#← also me being sleepy makes me irrational and completely overwhelmed with emotions for no reason

[mistyycowoa]

Because of this lol

But srsly, hope you are okay!

I'm fine just drained lol

I need to mentally break some shit and scream and I'll be fine

[sunsethwa]

compulsion, n;

an irrational need or irresistible urge to perform some action, often despite negative consequences

pt. 5 / ? [ prev / next / masterlist ]

A/N: This one isn’t as intense and doesn’t need any trigger warnings, but I’m still pretty satisfied with it? I’ve also made a masterlist for the fic, as the parts are starting to file up. Finally, I have a note goal of 70 notes for this before I post the next part. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,5k

He was quiet, way too quiet. All you wanted to do was cry over what had just happened, yet you did not dare to display any emotion around this man right now. The look on his face as he lifted San off the ground lingered in your mind; His eyes were completely wild, stripped from every bit of rationality. What if he turned towards you like that? You were sitting on the couch in the apartment of a demon. What were you doing here, and why were you physically unable to leave? You pulled your knees up to your chin, unwillingly protecting yourself from the environment. As soon as Seonghwa left the room, you fell apart. Your face buried in your knees as the tears poured out, the overwhelming fears and tensions finally springing free.

You didn’t know how many minutes had passed when a hand placed on your shoulder. Instinctively, you flinched, pulling away hurriedly from the touch. As you raised your head to see Seonghwa sit next to you, you started backing into the corner of the couch, feeling oh so small and helpless once again that night. Seonghwa let out a sigh and put down the hand he had previously placed on you.

“Are you hurt?” He asked. You shook your head, unable to voice any actual words. Seonghwa’s head titled as he moved closer to you, looking not at your face but further down on your torso.

“Please don’t come closer.” You pleaded, shocking him and putting his movements to a halt.

“What?” He questioned you. You couldn’t help but letting more tears escape your eyes.

“I’m scared.” You admitted. Seonghwa sat himself a bit further away from you, furrowing his brows slightly.

“I just saved you, do you think I would harm you?” You weren’t sure what to answer. He had helped you to get away from San, and just asked you whether you were hurt or not – but that look in his eyes, you just couldn’t forget it.

“You looked crazy, like completely wild.” Seonghwa’s lips parted at your words. It looked like he was in deep thought for a brief moment, before snapping back to reality.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that.” To your surprise, he apologised. You weren’t sure what to think, whether to deem it sincere or not. Although, for some reason, it gave you a slight comfort and you felt your muscles soften a little. You did not speak yet, instead waiting for him to do so instead.

“Please let me help you.” He once again gestured towards you, specifically to the side of your stomach this time. You looked down, placing your hand at where he was pointing and suddenly noticed a stinging feeling at your waist. Automatically, you hissed in pain and pulled your shirt up slightly, revealing burn marks in the shape of a hand. San’s grip really had left its mark, yet you found it strange that it hadn’t ruined your clothes. Seonghwa was now on his knees on the floor right beside where you were sitting, eyeing the wound left by his brother with a sharp inhale.

“That fucker can never leave the human body alone.” He mumbled quietly, putting his hand over the burned area. You jumped at the sudden contact, but then felt a cooling sensation relieving the pain. After about ten seconds, Seonghwa removed his hand, tracing his finger over the spot carefully.

“There, that’s better.” He said. You peeked down once more, just to see that the burnt mark was completely gone, as if it was never there in the first place. Your eyes shifted to Seonghwa’s, who was already looking at your face. His eyes were big and dark now, and there was almost a sense of gentle innocence to them as well. You couldn’t help of wonder if he was playing tricks on you, as you instantly felt calmer looking at him. Yet, you felt grateful for his help, whispering a faint ‘thank you’ to him. He flashed a bright smile in response.

“No problem, are you tired? Do you want to sleep, anything to eat?” You considered his questions. Hunger was starting to catch up to you, yet the exhaustion had hit way too hard the past minutes.

