       And then she cried.
-       Tears welled up along the rims of her eyes, sweeping down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. Soon her silence turned to a quiet weeping, Yoosung’s concern rising with her cries. Her haggard breathing turned to wails and in a blink of an eye her fingers were in the front of her t-shirt, twisted and pulling away from her chest- a wild look of desperation etched across her face. She began to rock back and forth ever so slightly as she too took rough and heaving breaths, MC could not hear a thing he was saying to her. Screaming at her. Pleading with her.
-       “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so.. I’m so so so sorry,” she chanted in between sobs, her hands finding purchase upon his forearms, nails biting crescent shaped lines into his skin. He let her leave the marks upon him as he did his best to calm her down from her frantic state. “It’s okay, MC it’s okay. Don’t work yourself up over this. Really it’s fine, I’m just glad that I know now- we can do this together right?” he asked in the most reassuring manner that he could. He hadn’t meant to guilt her into telling him or make her feel bad at all- he just wanted to be a part of it. MC shook her head and fisted her hands in his hair almost painfully as she peered up at him, his heart constricting tighter than he expected at her expression. This was meant to be a happy time, he wanted to be laughing and hugging not… not this… “I’m so sorry I didn’t… I didn’t tell you. I had wanted to do this on my own, until I was 100% sure-”
“We can go to the doctor and do the test-” “I’ve already done all the tests, I’m know already-” “Then you just wanted to pass the three month mark?”
“The what?” she asked, confusion crossing over her features for a second as she digested what he had just said. “The what? The three month what?”
“The first trimester. I know a lot of women don’t want to say anything until it passes in fear of the worst but… why are you looking at me like that?” he paused, staring back at his wife.
-       She had stopped crying. Stopped panicking. Stopped breathing. The strength in her digits all lost as her hands fell away to a dull thud on their carpeted floor beside them. “Yoosung. I’m not pregnant.” He sat back on his haunches and took a breath, just a moment to collect himself and his wayward thoughts. So if she wasn’t pregnant… “Then what, you’re cheating on me?” “W-what?” “If you’re not pregnant and you’re waiting for test results, what for? An STD test? Answer me. What the hell is happening here that you’re not telling me? I deserve to know!”
“I-”
“Tell me MC!” he begged, lunging forward and holding her against him, arms wrapped tightly around her smaller frame to comfort her and release whatever she was withholding from him. He wasn’t lying, he wanted to be in it together with her, whatever it was.
-       “I’m sick, Yoosung.”
-       He felt the air seep from his lungs as those three words echoed throughout the room and within the chambers of his heart.
-       “What do you mean? Like the flu?” he offered after what felt like an eternity of silence between them. Nothing. “MC Please tell me.” “… Cancer.”
-       He was sure the way his arms constricted around her was enough to break her bones but not a sound came from her and he just wanted to hold onto her as tightly as he could, maybe if he held her long enough and hard enough- none of what she said would be true. “But.. but the secrecy… the clothes and hair and… staying late a work… the secret calls? I just… I’m sorry I just don’t understand and-”
-       A small hand cupped the side of his face, her thumb tracing the softness of his cheek. MC lightly pressed on his jaw to tilt his face down to her and she offered the meekest of smiles, not an ounce of mirth to be found in the quirk of her mouth. “I wasn’t feeling well for a while so I went to the doctor a few months ago. After a few tests they found it…” she replied, her fingertips playing at the hair about his ears. “They told me that it was a good prognosis. That with some meds I would be fine, we caught it early enough. The meds left me tired and made me put on weight around my middle- I didn’t want you to touch me and ask me about it because I didn’t want you to worry. I’ve been wearing looser clothes to hide it, wearing more makeup because I’ve looked like shit… my hair started to thin so I cut it so it looked fuller so you couldn’t notice… all those times I stayed late at work I was seeing my oncologist and those phone calls was him… and I… I’m so so sorry Yoosung.”
-       Oncologist. It was real. Everything she was saying was real and she wasn’t pregnant. She wasn’t cheating. She was fighting for her life and she was doing it all alone and she was apologising to him. Of all the ludicrous things to do.
-       “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, voice tinged with pain as he tried his best not to cry, he wouldn’t cry, not yet.  MC shifted in his arms and sat back forcing herself to look him in the eye now that everything was out in the open. “Because I didn’t want to scare you, I thought I was strong enough to get through this without worrying you. They told me it was okay,” she responded pathetically with a shrug of her shoulders. “I thought it was okay. I thought I was going to be okay,” she whispered into her chest, her eyes fluttering closed as she took in another shaky breath.
-       This was too much. Everything she had said up to that point was teetering on the edge of ‘okay’… not that though.
“What do you mean… was?” “MC.” “What do you… answer me, don’t hold back now, why is it was?”
He looked on as she squeezed her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose to will the tears to not come back. Her hand was still shaking. “He called again last night. I… it’s not good. It’s spread. It’s… I’m… there’s nothing they can-”
“No.”
“Yoosung-” “No.” “Please-” “No! NO! You do not get to finish that sentence. You will not finish that sentence. There is always something, we will find something. Saeyoung might be able to help research… maybe Jumin has a client with some experimental drugs or… don’t look at me like that!”
“Like what?” “Like you’re okay with this!” he yelled as he stood up and started pacing the room. Suddenly he had too much energy, too many thoughts and he could scarcely keep up.
“I’m not okay with this Yoosung,” she said, eyes sad, body shrinking into herself, blocking him again. “That’s why I was fighting this so hard.”
“Stop saying that.”
“What?”
“Was. Stop saying was. We’re not done yet. You’re not gone. Stop saying it.”
-       MC opened her mouth to response but thought better of it. It wasn’t fair of her to ask him to accept it all at once not when he had to find out that way, so late… near the end of all things. “Okay. I’ll stop saying it.”
-       Yoosung nodded and sat back down, scooping her back into his arms and rested his cheek against the top of her head and just breathed in her scent. They sat there for hours as she recounted everything, letting her finally cry as she let him back in, together once more and trying to make a plan of what was to come; even when Yoosung could tell she was just agreeing to whatever he said to keep him from breaking down… he just held her tighter.
