Errr, when I first typed this up yesterday I expected 5 favorites and 7 follows, max. When I just checked the story like two minutes ago.. I nearly had a heart attack.

Guys.

22 FAVORITES AND 31 FOLLOWS.

Oh my god xD

Thank you all for loving this rinky dink of a fanfiction, and since I was so surprised and delighted with the positive response, I couldn't not write the next chapter right away.

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Yuuri was absolutely horrified.

Not only was this his first day, but he had actually managed to trip over his own feet and spill all that coffee and tea of Viktor Nikiforov. As in the man voted to be the most delicious man alive seven years straight, the man who Yuuri had been fawning over since the age of twelve, and also the man that Yuuri was currently collapsed on top of.

Sputtering, Yuuri repeatedly apologized, wailing with trauma internally as his face went a deep magenta.

However, this was certainly not the reaction he had thought he would receive. He expected anger, maybe even a potential slap.

But Viktor only chuckled, one that had shivers up Yuuri's spine but also nearly got tears to appear cause god this divine-like actor was laughing at him – only for the Russian to give him a smile that nearly caused Yuuri to spontaneously combust.

"Please… Call me Viktor." Oh god; the sultry and absolutely this should be illegal voice of his nearly made Yuuri swoon and oh my god he's kissing my hand!

Yuuri could only gape as Viktor's smooth lips made contact with the back of his hand, peppering a small kiss onto the knuckles. Yuuri could feel the red spread not only to his ears but slowly creep down to his neck.

"Mister Nikiforov! Get off him, you stupid intern!"

And Yuuri couldn't help but let out a small gasp of pain and surprise as he was shoved off of Viktor, his body hitting the stone floor and causing a sharp sensation run throughout his nervous system.

Blinking rapidly and with slight tears because of the pain, Yuuri looked up to see a young woman try to frantically clean Viktor up, her red hair pinned back by a butterfly clip and her blouse definitely not suited for children.

Now of course a sting of jealousy flashed through Yuuri; he should have known. There was no way that Viktor didn't have a lover, he was famous and rich and could get any woman he wanted.

"Ugh," Yuuri muttered to himself, slowly getting up and wincing because of the sticky liquid now drying slowly.

"Excuse me."

Viktor's hum of voice caused Yuuri to look up once more, but this time it was not addressed to him, but to the woman who had been leaning over Viktor while trying not-so-subtly to show her chest. Yuuri blinked. Viktor's tone was… different. So was his wide smile, which was fake and too big and looked almost angry. Oh no. He must be pissed because of Yuuri's mistake.

"You're fired."

Eh?

The woman blinked. "F… Fired?"

"Yes," Viktor continued to say in a happy voice, his lips still set in a wide smile as he stood up, not paying at all attention to the stickiness of his costume.

"W… What?! Why! That imbecile was the one who knocked you over!" The woman shrieked, pointing a shaky finger in Yuuri's direction.

All eyes went to him, and the Japanese man blushed in embarrassment and shame.

Viktor's smile seemed to dim and his eyes grew darker as he leaned down slightly to the woman's height. "And you just pushed that imbecile onto the floor."

He straightened up and walked over to Yuuri, who was growing nervous with each step. Oh god. Here it comes. He was going to get fired too, and his first day wasn't even over.

"Are you alright?"

That question was definitely unexpected. Yuuri's eyes were wide as he tilted his chin up slightly to see Viktor's face because surely he was acting or joking.

Viktor's breathtaking blue eyes held nothing but sincerity and worry, and oh my god he's way too close.

"I-I'm fine! Fine!" Yuuri squealed, stepping rapidly back. The scent of his cologne still stuck to him, no matter how far he went.

"I'm glad," Viktor smiled, and Yuuri nearly whimpered, because why was Viktor being so nice and showing him that real smile to him but a fake grin to everyone else?

Yuuri couldn't help but let out a yelp as Viktor took a hold of his hand – the one he had kissed before and was still tingling from the touch – and brought him closer.

"Um – m-mister Nikiforov – " Yuuri stuttered, trying to pull away but failing. Has his face ever been more red?

"Please leave," Viktor smiled at the red-haired woman. "One of the security guards will take you to the exit. Have a nice day."

"Urgh!" She screamed, throwing a tantrum as one of the said guards immediately reacted to Viktor's words and dragged her away by the arm.

"Now…"

A hand grasped Yuuri's chin gently, forcing him to tilt his face up and meet those cerulean eyes.

Viktor clicked his tongue as he turned Yuuri's head from side to side softly, not liking the scratch on his right cheek he had just discovered. "How about you and I grab some lunch? I'm rather disappointed, your pretty face is ruined by that hideous scratch."

"Um…" Did Viktor just call him pretty? Someone call the ambulance, Yuuri was about to have a heart attack. "O-Okay."

"Wonderful!" Viktor trilled, turning his head to stare at the crew, who had all gone deathly silent during the event. "Someone get a band-aid and cancel my plans for this evening. I have a darling snowflake to attend to."

"Y-Yes!" Someone yelled, and they all rushed back to work, one person fulfilling half of Viktor's request and bringing over a box of water-proof band-aids.

Viktor hummed in thanks as he took it and gently pulled Yuuri by the hand over to a table.

"So, my dear snowflake…" Viktor cooed, taking out a medium sized one and carefully peeling off the white plastic from the back. "May I know your name?"

"Ka… Y-Yuuri. Yuuri Katsuki," Yuuri said nervously, trying to avoid eye contact as Viktor plastered on the band-aid with care.

"There. Now your lovely face will heal," Viktor smiled, his blue eyes shining as he cupped Yuuri's left cheek with a hand.

Yuuri was surprised by how warm and… comforting Viktor's touch was.

"Now how about that lunch I was talking about?" Viktor continued, already shrugging off the outer layer of his costume and revealing a simple white tee shirt underneath. Thankfully, the coffee hadn't seeped in for long enough and the shirt was left clean. Another intern quickly rushed up to hand Viktor his regular clothing.

"W… Where are we going?" Yuuri sputtered, cause this was surely a dream come true.

"Anywhere you want, darling Yuuri~" Viktor grinned, slipping on a thin white and red jacket.

"Mister Nikiforov – " Yuuri pleaded. "I really don't think this is necessary, I-I don't want to cause any trouble in your life – "

"Mou~" Viktor pouted, grasping Yuuri's hand and gently tugging him to follow. "I thought I said to call me Viktor!"

"… Nikiforov-san – "

Now Viktor knew enough from his travels to know Japanese, and he also knew that adding that honorific still meant the same thing as mister Nikiforov.

"Viktor!"

"Nikiforov-sama, then – "

"That's even worse!"

"V… Viktor-san?"

Viktor held back another pout. It would do for now, he supposed.

He would have to convince his snowflake to think better later, but as of the moment, Viktor wanted to eat with this beauty.

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Lol I really like how this turned out because I honestly think this would be Viktor's reaction when he sees Yuuri for the first time in an AU.

Like Viktor's the puppy kind of lover; touchy, clingy, and absolutely wanting of attention. It makes me squeal just thinking about it.

(Meanwhile Yurio is the kitten type of lover xD)

Sorry it's shorter than the last chapter, but this was typed in a hurry and also again in one setting.

Btw, I really recommend listening to music when writing. Not any type of music, but music that would motivate you for that specific story. For example, since this is about Yuuri and Viktor, I have a playlist for them with Yuri On Ice and Agape and Eros and all of that.

Just a tip :

Okay, until the next chapter, and please review~ They feed this hungry author.