“Sleep sounds really good right now.” You told him. He stood up and offered his hand to you. This time, he didn’t let go of it when you got up.

“Do you want my room? It’s the safest there.” He offered and you nodded, thinking that the room you had previously been kept in was probably the only other option.

 Seonghwa’s bedroom wasn’t giant, but the space was decent, more than enough to make you comfortable. You sat down on the queen-sized bed and looked around. There were a couple of shelves in the room, filled with a mix of books where some looked new and some looked like they could be more than a hundred years old.

“You like to read?” Seonghwa asked, noticing your fixation on the shelves.

“Yeah, sometimes. I mostly prefer it during the holidays, at times where I don’t have curriculum to deal with.” You said. Seonghwa leaned over you and turned on a lamp that was on the nightstand next to the bed.

“You can knock yourself out if you want to. Just, be careful with the older ones, they’re … fragile.” He chuckled a bit, almost seeming nervous that you would ruin his things.

“I’m not going to break anything, don’t worry.” You assured him, allowing yourself to smile for the first time in a while. Seonghwa was sat on the bed, watching you as you got up and went through his books, picking one you found interesting.

“That one’s quite cliché.” He revealed, and you shot an offended stare towards him.

“Don’t spoil it for me!” You scoffed, trying to sound annoyed but failing.

“Come on, it spoils itself within the first 20 pages.” He told you cockily, leaning back on the bed and supporting himself with his elbows.

“Well, it seems nice, I’ll give it a try.” Seonghwa didn’t answer this time, just hummed a bit. You brought the book over, placing it on the nightstand.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’m too sleepy now.” You reconsidered. Seonghwa nodded and got off the bed.

“If you want to change into something more comfortable, just grab something from the dresser – I need to go out for a bit before dawn comes crawling.” He told you, a sudden panic settling in your entire body. You impulsively grabbed one of his wrists.

“Wait, no don’t go – I don’t want to be left alone here again.” You could hear the desperation in your own voice.

“I never finished my errands, I can’t keep Hongjoong waiting.” He said, his free hand coming up to stroke the back of your head. You remembered the first night you had encountered the demons, how much Hongjoong had frightened you, being the first one you faced properly. There was just something about him that made you shiver, it sent intense, freezing vibrations down your spine. Seonghwa moved his hand from the back of your head, instead putting his fingers under your chin, making you look at him. You hadn’t even noticed that your stare had faltered to the side.

“It will only be a short while; I swear on the devil.” He said.

“That’s big words from someone like you.”

“It really is, you’re safe here now, I promise.” He reassured you, stroking your cheek quickly with the front of his hand. You never got over how his skin was so warm, yet never hurt as it hit yours.

“The windows?” You asked.

“All done, there’s no way to get inside here now… unless you’re me. Here, let me make it extra secure.” He said, grabbing the arm you were still holding onto him with. He ran his index finger over the ‘S’ already engraved in your wrist, burning a ‘P’ in front of it.

“What is this?” You speculated, looking up at him.

“These aren’t only for – tracking, but also for, well, marking territory. It gets harder to get close to you when you’re marked more heavily.” He explained, causing you to let out a ‘uh huh’.

“And the ‘P’ stands for?”

“Park.” He answered.

“So, your full name is Park Seonghwa?” You tried, suddenly curious to hear more about the demon in front of you.

“Yes, I usually just put my initials in for simplicity. I must leave now though. I will return quickly.” He said, rapidly letting go of your wrist and leaving the room before you could say anything else.

 Then he was gone, and you were one again left alone in the home of a demon. A demon whose brothers were so dangerous that they could not be let near you. Treacherously, you found yourself wondering why.

[lvehui]

late night thoughts - hong jisoo

genre: this was so fluffy but so angsty??? like???

In which Y/N wonders if she and Joshua will last.