-       She had fallen asleep sitting on his lap, face buried in the side of his neck with his fingers running through her hair. Yoosung bit on his lip to silence his grunts of discomfort as he moved them both off the floor and onto the bed. She murmured in her sleep, dreaming soundly as she always did but he found no rest, no comfort. He counted each breath she took in and tried to find solace in every rise of her chest.
-       “Keep your pants on, I’m coming,” Saeyoung said with a long yawn. He dawdled towards his camera monitors to see if it was Saeran pounding at the front door because he had forgotten his keys for the third time that week, but after seeing a familiar brush of blonde hair instead bracing himself against his front door frame, he picked up his pace. Yoosung was always one to call before popping in and for him to come there with no prior warning and so late in the night, he knew something wasn’t right. He opened the door and was about to crack some smart ass comment when the sounds of a pained groan made him pause. Arms were thrown around him as the younger male threw himself at him, his smaller form convulsing, racked with deep gut wrenching gasps. He didn’t even need to ask. It was about MC, it always was. “She’s- she’s… I can’t lose her Hyung, not yet. I can’t.”
-       When MC woke her husband had a tray of food in his hands and what looked like a freshly picked vase of flowers to accompany her meal. He wasn’t ready for what was thrown his way yesterday but some greater power allowed him to have another day with her and he was going to make sure each second meant something; to either give her the strength to fight for more moments or gift her with memories she could have to depart with a smile on her face. He would give her this. He would give them this.
-       Yoosung rapidly understood why she had not told him in the past, why she had shouldered this all on her own. Sitting in the doctor’s office was jarring; it was cold and sterile no matter how many personal touches he had added to the room, it was still felt like a chamber of death. Dramatic? Maybe, but with the words that fell from his thin, pale lips he may as well have been carrying a scythe and hourglass. “I’m so sorry, I wish there was more we could do but at this stage the prognosis is the same. You may only have the next 6-8 months to live.”
-       The drive home was a blur, how he managed to get them back was a miracle as he didn’t even remember starting the car. All thought left him the second her fingers intertwined with his and she gave him a smile.
-       He lay in the bed that night, MC quietly snoring, her limbs thrown haphazardly onto him- her lips moving as if she spoke to someone in her dream. She gave a quick snort and another smile spread across her face.
-       How many more of these smiles will I have. How many more until it’s her last?
-       She grew weaker, quickly, frighteningly so. Her symptoms so severe he would find her clinging to the toilet for support, tears flowing from her eyes and hair plastered to her sweat slicked forehead. Eating was a struggle. She even muttered that blinking hurt in her sleep.
-       Still, she smiled, she smiled for him.
-       Her resilience, her heart, her ability to still shield him from the worst- he couldn’t believe her fortitude and mental strength, her absolute undying love for him.
-       So he did what he could for her, he would always smile back.
-       Even if it broke him.
-       Seven months and 8 days since they sat in the doctor’s office together, he came back from the market with all her favourite foods. It was so hard to get her to eat lately, only the most enticing of food would get her to open up her mouth for a bite or two. He would never complain though, he loved to make her food even if almost all of it couldn’t be eaten. He was happy just to be able to take care of her. How many more meals were left to share?
-       He had moved towards their bedroom when he heard MC’s voice, still sweet as ever but softer and coloured with such fragility that sometimes even her saying good morning to him was enough for him to have to turn away from her for a second to recollect himself for her.
-       Yoosung stopped, his hand on the door handle, not wanting to intrude if MC was on a call. She had been on quite a few recently- she hadn’t wanted to see her friends anymore, she hadn’t the energy to even try. He strained his ears to listen in to see who she was speaking to; she spoke a lot of Saeyoung of course but Jaehee had called more often and even Jumin would call her late at night when he knew she was up because she was in so much pain she couldn’t sleep. However there was no voice replying to her, only hers. Perhaps she was dreaming?
-       Yoosung slowly eased the door open and peered through the slight crack to find his wife sitting up on the bed with her phone on a tripod in front of her. She was recording herself- “- and I can never thank you enough for everything Yoosung.”
Recording herself for him. Recording her goodbye.
“I am still trying to forgive myself for not telling you sooner and I hope one day you will understand why I did what I did, as misguided as it was. I wanted to spare you the pain if I could. The worry. Maybe I was just scared and if I told you it would make it real. Pills and feeling sick didn’t make it real. Your fear and your tears… that… that made it real. I’m sorry. I know you’ll be looked after, everyone in the RFA has promised me they would. Jaehee said she’d come and look after the plants. Zen said he’d make sure that you’d stay healthy. Saeyoung and Saeran promised that you’d have some fun once in a while and Jumin and V would help you with the clinic and anything else you need. You are not alone my love, even if I’m… when I’m gone… you are not alone.”
She paused as she had lost her breath and her body shook with fatigue as she tried her best to regain herself. “I will always be with you and I want you to be happy you got that? I always want you to be happy. Let me leave this life knowing that I left you happy.”
-       He opened the door fully and MC whipped her head towards her husband, shock fading away as she flashed him a soft smile that reached her eyes, twinkling with unshed tears.
-       One more meal. Twenty three more smiles. And one more from him.
-       And she left.
-       With one last smile he could not return.
-       In time he knew he would be able to watch that video. In time he knew that he could smile again, but for now, he held her tighter and let himself finally, truly, cry.
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wanjeokhaeseo · 3 years ago
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loving you = i. 💘
group: day6
memeber: young k
genre: really really angsty to fluff LOL I cannot do sad endings soz
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dedicated to  b r i a n for bias wrecking me on this beautiful day…sorry chicken boi :”) really love his work and his cuteness HAHAHAA i hope you keep it up man <3333 thank you for touching me w your hard work and talent !!
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Younghyun licked his tongue against the two cheeky dents in the inner part of his wet, swelled gums as they started to sear with pain yet again. It was always a habit of his-ever since young, he had been taught by his parents that saliva was the world’s best medicine. With tired footsteps, he gave the small scanner on the fare gate a brief swipe before ghosting through, feeling the weight of the world weigh down on his slumped, fatigued shoulders.
