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'Yuuri! Yuuri! Wake up!' Victor bounced excitedly on their bed, waking Makkachin up, too. 'It's tomorrow! We're getting married tomorrow!' Yuuri groaned and rolled over, still wrapped in blankets, his face barely visible. Victor leant over ungracefully and tried to kiss him on the nose, lost his balance, and elbowed him in the gut.
'Agh! Victor!' Yuuri fumbled for his glasses, hindered by Victor trying to apologise and kiss away the new red mark blotching his stomach.
He was like it all morning.
'It's certainly Weddingmas Eve,' Chris quipped. JJ snorted his water out of his nose.
Seung-Gil was noticeably quieter. All day he sat with his shoulders hunched, followed every request asked of him robotically without even a hint of acknowledgement, and avoided Phichit's gaze whenever they were in a room together.
It was even more obvious compared to everyone else around the place. Leo and Guang-Hong kept accidentally brushing hands and giggling, which was sweet the first ten times but increasingly grating after that. Even Makkachin had to leave the room after watching them eskimo kiss for the seventieth time.
Michele kept stealing glances at Emil when he thought the other wasn't looking.
Makkachin saw them speaking quietly from a distance – and meant to sneak over, to find out what was happening, but was interrupted when she saw Phichit striding over to Seung-Gil.
'We need to talk.'
Seung-Gil stood up, and walked upstairs. Phichit followed, and Makkachin crept quietly behind.
'Why are you suddenly ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?'
'No.'
'Then why are you acting like we don't know each other?'
'M'not.'
'Wh- Seung-Gil, don't mistake me for a fool. If I offended you, please let me know what I did!'
'You didn't.'
'Well, I must have done something!'
'No! You-'
'Please, Seung-Gil, I don't want to-'
'You DIDN'T!' Seung-Gil shouted, breathing heavily. Phichit stopped, looking confused, and hurt. 'You-you didn't. It's me. It's all me. I- You shouldn't come near me. I was fine on my own before you came along. I was fine with being alone. But- now-' Seung-Gil clamped a hand over his mouth, hot tears spilling over his hand.
'Seung-Gil…'
'Leave me alone, Phichit.' He'd gone stiff again.
'Seung-Gil, please, don't do this.' Phichit was frustratedly swiping at his own eyes, now. 'Is it moving too fast? Do you want to slow down? I thought we-'
'No.' Seung-Gil was trying to turn his back on Phichit, but was stopped by Phichit's hand on his shoulder. He took a deep, shuddering breath. 'Leave me alone.' He shoved Phichit's hand off his shoulder, stalked into his room, and locked the door behind him.
Phichit just. Stood there. He was staring at his hands as though they would fix something, as though he still held Seung-Gil in them. Makkachin whined, and moved to comfort him.
'Hey, Makkachin…' Her Victor! He'd know how to fix this. She went to pull at his trousers, to get his attention, to fix it, but then she saw the look on his face. It seemed as though Phichit and Seung-Gil would have to wait. She brushed past Phichit's leg as she hurried after her Victor, determined to know why her master looked so upset.
Her fur was getting wet.
'Oh Makkachin…' Victor punctuated his words with a wet sniff. 'I don't know what to do. I can't do this! He's so- he's so perfect, and him, and I'm me. H-he deserves someone perfect, and I'm… It's tomorrow! What if he realises he hates me-e-e-' His voice broke into gasping sobs, which he muffled into Makkachin's fur. She turned, and tried to lick his face. He was being silly, of course. Yuuri wouldn't settle for anyone other than her Victor, and when her Victor was being sensible he knew that too. She remembered the last time this had happened, when she and Victor had first arrived at Hasetsu. When Yuuri had barricaded himself in his room, Victor had been silly and assumed Yuuri didn't like him. He'd cried quietly, clinging to Makkachin like a life raft. She knew what she'd had to do then, just like she knew what to do now. Crying tired Victor out, and after a good sleep he usually wasn't silly any more. She settled around him like a pillow, her face near his so she could give him more kisses. She knew he'd be all better in the morning.
She just wished everything else would be, too.
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