(inspired by that one meme that's like, "hey do you like me?" and the guy responds, "honey, we're married" and the other meme that's like, "you like me?" and the guy, who is literally proposing, says, "take a wild guess.")

this one is for anyone who constantly brings themselves down.

word count: basically 1.9k. could've been more if i added more to the imagery than like, the emotion of the piece (which is heavy, by the way). i'll edit it to make it better later.

After binge-watching all three seasons of Stranger Things and sharing an entire tub of Neapolitan ice cream --- which was probably very unhealthy, by the way--- Y/N and Joshua finally decided to slip under a cozy, warm blanket and call it night, right where they were on the couch. Their bedroom was only a few feet away from them, but they both had been too comfortable being in each other's arms to even consider sleeping in it.

With his right arm wrapped around Y/N's waist, he had pulled her into his chest and buried his face into the crook of her neck. It wasn't long before her boyfriend fell asleep in that position, leaving Y/N alone in her thoughts.

As cliche as it sounded, she wondered how she had gotten so lucky, meeting the love of her life in a coffee shop. If she hadn't decided to make a detour from her usual route to work and fetch a double-shot espresso to wake herself up, things would be different. Joshua would've been swept off his feet by another girl and Y/N would've been having another one-night stand with her insatiable ex-boyfriend. Yet, there she was, at home in Joshua's loving embrace, and honestly, she didn't know where she'd be without him.

Despite not wanting to think about it, she often imagined her unimaginable life without Joshua. Sure, their relationship made her feel more than complete, but the likelihood of him losing interest in her, falling out of love with her, and eventually leaving her overshadowed all the good. Before she knew it, she was breaking her own heart, like the anxious and overwhelmed baby she was.

"Hey, love?" she whispered.

Joshua moved a little before he hummed, "Yeah?"

"Do you still like me?" Her fingers twiddled as she waited for a response, already feeling awkward and dumb for asking such a question.

Another hum. "Take a wild guess." He was probably talking with his eyes closed because she sensed sleepiness in his answer. "Y/N, look at us right now. We're spooning on this small ass couch, we eat from the same spoon, and live together. On top of that, I don't think I can go a day without kissing you all over. If I wasn't such a broke Millenial, you'd have a ring on your finger by now."

A shade of pink spread across her cheeks, then all over her entire body. But then that fuzzy feeling was set aside by insecurity. "Really?"

"Really," Joshua easily replied. "Do you doubt me?"

The answer was yes, but it didn't pass her rosy lips.

"Y/N," he murmured, quietly, but not quietly enough to stifle the natural sweetness in his voice. "What's wrong?"

Subconsciously, her body scooted further into his lean frame. Even though there was no gap between the couple and Joshua wasn't going anywhere any time soon, Y/N needed to be closer to put herself at ease. (Or at least she'd try.)

"Nothing, really," she quickly lied, attempting to cover up her abysmal mood. Then she joked, "Maybe it's just the lactose getting to me?"

Joshua removed his left hand from Y/N's waist and brought it to her long, black hair, gently pushing some of it behind her ear. "Perhaps," he mused, entertaining the possibility, even though he saw right through her. There was a slight pause, in which he simply stroked her hair, before adding, "Or maybe its something else and you're just afraid to tell me?"

"Maybe it is," she mumbled, a tiny, defeated pout following. "But it isn't a big deal." Then, "I mean, it is, to me, but like... you know, it shouldn't be a big deal, and my mind is just going into overdrive for reasons that I don't want to tell you because I don't want to scare you off and---"

"Hey, hey, hey," Joshua told her. "This isn't me telling you that your feelings aren't valid, but slow down, calm down, and look at me. Please."

Y/N shifted her weight and turned to face her boyfriend, whose expression was full of seriousness and concern. It made her question what she looked like in his eyes, not just then, but every day. (And also, was it messed up of her to think about how ethereally beautiful he was in these circumstances?)

"I just... I was just thinking about how great life is with you, and how much I cherish you, and how absolutely devastated I'd be if we broke up," Y/N revealed in a low voice.

