PROLOGUE for a BMCY universe Victuuri wedding fic! If you haven't read Be My Chef, Yuuri, please go check it out! (It is a complete AU of 14 chapters and approximately 90,000 words!)
Year Two – Day One
Yuuri was pissed. Slamming the door to the cab shut, he tossed money at the driver, only thinking to apologize for his rudeness after the man drove away leaving a dusting of Russian curses in his wake. It was ridiculous that after months of commuting together, both Phichit and Victor had managed to leave him behind at the house. Phichit had taken one car, Victor the other and Yuuri been left gawking at the empty driveway. Neither of them had bothered to answer their phones, and Yuuri had taken turns leaving screaming voicemails in both inboxes. He was late now, sweating from being in the overly warm cab, and nursing a powerful headache. Determined to focus his frustration on his boyfriend and his best friend, Yuuri stormed into the restaurant ready for a fight.
And was immediately struck dumb with the sight of hundreds of rainbow roses decorating every surface, highlighted by the twinkling of thousands of tiny white lights. Staring, confused and alarmed convinced that he had missed an event, Yuuri blinked several times when Minami approached him, handing him a single yellow rose. "Yuuri" read the tag attached. Minami high fived him and then walked over to the bar.
He missed Otabek's existence until he was directly in front of Yuuri's face. Silently, Otabek handed him a dyed-green rose. "Will" was stamped on this tag. Otabek nodded, patting Yuuri on the shoulder and moved to join Minami.
Mila popped up from the hostess stand, startling Yuuri and making him laugh nervously. She laid a single pink rose in his hands, grabbing his face to kiss his cheek. The tag read, "you" and Yuuri's brow furrowed with confusion.
A red rose was added to his stack, Chris winking at him and ruffling Yuuri's hair before moving to stand with the others. Confusion growing stronger, Yuuri stared at the single word. "Me?"
"Hey," Yurio stood in front of him, passing a white rose back and forth between his hands. "This shit is stupid," Yurio kicked his foot against the ground, finally making eye contact. "But I guess I'm happy for you guys." Yuuri squeaked in shock when Yurio hugged him. "Don't break up again, okay? Some idiot adults have to be good." Little tears pricked at the side of Yurio's eyes, as he added the last rose to Yuuri's arms. The word on this tag had Yuuri's heart jumping into his throat.
"Marry."
Music filled the room as Phichit excitedly skipped toward him, throwing rose petals while flashing a sign that put it all together. "Yuuri, will you marry me?" Before Phichit could even release him from the bone-crushing hug, Yuuri spotted Victor, dressed in a full suit, carrying a bouquet of deep red roses. "I'll take these," Phichit giggled, collecting Yuuri's roses and the bouquet from Victor's arms, whistling as he danced away to gather with the others. Yuuri's heart beat slammed against his ears, blood flushing to his cheeks as Victor dropped to one knee in front of him.
"Yuuri Katsuki, one year ago, you walked into this restaurant and changed my life," tears ran down Victor's cheeks and Yuuri hurriedly wiped them away with his thumbs. "I asked you to be my chef, you asked me to be your forever. So today, I am here, asking you to be my forever. Be my everything, Yuuri, as you always have been, since the first moment that you stepped into this place. Yuuri Katsuki, will you marry me?"
Yuuri tackled Victor flat on his back, kissing him in mid fall. As they landed in a heap on the ground, Victor's head carefully cradled in Yuuri's hand, cheers erupted all around them, every member of the Nikiforov staff joining in the celebration.
"So," Victor kissed back as Yuuri attacked his lips, "is that a yes?"
"That's definitely a yes, just…" Yuuri said, "don't check your voicemail." Laughter filled their kiss as they continued to lay tangled in the foyer of the restaurant, in the exact spot where they had first met.