It was a cold morning, the quilt of grey clouds filling the air with beautiful, solemn curves-largely resembling the weather that he had seen in London. Younghyun had always liked stormy weather. It signified a good day to huddle up in his room and write songs, whilst maybe doing some freestyle now and there to move his bones…
Instead of doing all of that which he could only bitterly dream of, he was forced onto this stupid train to go to an even more stupid party.
He closed his eyes briefly, only daring to release just a smidge of his pent up feelings into the air through a pathetic little sigh. Younghyun wasn’t one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, either, unlike the stupid friend, Jae who had invited him to the party.
“Jeez, Brian, go make some friends.” he had declared in his throaty American accent, “I know you don’t like to socialise, but you write all those cheesy love songs in your room without having any damn experience?”
Okay, yeah, the last line was sort of a joke, but it also sort of hurt.
Jae was his only other friend, Dowoon, Sungjin, Wonpil and Terry aside.
Did Younghyun have a choice?
Recalling the incident stirred up an almost laughable, petty anger in a part of Younghyun as he felt his eyebrows arch, wanting to rip apart his leather jacket and neatly striped T-shirt. Socialising was most probably the reason he didn’t have friends. Knowing himself, he’d probably just sit in a corner of the party with snacks and start listening to a mixtape or something.
As the chugging of the train ran against his ear noisily, louder and prominent with each step, subsequently following up with the rushing in of the big, white vehicle and displaying fleeting blurs of businessmen in deep conversation, Younghyun took a long, obnoxious breath to pace himself.
Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad.
At the very least, it would have food.
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The faint sounds of the old piano tapped onto Younghyun’s senses gently, repeating itself and slowly, weaving into a melody of a lost, foreign cry. He could feel his heart begin to smoothen out as ease washed over his back like a dripping waterfall, dilapidating the building of pent up anxiety in him while his back leaned unceremoniously against the cold subway wall.
Music had always been his best companion. As the track from earlier faded into an electro, yet somehow inconsistent, hesitant EDM, Younghyun imagined the cute, petty problems of a teenage girl, stumbling and shy around her crush. From there on, one big story proceeded to unfold and play in front of his eyes, as he started losing consciousness in the real world and dropping deep into the embrace of the imaginary yet tangible.
While the track escalated to a more lively rhythm then onwards, Younghyun couldn’t help but think-why were people so hard to understand?
The scores scattered across his piano stand, the unfinished tracks still stored away safely on his laptop, the melody still hovering over his head steadily and soothingly…they were there for him, when no one else ever would be.
As soon as the story stacking up like building blocks in his head was about to reach its climax, the half built tragedy was instantly destroyed by the rude cutting in of xylophone sounds.
Younghyun’s eyes shot open a little too vigorously as he answered the phone with another kind of petty fury in his heart. Before he knew it, the beautiful scene of cherry blossom trees swaying softly under the two characters had vanished without a trace, instead bringing back the cold winter air and the cacophony of the chatty adults on the train, complaining about how spoilt the younger generation was.
He could feel his eyes rise to his head as he released another helpless, annoyed sigh from his peeling lips.
The stupid iPhone ringtone was perhaps, the only kind of music he would ever loathe.
“Hello?” he grunted, trying to mask as much of his dissatisfaction as possible as he clutched his hand to his chin.
“Yoooooo, Brian, my man, what’s taking so long?” a hearty scream pierced Younghyun’s poor, dying eardrums amidst his earlier, more gentle monotone, and if it wasn’t for the already irritant stares from the grown ups, he definitely would have shouted back.
“Hmm, I don’t know man, you being annoying and embarrassing me in public?” he hissed, settling for a curt retort as his mouth got as close to the mic as he could.
“Oh come on, you know I’m your best friend.” Younghyun could already visualise the pout forming onto Jae’s lips as his tone dipped at the end slightly, and inside, he snickered instinctively-he knew that Jae was holding back his sarcastic replies for the sole reason of getting him to come to the party.
“Nah, you’re not my best friend, you’re a loser.” he smirked, thoroughly basking in the triumph of having the upper hand over someone who’d always win at sass fights.
Younghyun couldn’t help but laugh as Jae proceeded to say, “I’m done with being nice to you, bigger loser. I heard the announcer lady, you’re here already. See you in 5 minutes, or square up.” Spontaneously, the phone hung up, without bothering to let his last sentence linger slowly in the air-it was just Jae’s kind of humour, quick and satirical, which all his friends would use to either tease each other or fire it back at him.
At the coincidental thought of his friends, Younghyun felt his lips lift slowly as the phone interface vanished to reveal his lockscreen of a selfie his friends had took with him, during that once when he had climbed on top of the fence, fell and smashed his head into the ground while he was drunk.
He loved his friends a lot.
At that thought, a strange hollowness followed up into his heart, and he couldn’t help but sigh again as he dragged his muddy shoes out of the flooring of the subway, into the scary unknown of the public.
The party was a place for social butterflies.
There was no way that anyone else at that place could love someone as uninteresting and unsociable as him.
While he started weaving his way through the crowd waiting to swallow him up, inwardly emotionless and stale without the support of music nor friends-the track that had followed up from his call, was painfully the voice of his own, fighting against the voice in his heart with a stinging irony.
It was a self composed song, I Like You, and right now, Younghyun didn’t like himself much.
i love him sm ;;; to be honest I doubt thats who he is irl bcos he’s such an open and friendly person and he’s also a very annoying and interesting person HAHAHA for the insecure part I wouldn’t know but dang,,,he definitely isn’t unsociable LOL he’s so annoying ngl >:( stan talent stan day6 yalls !!! side note young k really is a very talented and hardworking person, I’m so proud of how far he has gone !!!!
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wannawrite · 3 years ago
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loving you = i. 💘
group: day6
memeber: young k 
genre: really really angsty to fluff LOL I cannot do sad endings soz
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
dedicated to  b r i a n for bias wrecking me on this beautiful day...sorry chicken boi :”) really love his work and his cuteness HAHAHAA i hope you keep it up man <3333 thank you for touching me w your hard work and talent !!