For a brief moment, a mix of surprise and sadness flashed across Joshua's face, until his brows furrowed in confusion. "You think I want to break up with you?"

She shook her head and waved her hands, furiously. "N-no! No, I don't! And I never want to break up with you," Y/N promised him, reassuringly. Once she collected a few short breaths, that same insecure feeling returned to her. "...but you could always want to."

"Want to what?"

His question caused Y/N to avoid his eyes. "You might not want to break up with me now... You might love me now... But that can always change, is what I mean," she explained, feeling stupider by the minute. "Like, you see people fall in and out of love all the time. They think that they're going to want each other forever until they don't. They lose interest in one another. They fall for someone else. They realize that the person they're with isn't the one."

She continued, "And I'm not saying any of that is wrong. I rather break things off than stay with someone because I've invested so much of my life in being with them. So if you ever wanted to leave me because you're unhappy, then I'd support it."

And suddenly, tears began to prick the corners of her eyes. "But even though I'd support it, it'd break my heart, you know? And I was just thinking about how likely it would be for you to break up with me because I'm lacking in so many areas." A snot-nose laugh came out of her mouth. "Like the common sense department, the talent department, the humor department... and especially the beauty department."

Gingerly, she pinched the sleeve of his hoodie and restrained herself from breaking down. "I guess I'm just wondering when you're going to come to your senses and be done with me."

Silence hung in the air, distancing the two even though they practically shared the same air. Y/N's eyes focused on Joshua's chest, boring into the gray material. It was then she realized that maybe, in her heart of hearts, she wanted Joshua to come to his senses because he deserved a better girl than her.

Joshua slid his arm out from under her, so he could bring both of their hands together, with his over hers. With a firm, yet tender squeeze, he admitted, "I've thought about you leaving me before, as well as whether or not we're meant to last."

Her widened eyes could meet his. Genuine surprise and curiosity were written all over her delicate features. "You have?"

"More or less." A sad smile graced his face, highlighted by the moonlight seeping through the cracks of their window. "If I had a list of irrational fears, that one would be number one."

Joshua's genuineness caused her to look down at his chest again, not knowing how to feel about his response. On one hand, it made her feel shy and giddy, but on the other, it made her ashamed for being worried.

"You should be more scared of spiders or something," is all she said. "Don't waste your biggest fear on me."

"It's not a waste," he replied, shaking his head. "It keeps me going. It's the reason why I strive to be the best boyfriend. Just because I have you, doesn't mean I can't lose you, so I've vowed to treat every day of our relationship like it could be the last."

He continued, filling up the empty spaces within their conversation. "And It's true that people fall out of love. That's why break-ups and divorce exist," he told her. "So I get why you're working yourself up about the possibilities. It's because of the very fact that the chance of things going wrong exists."

Her boyfriend was right--- even though their relationship was going well, Y/N had allowed herself to become overwhelmed by her self-insecurities and the sheer possibility of breaking up.

She felt herself begin to crack. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't apologize!" he told her, coming off more upset than he meant to. After a moment, he simply sighed, before using one hand to cradle her pale, tear-stained cheek. "Everyone gets scared. Everyone overthinks. You're not the only one, okay? It's natural."

His thumb wiped away one of her dewy teardrops while small hiccups bubbled in her chest. "I can't blame you for doing any of those things, because I do them too," he told her. "But if we allow our worries to consume us, then we'd be self-sabotaging ourselves, not able to enjoy the moment because we're too busy thinking about the future mess-ups, you know?"

She nodded.

"Mess ups will come, but as long as our love is strong, they will go," he reassured her. "And I know our love is strong. I know we can do anything. And I know that I aim to spend the rest of my life with you, despite any obstacle we may encounter, and nothing is going to stop me from doing that."

Joshua tilted her chin upward so that he could see her entire face. "That being said... I'm wholeheartedly willing to take those chances because I love you, and everything about you, from the way you snort when you laugh, to the way you cry every time someone dies in an anime."

