As the morning sun rises, a sleeping figure is roused from the dreamland when light streams through the window. Grumbling and attempting to get back to sleep but failing, said figure slowly sits up, rubbing the sand of sleep from her eyes.

'Huh? Where am I?' The female, now more awake, wonders as she let her eyes roam the room she is currently in. 'This is not my room...'Puzzled by her surroundings, she shifted lightly, drawing her attention to her naked state- Wait..NAKED!?

An abrupt realization slams into her conscious, making her look down at her body and state of dress. 'What the fuck am I doing naked!?'Normally, she would be a nice, polite, gentle and ladylike young woman who refuses to utter even a single curse word. However, today, she thinks that her current situation warrants the use of said language. 'Afterall, I'm naked in an unknown room with no recollection of last night, like how I got here. What can be worse than this?'As if to answer her question and to disprove her thought of nothing can be worse, a gentle rustling invaded her senses. 'Huh?'Turning her head quickly, the sight that greeted her can be alternately classified as her greatest fantasy and worse nightmare.

"Yuuri! Goodmorning!" One Viktor Nikiforov greeted cheerfully, unknowing of the chaos his appearance created in Yuuri's poor mind.

'I never thought I would be the type of person to land in this situation...' was Yuuri's thought as she tried to process the fact that Viktor Nikiforov,the VIKTOR NIKIFOROV, is with her, much less in a bed and way much less slept with him. 'Oh My Fucking God- I SLEPT with Viktor Nikiforov!' If the repeated mentions of his name is not enough of an indication of how much Yuuri thought it to be possible, then the saying "never in a million years" may not be enough to describe how impossible she had deemed it to be.

It was naive of Yuuri, to think that she would never meet and interact with Viktor considering her field but her idolization of him probably influences what she thinks is possible or impossible. Viktor, to her, had been a pillar of inspiration and the perfect visualization of career gone right. He is the King Skater, unbeatable and way out of her league. And right now that king skater is right next to her naked and talking to her flirtatiously. Good God, he IS here! Please let this be a nightmare!'"-uri! Oi, Yuuri~ Yuuri-chan, ohayou~~"

Steeling her self while still inwardly having a psychotic breakdown she asks Viktor-"Why are you here?" Wait-wrong question!'

"A-ahh I mean, wha-what happened Nikiforov-san?"

"Yuuri, why so formal? You called me Viktor last night!"

"A-Well...I..kinda don't remember much about last night..."'or anything for that matter..'

Visibly, Viktor's face fell, the disappointment 'and was that hurt?' he was feeling evident in his expression.

Before any kind of conversation can continue, Yuuri's phone started pinging, hundreds of notifications coming from her social media.

'When did I turn on my phone? I don't remember...'

The constant pinging brought Yuuri back into the present, the non-stop flow of it irritating her. 'Just what is up with this day?'

Yuuri pushed the current situation she is in to the side, wanting to avoid feeling like would explode. She grabbed her phone, the notifications greeting her as soon as the screen lit up. Clicking the first one, she almost double-takes when her mind processed what the picture contains. What is in the picture stuns her to a zombie-like state, her soul flying out of her mouth like a white, deflating balloon.

Dazedly, Yuuri notes Viktor moving towards her and what she is looking at, the picture...THE PICTURE!!

"Oh! I didn't think it would take them that long to post it! Hahaha, Chris is probably the one that took that photo! I'd have to ask him for a copy." That was Viktor's very nonchalant and calm reaction to it.

Damn it Viktor! You're not supposed to be calm when a picture of you kissing a fellow skater at a banquet got posted on social media!