____________________________________________
Younghyun licked his tongue against the two cheeky dents in the inner part of his wet, swelled gums as they started to sear with pain yet again. It was always a habit of his-ever since young, he had been taught by his parents that saliva was the world’s best medicine. With tired footsteps, he gave the small scanner on the fare gate a brief swipe before ghosting through, feeling the weight of the world weigh down on his slumped, fatigued shoulders.
It was a cold morning, the quilt of grey clouds filling the air with beautiful, solemn curves-largely resembling the weather that he had seen in London. Younghyun had always liked stormy weather. It signified a good day to huddle up in his room and write songs, whilst maybe doing some freestyle now and there to move his bones...
Instead of doing all of that which he could only bitterly dream of, he was forced onto this stupid train to go to an even more stupid party.
He closed his eyes briefly, only daring to release just a smidge of his pent up feelings into the air through a pathetic little sigh. Younghyun wasn’t one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, either, unlike the stupid friend, Jae who had invited him to the party. 
“Jeez, Brian, go make some friends.” he had declared in his throaty American accent, “I know you don’t like to socialise, but you write all those cheesy love songs in your room without having any damn experience?” 
Okay, yeah, the last line was sort of a joke, but it also sort of hurt. 
Jae was his only other friend, Dowoon, Sungjin, Wonpil and Terry aside. 
Did Younghyun have a choice?
Recalling the incident stirred up an almost laughable, petty anger in a part of Younghyun as he felt his eyebrows arch, wanting to rip apart his leather jacket and neatly striped T-shirt. Socialising was most probably the reason he didn’t have friends. Knowing himself, he’d probably just sit in a corner of the party with snacks and start listening to a mixtape or something. 
As the chugging of the train ran against his ear noisily, louder and prominent with each step, subsequently following up with the rushing in of the big, white vehicle and displaying fleeting blurs of businessmen in deep conversation, Younghyun took a long, obnoxious breath to pace himself.
Maybe this party wouldn't be so bad.
At the very least, it would have food.
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The faint sounds of the old piano tapped onto Younghyun’s senses gently, repeating itself and slowly, weaving into a melody of a lost, foreign cry. He could feel his heart begin to smoothen out as ease washed over his back like a dripping waterfall, dilapidating the building of pent up anxiety in him while his back leaned unceremoniously against the cold subway wall.
Music had always been his best companion. As the track from earlier faded into an electro, yet somehow inconsistent, hesitant EDM, Younghyun imagined the cute, petty problems of a teenage girl, stumbling and shy around her crush. From there on, one big story proceeded to unfold and play in front of his eyes, as he started losing consciousness in the real world and dropping deep into the embrace of the imaginary yet tangible.
While the track escalated to a more lively rhythm then onwards, Younghyun couldn’t help but think-why were people so hard to understand? 
The scores scattered across his piano stand, the unfinished tracks still stored away safely on his laptop, the melody still hovering over his head steadily and soothingly...they were there for him, when no one else ever would be. 
As soon as the story stacking up like building blocks in his head was about to reach its climax, the half built tragedy was instantly destroyed by the rude cutting in of xylophone sounds. 
Younghyun’s eyes shot open a little too vigorously as he answered the phone with another kind of petty fury in his heart. Before he knew it, the beautiful scene of cherry blossom trees swaying softly under the two characters had vanished without a trace, instead bringing back the cold winter air and the cacophony of the chatty adults on the train, complaining about how spoilt the younger generation was.
He could feel his eyes rise to his head as he released another helpless, annoyed sigh from his peeling lips.
The stupid iPhone ringtone was perhaps, the only kind of music he would ever loathe.
“Hello?” he grunted, trying to mask as much of his dissatisfaction as possible as he clutched his hand to his chin.
“Yoooooo, Brian, my man, what’s taking so long?” a hearty scream pierced Younghyun’s poor, dying eardrums amidst his earlier, more gentle monotone, and if it wasn’t for the already irritant stares from the grown ups, he definitely would have shouted back.
“Hmm, I don’t know man, you being annoying and embarrassing me in public?” he hissed, settling for a curt retort as his mouth got as close to the mic as he could.
“Oh come on, you know I’m your best friend.” Younghyun could already visualise the pout forming onto Jae’s lips as his tone dipped at the end slightly, and inside, he snickered instinctively-he knew that Jae was holding back his sarcastic replies for the sole reason of getting him to come to the party. 
“Nah, you’re not my best friend, you’re a loser.” he smirked, thoroughly basking in the triumph of having the upper hand over someone who’d always win at sass fights.
Younghyun couldn’t help but laugh as Jae proceeded to say, “I’m done with being nice to you, bigger loser. I heard the announcer lady, you’re here already. See you in 5 minutes, or square up.” Spontaneously, the phone hung up, without bothering to let his last sentence linger slowly in the air-it was just Jae’s kind of humour, quick and satirical, which all his friends would use to either tease each other or fire it back at him. 
At the coincidental thought of his friends, Younghyun felt his lips lift slowly as the phone interface vanished to reveal his lockscreen of a selfie his friends had took with him, during that once when he had climbed on top of the fence, fell and smashed his head into the ground while he was drunk. 
He loved his friends a lot.
At that thought, a strange hollowness followed up into his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh again as he dragged his muddy shoes out of the flooring of the subway, into the scary unknown of the public.
The party was a place for social butterflies.
There was no way that anyone else at that place could love someone as uninteresting and unsociable as him.
While he started weaving his way through the crowd waiting to swallow him up, inwardly emotionless and stale without the support of music nor friends-the track that had followed up from his call, was painfully the voice of his own, fighting against the voice in his heart with a stinging irony.
It was a self composed song, I Like You, and right now, Younghyun didn’t like himself much.
i love him sm ;;; to be honest I doubt thats who he is irl bcos he's such an open and friendly person and he's also a very annoying and interesting person HAHAHA for the insecure part I wouldn't know but dang,,,he definitely isn't unsociable LOL he's so annoying ngl >:( stan talent stan day6 yalls !!! side note young k really is a very talented and hardworking person, I'm so proud of how far he has gone !!!!