"Hey!" One of her tiny fists weakly hit his shoulder in embarrassment, but his comment made sent a not-so-subtle shade of pink to her cheeks. She tried to appear mad by scrunching her eyebrows together, to no avail. "Asshole."

"Seriously," Joshua said. "I love you. You're all I see." He took her hand, the one he had been holding for the longest time, and put it over the upper right side of his chest. His heartbeat wasn't rapid, but it was steadily pounding away, letting go of its inhibitions. "I want us to be together..."

"Forever," she finished, clearing her face of snot and salty tears. A smile peeked through her sweater paws. "Yeah... I know."

Finally, the bitter cold that had been cast throughout the air was thawed by the warmth of their hearts. It was soon after their conversation that they had fallen asleep, both of them this time, with Y/N snuggled in Joshua's arms, right where she was supposed to be.

She knew that there were no guarantees and there was the possibility of things going wrong, and hell, her insecurities would always be there, but that night, she fell asleep to utter feeling of being loved, basking in the present, but dreaming of the beautiful future ahead of them.

[yoi-secret-valentines2017]

Victuuri's duvet

For @nowaki-star!

Nobody had thought that an inanimate thing could take such an important place in human beings’ lives. A common object that would become the witness of intimate moments and many first times in the quotidian routine of two persons and one dog.

First encounter

When Yuuri Katsuki first saw Viktor Nikiforov on the threshold of his family hotel, the man was not only bringing his dog Makkachin and a luggage with him, but also carrying a gigantic blue blood duvet. If Yuuri had not fully realized at the time that the multiple figure skating world champion planned on sejourning for more than a couple of days at his home, the queen sized bedding piece was enough for him to understand. Later that night, When Viktor came to knock at Yuuri’s bed door, giddy remembering the gala the previous year where the latter had made him  promise to become his coach - which he now wanted to honour - he was holding that blanket, with Makkachin following him behind. When Yuuri adamantly refused to sleep with him - to Viktor’s surprise - the self proclaimed coach came back to his room, muffled in his duvet, brooding over Yuuri’s sudden burst of shyness. Then, hugged and warmed by that soft comforter and his four leg companion, he fell into the arms of Morpheus, a smile on his lips, as he was expecting the days to come to be interesting and amusing.

First jealousy

This was stupid and he knew it. Or rather than stupid, it was childish. And although he repeatedly told himself that he should not be, Yuuri was terribly jealous of that duvet spending nights with Viktor, being by his side when he fell asleep and when he woke up. It was irrational to wish to be in that place, since Viktor was only his coach and Yuuri should not expect more than that. But a part of him, the one fearing to be left behind if he could not fulfill Viktor’s expectations, the one reminding him of last year Grand Prix Final complete disaster, desperately longed to be that bedspread, because it was by Viktor’s side unconditionally.

The hardest thing for Yuuri was to describe his relationship with Viktor. Officially, it was a coach-disciple relationship. But once the flashes and cameras could not reach them, the borders between a coach and a friend, or more, were blurry. With the Nationals around the corner, he felt that he did not only want to prove something to himself, but also to Viktor, and he never felt that way with his previous coach. He wanted to make the person who put his career on hold to train him and who gave him a newfound confidence to praise him. And brushing momentarily the non confident part of himself, he promised that he would not let Viktor’s trust in him be wasted.

First time sharing

Yuuri Katsuki was not used to being under the spotlight. He often under performed under pressure, and this time being the contestant to surpass in the China Grand Prix was a bit overwhelming. Adding that to all the expectations the audience and the media had of him, as Viktor Nikiforov’s disciple, and Yuuri’s shoulders could not carry all that weight, hence he did not manage to sleep at all on the night before his free program. There was no point in trying to hide the gigantic dark circles under his eyes, and Viktor obviously noticed them.

