A/N: First and foremost, Victor will be known as Viktor from here on out. I changed the name cause I felt like it. I'm working on going back and fixing all the previous chapters. BUT WHATEVER! THIS IS AN ADORABLE CHAPTER SHUT UP I TRIED MY BEST I KNOW I SUCK AT THIS!
Oh and if anyone wants to suggest good Yuri/Otabek stories for me for... research purposes, that would be nice. No pressure. I love every one of you.
Especially you my angel.
Enjoy~!
It Won't Kill Ya - The Chainsmokers
Yuuri was nervous.And that was an understatement.
He had been nervous for the past hour. Severely so. He had been merely anxious for the entirety of that day. Only slightly jumpy the day before.
Why?
Well, to answer that question you'd have to get a look at Yuuri's phone, something which he was currently trying very very hard not to look at while at the same time vociferously keeping his sister from looking at it. Why she was over at his apartment at this precise moment was beyond him. Yuuri felt a little past asking useless questions like that.
"What is going on?" his sister demanded, grabbing for his phone again. "Yuuri Katsuki, you've been acting like a madman all day what the hell is wrong with your head?"
Oh boy, where do you want me to start? "It's none of your business, I'm absolutely fine," Yuuri insisted, standing on the chair in an attempt to hold the device out of her reach. It buzzed again in his hand and he almost dropped it from the sheer onslaught of nerves that hit him. Oh boy, I am not okay.
"Who the hell keeps texting you?" Mari demanded, leaping up and making a pass at the device clutched in Yuuri's unfortunately sweaty grasp. Planting her hands on her hips, Mari questioned, "Do I know them? I don't know them do I?"
"Stop it, leave me alone. I never even let you in!" Yuuri protested, squeezing his eyes shut tight even though ever ounce of him wanted to look at the new message. It's Viktor, it's probably Viktor. He's going to be here in less than twenty minutes, I'm not okay. Hah, what even is okay?
You see, the reason Yuuri was currently dying prematurely from multiple heart attacks, was because today was the night that he went on a date with Viktor, the gorgeous and mysterious man that had walked into his life not five days previous. It was unbelievable and wonderful and terrible all at the same time.
And God, he was so not ready for this.
"I picked the lock Yuuri, don't be stupid," his sister commented easily, waving her hand dismissively as if this fact was obvious. "Now hand me the phone or tell me who's texting you!"
"NO!" Yuuri yelped, even as the phone went off again. God, he probably thinks I hate him. He hates me now. Why am I not responding again? Oh yeah, because my sister is here. Also I'll start obsessing again. Dammit! "It's not even important, don't make such a big deal about it."
"Is it a boy?" she demanded, before her eyes widened at the panicked look on Yuuri's face. "It's a boy! I KNEW IT! You're talking to a boy." Redoubling her efforts to get her hands on the phone, Mari fired off a quick volley of questions. "What's his name? Where is he from? How did you meet? Is he from your college? I hate your college, everyone there smells like blue cheese. Except for Yuuko, she's pretty chill."
"Would you leave me alone?" he begged, dancing out of her reach and almost falling off of the chair he was perched on. "It doesn't even matter who I'm talking to! It's my phone and my business. Why are you even here?" A valid question, one he should have asked a long time ago.
"I was just coming to make sure you'd remembered to put the concert on your calendar," Mari said, calming down at once. "I know you always forget things like that and I didn't want you to miss this one. It's going to be amazing."
Suddenly recalling Viktor's rendition of the song from the radio, a song which he'd confirmed to be the song Eros and Agape later, Yuuri vaguely said, "Oh yeah, I listened to some of their music I guess..." And I met someone who can sing their stuff better. "It's pretty okay."
"I know, right!" his sister effused, all thoughts of Yuuri's phone fleeing her mind. Walking towards his calendar, Mari continued, "Personally, my favorite song by them is Forget to Forget but that's just me. Which one did you like best?"
Wandering after her, Yuuri absently muttered, "The one from the radio. It's actually pretty catchy."
Sighing as though he'd effectively killed her soul, Mari whined, "You suck. It's not even catchy, it's beautiful sure but it's also one of their more classic rock songs. I prefer the harder stuff." Grinning, she gestured grandly. "They've literally got everything Yuuri, I'm sure you're going to like more than just that one song."
"I'm sure," he agreed, if only to placate her. Glancing down at his phone at last, Yuuri read over the texts he'd been sent. [I'm beside myself with excitement Yuuri Love, how do you do it to me?] [Wait, are we dressing casual? I've already forgotten. I dressed casual.]
And your version of casual is so typical...
"There, now it's on your calendar!" his sister announced, grinning at her handiwork. "Now you have no excuse to miss it. I will murder you if you forget."