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otomiya-tickles · 3 years ago
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The Banquet [Victuuri]
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A/N: Yuri On Ice (Victor/Yuuri) - all sentences….  - Challengeeee accepted, here I go. The final Yuri On Ice prompt from the list, and damn I had quite a few. All sentences I had to use in this fic can be found here btw^^~ did I do well? *wags non-existent tail* nah this actually sucked pretty bad hahahaa. 
Summary: My take on the Yuri on Ice banquet that sparked Vitya’s interest in our precious Katsudon. Something that lives on in Victor’s memory but not in Yuuri’s. Help! This anon is savage btw.
Word Count: 4465 
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What a party. This had to be one of the most unexpected and weirdest evenings in Victor’s entire life, and that said a lot. A banquet party he did not look forward to. A certain Japanese getting drunk and introducing a dance-off. Not just a dance-off. Something that resulted in a pole-dance-off. Without clothes.
Anyone would think he was kidding. But he was not. The Japanese top figure skater had done all the possible things to draw his attention that evening. 
Invite him to dance. Beat Yuri Plisetsky with a dance-off and pissing him off (hilarious). Ask him to be his.. coach? By now, almost everyone at the party had gathered at the side of the big hall, leaving said guilty Japanese, Yuuri, alone in the middle, hanging upside down onto the pole. Victor sighed and approached him.
“Mr. Katsuki...” Did you call someone that after dancing like that together, after having him basically hump against you, andー okay okay. 
“I mean. Yuuri. Come on. The eh, dance-off is over now,” Victor said. He barely had any drinks himself, he had stopped after his 2nd champaign just so he could witness this remarkable man turn the party upside down and yep that was quite a show.
The young guy who was hanging upside down like a flexible monkey shook his head and burped before he replied (loool).
“No - hiccup~ I’m good.” Victor stared at his legs that were so strong and surprisingly muscled, to keep that with-alcohol-filled body steady in that monkey-position. 
“Come on! Don’t make me come get you,” he tried. He raised his arms and tried to grab Yuuri, his hand reaching for his waist so he could support him while trying to pry him off, but Yuuri twitched heavily and clinged onto the pole for his dear life, laughing out loud suddenly.
“Nohoho! Don’t tickle meee~” Yuuri whined. Tickle him? Victor frowned. Did that touch just now..? He stared at his hand and cocked his head. He then pulled back his hand carefully.
“Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything. I just want to help you.. relax.” Victor sighed. He wasn’t sure what was a better thing to say in a weird situation like this. He had to take Yuuri off the pole before he’d actually hurt himself. Not that he really believed that he didn’t have any talent or strength, after witnessing his poledancing skills (where the hell did he learn all that). But still, alcohol could do its nasty things. 
And Yuuri was already blurting out random things such as suspicions of Victor tickling him, of all things, so who knew when he might suddenly drop down. 
“Chris,” Victor called out at fellow poledancer. Chris had also gone naked during the dance (he in fact started the whole stripping thing), and worst of all was that this man wasn’t even tipsy. He didn’t need that to strip and dance like a porn star.   
“Yeah? You called for backup?” Chris joined him - fully dressed again thank god - and looked at Yuuri who was still balancing himself upsiiide downnn. 
“Yes, help me with him please.” Chris made a gay twirl and giggled. Okay, maybe he was tipsy right now.
“Good good. What’s in it for me? BUUURP.” Okay, not tipsy, but drunk. Victor rolled his eyes. Hopeless men. 
“The pole will be free for you to use if we get this guy off. Come help me.” It was still worth a try! 
Victor stepped forward, reached up and held Yuuri by his middle. He signaled that Chris had to grab him as well, but the moment he moved his hand, Yuuri however immediately flailed one arm and hit him right in the face, laughing randomly again.
“Nohohoh tihickling!” he cried. 
“Ow!” Victor grabbed at his stinging nose, and Chris laughed loudly at him, holding up his hands in defense as he backed away from Victor and the dangerous Japanese drunk.
“Riiiiight. Sorry, can’t help you! I suggest we run.” And that he did. Damn traitor ran away, joining the others who had all abandoned poor Yuuri. A little while ago Yuuri was the center of attention, but now... 
“Come on Chris. Are you scared? You can’t leave me like this!” Victor called out after him, but Chris was already too far away to hear him. Alriiight, useless drunk people. He sighed and turned back towards Yuuri.
“Yuuri,” Victor said, feeling strange to say his name like this, as if they knew each other really well. He blushed and thought of the one moment during the dance-off when he held him in his arms... Before shit went down. 
He extended his hand. Yuuri looked at him, face bright red from probably both the alcohol and from hanging upside down like that. 
“Come down. I... won’t tickle you.” Now that must have been an even crazier thing to say than Yuuri blurting out that he had to be his coach if he won the dance-off (which he obviously did), but hey, it worked. Yuuri smiled and he responded by grabbing his hand. Victor pulled and wrapped an arm steadily around his middle, careful not to touch him in any other way with his hands. 
Yuuri’s socked feet were reunited with the floor, and Victor was happy to drag him away from the pole, along with his clothes that had been folded over his arm since he gathered those earlier after the dance-off finished. And his glasses, which he had to pick up from the floor somewhere, in his pocket.
“Let’s get you dressed,” he said, pulling Yuuri along by holding his necktie, which was the only piece of clothing besides his underwear (thank god) that survived the wild dance-off. 
Yuuri was a fun drunk, he had experienced earlier, but also very wild, active and annoying, by how he tried to drag Victor with him towards every little thing that got his attention on their way, like a leashed dog that had to be pulled away. 
“Not that way, Yuuri! Sorry sorry~” Victor apologized to the people who looked way too shocked and grossed out at Yuuri who reached for them with grabby hands for whatever reason. 
There was a crowd surrounding the bathrooms, so Victor took Yuuri further away from the crowded corridors until he found an abandoned room that looked like an infirmary. 
The door was already open, so he pushed Yuuri inside and closed the door behind them. Yuuri, who had followed him like an obedient dog for the last part because he had been a bit dreamy during their walk suddenly looked up, his eyes squinting.