Even if Yuuri did not actually expect to be scolded, he did not foresee Viktor forcing him to take a nap, along with him. Wrapped up in the omnipresent duvet, protected by Viktor’s arms circling his torso, Yuuri could finally relax a little. And eventually, that bedspread he used to envy was now a good protection to prevent his heart from beating too fast from Viktor’s proximity, creating an ephemeral peaceful world away from the turmoil of the real world.

He could now picture why Viktor seemed so attached to that comforter. Engulfed in it like a snail in his shell, nobody seemed to be able to harm him, and the soft fabric was so addictive and warmed every inch of his bare skin. He silently apologized to that duvet, thinking that of all the non living things that existed but who made his existence better, this duvet was second, a narrow step behind pork katsudon.

First time cuddling

Viktor had witnessed cute moments, a lot of them including Yuuri Katuski being the cute one, or sometimes it was Makkachin, but as he took several pictures of the scene before his eyes, he thought that none of them actually equaled his boyfriend with half opened eyes, tousled hair, hugging a duvet too big for him, leaving some traces of drool over it as he was trying to fall back asleep. Although Yuuri was not exactly a morning person, he made his best to be on time for morning practices, but judging by his reluctance to actually get up on that day, Viktor doubted his resolution would be strong enough to push him out of bed. And he would not blame him. After all, Yuuri was this sleepy because the boy’s coach, friend, or boyfriend - all names would fit, although Viktor liked to be referred as the latter - had taken them to a restaurant the night before and they both ate and drank until late. Being both the coach and the boyfriend was not an easy job, since you would want to enjoy dates as long as possible, without it impeding practices. But if those dates meant that he got to sleep with Yuuri after that, he would not mind one or two practice sessions starting later.

Or even being cancelled, he thought as he lifted one side of the duvet to slide inside and join his lover in the warmth. Yuuri stirred up a little at the sudden intrusion, until Viktor’s hand rested on his waist. The former rested his head in the crook of the latter’s neck, moaning a little as his head was aching, probably due to too much alcohol absorbed yesterday. Viktor chuckled and leaned his chin on Yuuri’s disheveled hair.

“You should have seen yourself earlier, I could have almost believed you liked my duvet more than me. You never drooled that way on me”.

Yuuri was too groggy to formulate an appropriate answer at first, although he silently thought that Viktor had introduced himself naked to him so there was nothing left to drool over after that. Well, although he still drooled over him a little, but who would not? After a few moments, he retorted “I could say the same… You are always showing this duvet around.”

Viktor rubbed his back slowly, humming as he smiled at his boyfriend’s sleepy voice. “Probably, but I still like you more.”

“Same there”, Yuuri said, after he kissed Viktor’s collarbones and went back to sleep.

First time stargazing

Yuuri shivered as the night fresh wind lapped against his face. Viktor had told him to go to the garden with Makkachin and his inseparable bedspread, to celebrate Yuuri’s qualification for the Final Grand Prix, Makkachin’s safe recovery, and their reunion. Viktor’s dog settled against his lap, and Yuuri was now waiting for his boyfriend to finally complete the perfect picture. Looking at the dark sky full of stars, he sighed and smiled, content with the life he had since Viktor came into his life. And even the life he had before, although at the time he was too focused on himself to actually appreciate all the love he received.

“What are you smiling at ?” a joyful Viktor asked, holding one bowl of pork katsudon in each hand, and bottles of beer in the crook of his armpits. Yuuri helped him settle the food and drinks in front of them, and then waited for him to join under the duvet, next to Makkachin. Although the question seemed random, Viktor still stared at Yuuri expectantly, and the latter felt overwhelmed by a flow of emotions he could not exactly name: thankfulness, admiration, friendship, affection, and was it love?