"That's nice," Yuuri said absently, looking up at his sister. "Look, I hate to be rude, but I need you to leave." It was rather blunt, but he was nervous and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to mix Viktor and the rest of his life. After all, what had happened the last time he'd done similar... No, best to keep everything separate.
Besides, it wasn't as if it was going to go anywhere.
"What, why?" Mari whined, never mind the fact that she had broken into his apartment in the first place. "Are you hiding something from me?" she asked suspiciously. "You're hiding something, what are you hiding?"
"NOThing," Yuuri half yelled, half hissed. "Come on, Mari, there's a reason I moved out. Unlike you, I like to have my own space."
"You had your own space," Mari insisted, instantly picking the age old argument right back up again. "You didn't even have to pay for it."
Herding her out of the room, Yuuri muttered, "Yeah well, I needed space from that space. After-" No, don't go there again. It doesn't matter, it's over, forget it. "Everything that happened there. Especially after everything that happened. But can we please not have have this argument again right at this moment?"
Allowing herself to be pushed out the door, Mari stared after her brother in sadness. "We miss you, you know? Mom and Dad, everyone. We want you back. Honestly Yuuri, it was a year ago, how were you to have known? No one blames you for what happened. It was all an-"
Yuuri grabbed one of Mari's hands and used it to cover her mouth. "I mean it," he said, mouth drawing into a tight frown. "I'm not going to talk about this. Bye Mari." And with that, he shut the door in her face.
After a few moments, he could hear his sister's footsteps retreat down the stairs. Taking a deep breath, Yuuri sank against the door with a pained look on his face, despite his best efforts to keep it at bay.
No, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to think about it tonight. Right now, he was going to think about the date that he was going on in less than ten minutes and he was going to think about Viktor, even though that particular topic made him unbelievably nervous.
Glancing at the mirror he had hanging up in his hallway, Yuuri looked at himself one more time. He'd styled his hair so it mostly sat out of his face, with just a few strands hanging down to either side. He'd tried to go with casual clothes. Light shirt, brown leather jacket and light blue jeans that definitely showed off whatever good features he had. Not that I want Viktor to stare at my ass! But if he happened to, at least it looked nice...
Stupid! It's just dinner, right? That's all we agreed on. Did I agree to something else? Do I want something else? Why am I thinking about this, I'm getting too far ahead of myself. He's probably just being nice. AUGH! Giving up, Yuuri abandoned the mirror for the rest of his tiny apartment.
Desperately wanting to pace but determined not to, Yuuri forced himself to tidy up, just in case Viktor, for whatever reason, came in. Not that he would. Hell, someone as rich as he seems to be, he'll probably send a fricken footman up to knock on my door. It was uncharitable, especially because he had something more factual to base his assumptions off of, but he was nervous.
And nerves made him think really stupid things.
Pushing the chairs back into place after his little spat with his sister, Yuuri sighed. He was being stupid. Really he should just suck it up and respond to Viktor before-
There was a knock at his door.
Instantly scrambling, Yuuri found himself racing around his apartment, grabbing for his wallet, his front door keys, and his glasses, just in case his contacts fell out. Crap crap crap, just answer the door! Racing towards it, Yuuri flung open the door and almost crashed into the man on the other side of it.
He looked devastating, dressed in an open flannel shirt with a dark grey tee shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes and a pair of comfortable looking jeans that still managed to show just how long his legs were, Viktor made Yuuri feel like he was wearing rags compared to him. Smiling down at him, Viktor's eyes lit up and instantly a flush made its way across Yuuri's face. It only deepened when the Russian man unexpectedly reached forward and brushed long delicate fingers across Yuuri's cheek, almost as if he was marveling at the sight before him.
"Yuuri," he breathed, almost as if he were saying the name for the first time. Almost as if it meant something new. Unable to look away, helpless under even such a small touch from Viktor, Yuuri simply stared up into turquoise eyes like he was in a trance. His hands are so soft...
But then Viktor seemed to remember himself and he dropped his hand. "You look beautiful Flower. Those jeans are making me think some very impure thoughts, I hope you aren't doing that on purpose~" When Yuuri only blushed and tried to stammer out some sort of answer, Viktor laughed melodically and touched Yuuri's arm. "So, are you ready to go Love?"
Nodding, Yuuri managed, "Yes, absolutely Viktor."
Purring like a cat that had gotten the cream, the Russian man put a more confidant arm around Yuuri's waist and like that, the boy was lost.
A/N: Next chapter should be longer and more satisfying. I know I know, it's shit! But come on, you're enjoying it anyway, right? *wheedles annoyingly* It's adorable, admit it. And come on, you all want Viktor to kiss him~
That gave me an idea!
Laters~