“Hey? Where’s this? That’s against the rules. I’d call this kidnapping if you won’t let me go right now,” he said in a funny voice. Victor just laughed and pushed Yuuri towards the bed and threw his stuff at him. He then took a step closer, put his glasses on his face and smiled. 
“Get dressed,” he ordered, even though he did not dislike the sight of Yuuri’s naked body. Throb. Bad Victor. He quickly took a step back again and Yuuri began to swing around.
“Get dreeeessed, Vichahhh,” Yuuri copied him, and Victor laughed when he began to try to put his pants on. 
“Of couuurse I get dressed - BUT, why don’t we first...?” Yuuri fell off the bed before he could finish his sentence, and Victor was never going to hear the end of it, even though he was very curious to hear what he was about to say.
“What were you saying?” he tried, rushing over towards the drunk Japanese on the floor. Yuuri threw his head back and moaned.
“Owwwww~” he whined. Ha, and this was a top figure skater? What a cutie. 
“Ah Yuuri come on. It’s just a scratch. Get up now,” Victor said, though he was surprised when he saw Yuuri’s bruised legs up close now. They had scars and bruises all over them that were obviously not from that little fall just now. This guy did a looot of training it seemed.   
“Nahhh it hurts. Let’s play doctor. I’m a very good patient,” Yuuri babbled. Victor blushed. Oh if only he knew how wrong that sounded and what it did to him.
“Yuuri, get up. I will not repeat what I just said, again.” He didn’t have to. Yuuri wrapped his arms around Victor’s neck, and he blushed even worse. 
What the... Anyways, with Yuuri clinging onto him now he could easily stand up and drag him with him, so he could position him back on the infirmary bed. He then began to help Yuuri put his pants on as if he was his parent, but Yuuri’s first reaction was to struggle heavily and laugh again.
“HAha noooo! I said nooo!” He cried. Victor was quick enough to dodge his flailing arm this time, but then Yuuri’s leg came into the game and whack - ouch did Victor’s face again. 
“Yuuri!” He grabbed his ankle and pressed his leg down, uselessly trying to lecture this drunk child. With his other hand he grabbed his arm and held him firmly. Yuuri calmed down instantly and stared at Victor’s hand that was holding his arm, and he just smiled. Victor did not mean to blush at that but oh there he went again. 
“It’s okay. You can touch me here, it isn’t ticklish,” Yuuri said, and he put his own hand over Victor’s. Victor froze.
“Eh...” Yuuri then took his hand and stared at him with passion as if he was going to propose. 
“Vichahhh~ Since I won the dance-off, won’t you be my coach?” he said again. Well, that came actually pretty close to what sounded like a proposal. Victor tried to answer, but Yuuri then smooched his hand and a laugh slipped from his lips in surprise. That kiss was as wet and long as a hand-kiss could be. And was that.... tongue?
“Hey - Did you just…? Stop that!” Victor laughed and pulled his hand out of Yuuri’s grip, with a little bit of too much enthusiasm since Yuuri fell backwards on the mattress.
“I licked it.” Yuuri said this a few times,  giggle sheepishly. Victor facepalmed. Oh oh oh, normal people would probably just want to leave a crazy drunk like this alone, like everyone had done earlier. 
Not him. He couldn’t help but care for Yuuri. He felt bad when no one helped him, when people were just laughing, pointing and judging. He wouldn’t want to be left like that when he’d ever turn out that bad at a party. Ha, unlikely.
“Here, come on. Put it on. We should head back to the party,” he said, hitting the giggling guy playfully with his pants that still hadn’t been put on after all this time. Better said: Victor had to go back to the party and Yuuri had to go to bed after he had gotten dressed again. Not that he was going to help him with that. 
“Yuuri.. Did I stutter?” He reached out to help him again but Yuuri already flinched and giggled.
“Nohoho!” he said adorably. Victor rolled his eyes. He didn’t even touch him! He had seriously never met someone as ticklish as Yuuri and he just ー
“GYaahaha nooooo!” Yuuri laughed when Victor this time just pushed Yuuri over and tickled his bare side with a clawing hand, on purpose.
“I wasn’t even tickling you. This is what real tickling is, so get over it and put those clothes on. For me, okay?” Victor asked. How weird that may sound, and when Yuuri’s reaction turned out to be pretty satisfying he added his other hand as well. 
“I - ahaaha wahahait nooo!” He then paused and rested his hand flat against Yuuri’s side. 
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll help you get dressed, you behave, and I won’t tickle you. Deal?” Victor said. Yuuri blushed and blinked his eyes. He even frowned a little as he processed all that. Which took a little too long for Victor’s patience and throbbing heart.
“Oh? You want me to tickle you that badly? I said, deal?” To throw him off the little concentration he had, he already tickled him a little more, and Yuuri gasped.
“…No. I mean yes! I m-mean, I mean - aaaa!” he cried when Victor squeezed his side, his hand still resting there as a warning. Victor laughed.
“Good!” Well, they had sort of a deal. But... Helping Yuuri put on his pants was a disaster for both drunk and ticklish reasons in general (Yuuri laughing and kicking and failing to dress himself on his own). So, Victor started by trying to help him put on his blouse. Yuuri was too drunk to button up, so Victor helped him with that. 
It was cute how much Yuuri tried to control himself. He was as tense as he could be, giggling like a child and squirming a little because even buttoning up tickled him.
“I-it tickles! This is not what we agreed on!” he chirped adorably, and Victor just chuckled and shook his head. 
“I’m not tickling you. You’re just too ticklish,” Victor sighed, shaking his head fondly while he continued to button him up. 
“A-ahaha am not,” Yuuri protested. Victor looked up at him and smirked.
“Liar liar pants on fire!” he teased, and he instantly squeezed both Yuuri’s sides, making him squeak and fall back down again.
“Eyaahaha! W-wait nooo!” Yuuri arched his back, and the blouse that had been buttoned up halfway revealed his bare tummy as he did. 
“Well that looks promising!” Victor laughed, swinging one leg over Yuuri so he could straddle him, and he tickled him with both hands.