“I was thinking how the colour of the night sky is so similar to the colour of our bedspread. and how the colour of your eyes also reflects the sky, but during daytime.” Yuuri smiled at him, waiting a moment before continuing to articulate his thoughts. “And how if I ever lose my way, or cannot see which one I should take, I can always look at you and you will light the way. Or I could also get lost in your eyes, but that I wouldn’t mind.”

Although his words were bold, his body was not, and he soon diverted his gaze from Viktor to focus again on the endless stars shining in front of them. He felt Viktor move slightly under the blanket, and his left hand was grabbed by Viktor’s, who interlaced their fingers together, making both hands rest on Makkachin’s back. Despite Yuuri’s confession, very similar to a love confession without uttering the L word, Viktor did not react or answer back before a few minutes. Yuuri stole glances at him from time to time, and he noticed that he was always staring at him, a warm glint in his eyes.

“Yuuri, you said our bedspread. You know what this means?” Yuuri felt his cheeks heat up and could picture himself blushing hard. Grumbling, he answered “Beware, one day I might say mine.”

Viktor laughed, and that was a sound his boyfriend would have loved to tape just so that he could hear it on repeat. After he regained his breath, Viktor lifted Yuuri’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I would love to, because wherever this duvet is, I am.”

First separation

Once Viktor was in the hall of the airport with his dog’s leash in one hand and his luggage in the other, he realized that he should have thought more about it. Indeed, he wanted to enter the competition again, and he now felt physically and mentally prepared to choreograph new programs. Indeed, he was happy to see his coach and work again with him, and he knew Yuuri was also delighted to train with his old one, and meet his former training partner Phichit. But what he had not thought over was how unprepared he was to leave Yuuri so that they could both find each other again on an ice rink. Now with his boyfriend facing him, a warm smile on his face, with his family in the background, Viktor thought that he was not ready to leave them, and mostly to leave him.

He would miss Yuuri’s shyness when they both are naked, he would miss his witty remarks he makes when Viktor is too full of himself, he will miss Yuuri’s touch, kisses, eyes, insatiable appetite, to sum up, he would miss his presence, and this was the first time he felt that for someone. Viktor knew that this feeling was related to loving someone, and they both had confessed that feeling to each other, but it would be the first time that he would experience that feeling of longing for someone over a long period of time, that necessity to trust the other person, to trust them that they will wait for them, and that they will accept them even if they changed a little, that if they come home, they will still be there.

And for the first time in his life, Viktor feared that Yuuri would not wait for him. Or that he would not find the way back. Those last few months were emotionally demanding, and both Yuuri and him grew up and got more mature, but everything finally seemed so perfect (except for Yuuri’s silver medal) that he was afraid that this fragile equilibrium would break if they physically separated. Obviously, if someone asked him if he did not trust Yuuri, he would answer that he trusts him with his life and Makkachin’s, but everyone can be irrational sometimes, and this was what he was experiencing.

Yuuri perceived Viktor was conflicted with troubled thoughts, and he got closer to be able to hug him. Finally embraced in his lover’s arms, Viktor relaxed and his negative thoughts were pushed back. “I will miss you too Viktor, a lot.” He smiled at his words, and hugged him back.

“If you are really going to miss me, then I must give you something for you to feel less lonely.” Slowly releasing himself from Yuuri’s embrace, he then took off the blue duvet from the top of his luggage and handed it to Yuuri, brushing his hands in the process. Then gently cupping his lover’s face in his hands, he placed a kiss on his lips and murmured “Remember what I told you, this bedspread and I are inseparable. This way you will always have a piece of me with you, and I will definitely come back to you, whether you want it or not.”

Not being able to stand there any longer or otherwise he would have wanted to stay there forever, he grabbed his luggage and finally crossed the check in after waving goodbye at Yuuri and his family. However, he was soon stopped in his tracks when his boyfriend called his name.

“Viktor! In case you don’t know, I will only kiss gold. Unless I get it and you’re second. Otherwise, don’t even think about getting our bedspread back.”

Viktor made a V sign at him and chuckled. Oh boy how he would miss his witty remarks.