"H-Hold on, Viktor! Where exactly are we going?"
Yuuri was panting already and signalled for Viktor to stop. Viktor was holding on to Yuuri's wrist, which made the Japanese feel butterflies in his stomach. He tried to push these thoughts away but to no avail. Slowing their pace, Viktor let go and lifted Makkachin of the ground,hugging his dog like a baby. The sight of it made Yuuri scream a little on the inside. He really could not decide who was cuter.
"Sorry for just grabbing your wrist and running off like that. I'm just afraid you wouldn't accept my offer. Of coming to my house for dinner, that is," Viktor said bashfully and blushed slightly.
Yuuri stammered like and idiot and replied," W-why would I-I ever t-turn down your o-offer?"
Viktor shrugged but felt the end of his lips tug. He had never seen anyone this nervous in front of him before. Well, nervous and cute. They agreed and headed to Viktor's apartment, which was only a short distance away.
Viktor quickly unlocked his door when they had arrived and Yuuri was surprised at how his apartment was not a huge as he had thought.
"Welcome to my humble dwelling!" Viktor cassually announced as he took of his coat. Yuuri giggled and stood by the couch awkwardly.
Viktor immediately served him a glass of juice and told him to make himself comfortable. Yuuri smiled to himself whilst looking through the pictures he had took. Assuming that Viktor was busy preparing their dinner, Yuuri seized his chance of deleting the first few pictures he had took of Viktor at the park. Yes, he desperately wanted to keep them but letting Viktor find out would be way more embarassing.
"Yuuri," Viktor spoke as he stood against a wall, making Yuuri jump. "I saw those pictures already, no point deleting them. Just thought you should know."
The Russian man winked at Yuuri, making him a nervous wreck. Viktor went back in and Yuuri sighed deeply, switching his camera off. Oh god, what is he going to think of me now?!