“I - ahahahah noooo! Y-you said nohoho tickliiiing!” he chirped through hysterical giggles. Victor just wiggled his fingers all over the bare skin of Yuuri’s stomach and sides. He poked Yuuri’s nose with his own and grinned. Being this up close he could easily see the tears in Yuuri’s eyes from that laughing fit just now, and his cute rose colored cheeks.
“Stohooohop!” he cackled. Yuuri was writhing under him, and Victor kind of lost his objective and just enjoyed the way this guy could giggle so loudly while he was just poking his side with one finger. Or how Yuuri would flinch and jump when he simply fluttered his fingers right above his bare tummy, not even touching him.
“Vi-Vihyaahaha! Victor! Dohohon’t be sadistihiic!” Yuuri gasped, making Victor blush at the realization that no matter how drunk, Yuuri still knew who he was and called him by his name like that...
“Heh. I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer!” Victor teased. It didn’t even matter actually. Yuuri would laugh anyway, no matter if the intention was to tickle him or not. At one point he even just put his hand flat on Yuuri’s tummy and he’d still giggle.
Most fun was to just scribble the flesh of his sides and tummy very lightly and watch him squirm and spasm adorably. Victor laughed along with him, and he wiggled his fingers up, under the blouse he had buttoned up with so much effort. 
“Not there! Nonono!” Yuuri whispered breathlessly when Victor traced his bare ribs teasingly. Victor cocked his head.
“You prefer... here then?” Instead of his ribs, he tickled his armpits, and Yuuri squeaked and threw his hips up. Victor felt his cheeks burn when he realized what their position must’ve looked like.
“Victahahaa nooo I’m b-bahaad at tickle fights!” Yuuri whined, more giggles flowing out of him like music. 
“You can’t even call that a tickle fight,” Victor taunted, continuing this indeed quite one-sided attack, even though he could admit that while Yuuri’s body was under attack right now, it was his own heart that got the counter attack.
“S-stahahap!” Yuuri squeaked. Victor felt like dreaming when he stared at his expressions as if enchanted. 
He couldn’t help it.
Maybe it was the 2nd champaign. Maybe it was because Yuuri’s drunkness was contagious. Or maybe it was just this unbelievably cute guy intriguing him: Victor leaned in and stole a kiss.
His lips brushed along Yuuri’s dry ones, and he felt Yuuri’s tongue immediately respond. Wow. His fingers that were still curled on Yuuri’s sides as to tickle him now steadied their grip, and he pulled him closer. His eyes fluttered open and he noticed Yuuri’s eyes were also open wide.
His breath hitched, but still, their tongues kept their contact, as did their eyes. His heart was racing. This was bad.. This was really bad and ー
“Hey, the light is on here. The door is open.” Voices outside, and Victor didn’t know how fast he had to react to not get caught in this crazy set-up: Yuuri without clothes, him, Victor Nikiforov on top of him, kissing him, and only one corridor away from the banquet. Oh what a disaster this could become for the both of them, for their careers.
He pushed himself up on one arm, pulled at the curtains around the infirmary bed to close them and then pressed Yuuri down onto the bed, muffling his tiny cries with one hand firmly over his mouth and hushing him with a soft “shhhh”
“....Hmh. No one’s here. Let’s go.” The light was turned off, and the door closed with a soft thud. It was short, thank god because Yuuri’s squirming was almost impossible to keep control over.
“Phew, they’re gone. So… Where were we?” Yuuri asked breathlessly, smiling drunkly up at Victor and trying to pull him down for another kiss. Wow wow wow. Victor giggled and wiped his mouth awkwardly. He just kissed Yuuri Katsuki, he kissed him and just.. what.. wow ok.
“Ehehe. I can’t believe I did that.” he said nervously, and he got up from the bed to get away from Yuuri’s snuggles.
“Me neither! But that felt goood! Let’s do it again? I’ve never done this before, please come back to bed,” Yuuri whined. Like, his first kiss? Or did he mean.. kiss a guy? 
Victor just scratched his head, trying to process all that, and headed towards the door to confirm something: he had heard a click on the other side of the door when the people left and it’d better not be what he thought it was. He tried to open the door. Yep.
“They... locked the door,” he told Yuuri who was still sitting on the bed, arms spread, still naked and smoochie lips. Yuuri froze in that exact same position (hilarious) and he cocked his head.
“Hm?” he asked, still smiling adorably.
“The door is locked,” Victor pointed at it and smiled back.
“You’re kinda stuck in here now, with me, Yuuri,” he told him teasingly, and while saying it he actually noticed how he did not mind it that bad. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But a locked door was kind of reassuring if Victor was ever to plan to continue kissing him like that.
“I’m stuck?” Yuuri asked.
“You’re not stuck. We are stuck. Looks like we’ll have to stay here for the night, or well, until someone gets us out,” Victor said. He took out his phone, hesitated if he should give Yakov a call, but then decided to pop in a message instead to grant him a little more time with Yuuri in here.
“You, stuck with me?” Yuuri asked. Victor snorted to control a laugh that threatened to come out.
“Yep. I’m yours, in every way possible.” That came out differently than he had wanted to and he blushed, but Yuuri didn’t seem to notice and just smiled sheepishly.
This had to be heaven’s punishment, I mean reward for his kindness. He smiled, feeling bad about how he didn’t mind this entire situation all that much, and neither did Yuuri seemingly. Except that he was now looking around frantically.
“But... There’s only one bed!” he suddenly chirped, looking down at the bed. And that was his first concern? Victor chuckled and shook his head fondly. Now he regretted that message to Yakov immediately. They could’ve stayed the night here and who knows where it might’ve taken them.
“Thanks for mentioning that little detail,” he said, and he winked. Yuuri frowned as if he was thinking really deeply.
“How long will this take?” he asked. Knowing Yakov... An hour at least, but he did not answer that. Victor strode back towards the bed where Yuuri looked at him with an eager look in his eyes. He stretched his arms.
“Will you.. do it again?” he asked, probably referring to the kiss since he had a blush on his face and cute pouty lips. Victor swallowed and he slid one of his hands into Yuuri’s, entwining their fingers.
