Yuuri had hugged him.

Viktor shook his head, believing he must have been imagining things, but even while his eyes were closed he could feel Yuuri's arms around him. Although Viktor knew that he should pull away, he couldn't do it; he just held his arms above himself, trying to not wrap his arms around Yuuri in turn. He loved the feeling of Yuuri's body against his, and he—

Viktor shook away the thought. What the hell was wrong with him?

Viktor felt the heat rising in his cheeks, knowing this would ruin his reputation with the band. He kept telling himself that he hated the History Makers; that he hated Yuuri.

But as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't think that was true anymore.

No. Not anymore. He didn't think he'd ever hated Yuuri in the first place.

Viktor was thankful when Yuuri pulled away. His presence was threatening his self-control, but Viktor refused to admit the fact that he truly wanted Yuuri to hug him again. He didn't realize that he was leaning forward to return the gesture until Yuuri's smile turned into a look of shock. He'd been able to control himself at the last moment, but he cursed himself for getting that close.

Plus, judging from Yuuri's reaction, he'd gotten what Viktor had stopped himself from doing.

And he smiled.

Yuuri's set was over too quickly. When he picked up that guitar, he set the entire crowd ablaze, including Viktor. He didn't know that Yuuri could play guitar. He was also amazing at it.

He wondered if Yuuri could ki—

Viktor shook his head again, dislodging the thought before it could take root in his mind. Viktor was starting to ACTUALLY hate Yuuri now, because no woman—or man—had ever made him question himself like Yuuri did. Viktor hated questioning himself; he loved feeling confident. It was something that he rarely got to appreciate, but this moment was one of those rare times. He looked away, unable to keep a smile off his face as he stared at Yuuri, even after his performance was over.

Viktor knew that Yuuri would detest it, but he forced a glare at Yuuri's band-mates. When he saw Yuuri, he stared at him for a moment. Yuuri didn't look mad though. He looked amused. Viktor's glare was almost twice as horrifying now, a look of pure hate, and he knew it.

Then Yuuri grinned. He walked over to Viktor, smiling enormously. Standing right in front of him, he leaned forward, whispering -Davai- in his ear.

Viktor, again, felt his restraint ebbing away. Then Yuuri pulled away.

And winked.

Viktor completely lost it. He leaned forward, gaining enough control to veer from his face. He hugged him, hard, muttering,

"удачи (thank you)." Yuuri choked, flinging his arms up in a very similar way to Viktor's movements before the performance. But this time was different, because this time…

…Yuuri hugged him back.

Yuuri then pulled away, smiling the biggest smile Viktor had ever seen. Viktor, enthralled, looked into Yuuri's eyes, noticing something he found strange. Yuuri's eyes were sparkling, but not from happiness. They were sparkling with—

Yuuri turned around, smiling again before walking back stage. He didn't look back once. Viktor called his name, but he didn't answer. He just walked away.

Again.

"And here we have the second band up, Stay Close to Me. I wonder how they'll fare after History Makers' performance. They captured the audience's attention the moment they walked on stage. Can Stay Close to Me top that?" The man gestured to Viktor, who was mad again.

Yuuri did that, then just walked away? Why the hell would he do that? He thought Yuuri understood him.

Unless it was just an act.

Viktor snarled, facing the crowd again. He was determined to beat Yuuri. Even though he'd only moments ago wanted to give up the competition to help with History Makers' popularity, he rid himself of that thought the moment Yuuri walked away from him. He couldn't believe Yuuri, copying the events of last year.

"Well beat these guys to the dirt. Придурки." Viktor searched the crowd for Yuuri. Upon finding him, he shot him the most horrifying and deadly stare that he could, and Yuuri stepped back, clearly confused.

Viktor assumed he was faking it again. Yuuri mouthed something as he stared, terrified, at Viktor. Viktor made it out as Russian, then it was English. Придурки. He translated it.

How did Yuuri know Russian?

Viktor shook off his uneasy feeling, glaring at the rest of the History Makers. He wasn't going to be fooled this time.

It didn't even occur to him that the only person he was fooling was himself.

"The song we're doing is called 'White Caps'," growled Viktor into the mic, turning back to his band mates.

"Let's show them hell," he muttered devilishly. The others grinned, Otabek smirking at Viktor.

"Yes, boss."

The song was incredible. It was definitely not their best performance, but it was still amazing. Viktor copied last year, singing to Yuuri.

But this time, it was menacing.

He sneered at Yuuri, hurt him emotionally. The look he was giving Viktor in return was very different from the one the year before. Last year, he'd looked condescending, but also frightened. This year, he looked like Viktor had killed his lover.

Which, in a way, he had.

"What? TO SIEZE REVENGE," he sang, marveling at how well the lyrics went with his actions. Viktor felt in control; like he had enough power to control the world. When the song was over, he laughed manically under his breath. The look of hopelessness Yuuri was giving him tore a part of his heart, but Viktor didn't stop. He flipped him off, knowing he would lose sportsmanship points but not entirely caring.

Yuuri cried.

The tears rolled down his face, staining his cheeks and reddening his eyes. Yuuri covered his mouth. He looked confused, but mostly hurt.

Hurt beyond belief.

Yuuri ran, forcing his way through the crowd as he sobbed. Viktor hated the part of him that felt bad, but he couldn't avoid it. Viktor stood there, his middle finger sticking up in the air…

…tears rolling down his face in much the same way as Yuuri's had.

What was wrong with him? He was crying again. He didn't even know why. He'd just gotten Yuuri back for what he'd done to him.

But then it occurred to Viktor.

Yuuri hadn't done anything.

It was Viktor.

It was always Viktor.

He collapsed onto the stage, his legs on either side of him as he buried his head in his hands, crying harder than ever before.