“You want me to?” he asked. Flirting wasn’t even necessary anymore, still, he could not help it. Yuuri nodded, eyes wide. 
“Yes, I liked it.” Victor, wondering if this was his character or just the alcohol, took a step closer.
“Then this time... Don’t...keep your eyes open.” Yuuri nodded again and instantly closed his eyes, pouting his lips. Oh how defenseless this guy was. Victor held his breath, ready to kiss him again, but then his free hand couldn’t help but squeeze Yuuri’s side lightly, and Yuuri instantly cackled and fell back onto the bed. 
“EYahaah!” Victor simply followed him down again, straddling him and attacking his squirming body with teasy tickles.
“What? Isn’t this what you wanted? I thought you were seducing me?” Yuuri shook his head and snorted. 
“Nohoho! I waha- aaaa!” He rolled around and made several attempts at escaping the tickling. 
“But I thought you liked this?” Victor continued to tease and tickle him.
“That’s not what I meant! Eeeehehe!” Yuuri continued to laugh. Victor leaned in to grant him his second kiss-wish, only to have Yuuri turn his head suddenly as a reflex because of the tickling, and he ended up kissing his neck.
“Gaaaahhh!” Yuuri giggled, arching his back and wriggling like a worm. Victor raised his eyebrows and kissed and nuzzled his neck playfully.
“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish here too.” He felt Yuuri freeze in response, which was cute actually, so he just blew softly on his neck, making him giggle.
“Y-you’re meheaan~” Victor took his cheek and turned his head so he could finally repeat that kiss just one more time. His fingers that tickled Yuuri stilled, and he could feel him relax in his arms. And that’s how they spent god knows how many more minutes together. Laughing, kissing, not even saying any words.
His head began to feel cloudy. Maybe drunk people were contagious after all. But the kiss felt good. Why were they kissing again? He lost his focus, and they broke apart for air. 
“We could do this everyday,” Yuuri whispered tiredly. Sounds good, Victor thought, and as they continued to kiss, as his fingers continued to tease Yuuri’s squirming body and all, he just kinda slipped away. And so did Yuuri. 
..........  
..........
Victor groaned. Hm. Did he fall asleep? How much time had passed? ... He lifted his head. Noises. NOISES. He quicky looked at Yuuri who lay curled up beside him. They shared a bed. They kinda slept together they ー 
“WAh!” He fell off the bed and heard how someone was trying to unlock the door from the other side. His mission to dress Yuuri had only succeeded for like a tiny 30%, meaning his blouse was still on but only buttoned up for a small part, and no pants. He could not be caught like this. 
He stumbled awkwardly, closed the curtains around the bed again, quickly combed his fingers through his hair and tried to look as casual as possible. The door then opened: a guard and Yakov. He looked annoyed and furious. The guard looked like someone who would patrol a building like this. Ah, so the banquet was already over hm.
“You’re here!” Victor said, hoping Yuuri still had enough alcohol affecting him and enough sleep to keep him zoned out, because Yakov looked like he was about to be noisy.
“Victor. Maybe explain why you went missing for six hours straight.” he said, crossing his arms and turning towards the security man who helped him open the door.
“Thank you for your assistance. I need a moment with him.” Victor had wanted to just shove Yakov out of this room already and he sighed, his eyes locking with the security guard’s suspecting eyes.
“You can trust me, it’s alright. Just don’t trust him that’s all,” he said jokingly, pointing at Yakov. The man couldn’t laugh about the joke and left again, leaving them alone. With a sleeping Yuuri behind the curtains.
“It wasn’t six hours, don’t exaggerate. It’s not my fault you don’t check your messages,” he said carelessly. 
“You could’ve called me. Like I tried to call you numerous times after I finally read that stupid message. Surely you don’t remember that.” Victor rolled his eyes and childishly mimicked Yakov’s angry face.
“Never noticed.” Oh but he did. He was just... busy. Victor bent his head to chuckle softly and then spotted something on the floor. He awkwardly used his foot to slide Yuuri’s pants under the bed before Yakov would see. Oops.
“Yakov. Do you happen to have the phone number of the long hair man that coaches Yuuri Katsuki? The Japanese skater that competed this GPF.” Yakov crossed his arms.
“I do, but I don’t see why that’s important. Let’s go. Geez. This is the last time I’m saving your ass.” 
"I need you to give that to me!” Victor called out after Yakov who already turned in annoyance and stomped out of the room, after which he ranted to the guard outside about how Victor was an irresponsible adult. 
Victor quickly took this chance to dive back behind the curtains to pick up Yuuri’s pants from under the bed and placed them neatly on top of him.
“I’ll have to leave you here Yuuri.. I’ll make sure someone will get you out of here.” 
“Victor...” Victor jumped in surprise when Yuuri suddenly grabbed his hand when he just wanted to walk away. 
“It’s okay, I still love you...” Yuuri sleep-talked, and Victor held his breath. 
“VICTOR! You coming?!” Shit shit. He quickly pulled free and stumbled out of the room, feeling bad to leave him behind like this, but maybe this was for the best.  In that state, they just couldn’t be caught together.
He was going to make sure Yuuri’s coach would find him, and all that was left for Victor to do was to calm his racing heart and hope that Yuuri wouldn’t be too upset with him for leaving him behind. 
The end.
....and then Victor never hears from Yuuri again and thinks he’s done wrong and that Yuuri hates him and he suffers from anxiety and he tries to cheerfully offer him a commemorative pic when they see each other again but Yuuri ignores him and he really thinks he messed up until he sees Yuuri’s tribute to his program and he sees it as the invitation he was waiting for and rushes over to be his coach and tries to get closer to Yuuri and flirt with him in a natural way but all Yuuri does is block him out and Victor is anxious again and crying himself to sleep every other night until they finally do grow closer in the end and only after they get in a real relationship Victor finds out that Yuuri never remembered anything that happened during and after the banquet and that this only lives in his own memory but they still live happily ever after and he surely has a nice story - innocent version - to tell at their wedding byeee.
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