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By the next morning, Viktor’s Inn was complete chaos.
Viktor glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall, hoping Yuuri didn’t have to see this mess. He wanted to make a good impression, not...whatever this was.
“Yuri! I told you to have breakfast ready by eight thirty! Our guest could be here at any time!” Viktor screeched.
He got no reply from him, but that was Yuri for you. Viktor sighed and put a hand on his hip.
“Is it almost ready?” Viktor questioned, growing impatient. “Yuri?”
He heard the sound of something being thrown against the wall and flinched. Suddenly, the door to the kitchen flew open, and there stood a very angry Yuri. Yuri was practically growling as he pointed a spatula in Viktor’s face.
“If you don’t shut up, you can come cook the damn breakfast yourself! This isn’t even in my job description!”
Viktor waved a hand at Yuri and shooed him back into the kitchen. “Da, point taken. Just hurry.”
Yuri looked at him with a face of utter annoyance and crossed his arms.
“Please, Yurio. I'm a lonely man.” Viktor added, throwing in the puppy dog eyes to really sell it.
Yuri sighed and ran his free hand through his hair.
“Fine. But I better get payed extra for this, old man!” Yuri said threateningly, waving the spatula in Viktor’s face again.
With a huff, Yuri turned his back on Viktor and went back to scrambling eggs and flipping pancakes.
Viktor smiled brightly and returned to the dining room, awaiting his special guests. A few minutes later, Yuri came out of the kitchen with two large platters, loaded with pancakes and eggs. He set them on the table along with some powdered sugar and jam for the pancakes.
“What, no toast?” Viktor teased.
Yuri glared and plopped into the chair across from Viktor angrily.
“Maybe there would have been if you’d have helped any.”
“Touché”
Yuri grabbed a clean plate from the table and began eagerly filling it with food, until Viktor swatted at his hands and pulled the food away.
“What?!” Yuri exclaimed, his mouth agape.
Viktor furrowed his eyebrows and gave him a stern look.
“It’s rude to eat without our guest.”
Yuri stared at him, trying to grasp what the man was asking of him.
“We never wait for guests to eat. Ever. You’re telling me that this one specific guest is so important, that I can’t even have a fucking pancake before he shows up?”
Viktor nodded curtly and turned his nose up.
“Da, exactly. I’m glad you understand.”
Yuri groaned in frustration and jabbed an accusatory finger at Viktor. If he’s not here in ten minutes, I promise you that these pancakes will find their way right up your-”
“Um,”
Both of them turned to look in the direction of the noise, and saw Yuuri standing there, looking mildly uncomfortable. And ohmygod, he was still in that glorious crop top. Yuri stifled a laugh and Viktor stomped on his foot under the table.
“Bastard!” Yuri mumbled under his breath.
“I hope I’m not intruding on something.” Yuuri said, look away awkwardly.
Viktor stood up from his chair and showed Yuuri to a spot at the table.
“Of course not! We were just talking about you, actually.” Viktor stated confidently, making things up as he went.
A faint smile played at the corners of Yuuri’s lips. “Oh?”
Viktor nodded as he placed plates in front of the guest, Yuri, and himself.
“It’s just that you’re so mysterious! You showed up pretty late last night, so I didn’t have time to ask you anything about yourself. Yuri was pretty curious about you aswell.” Viktor said, aiming a wink at Yuri.
Yuri huffed and opened his mouth to correct him. “That’s not what-”
Viktor interrupted him by shoving a pancake in Yuri's mouth, then turned fondly towards Yuuri.
“So, what’s your name, for starters?”
Yuuri paused in piling his plate with food to answer Viktor.
“My name is Katsuki Yuuri.”
Yuri glared at him from across the table, and Yuuri stared back, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute.
“Wow! Two Yuris in one room. What a coincidence!” Viktor said with a laugh, kicking Yuri under the table and giving him a look that couldn’t have said “behave” more clearly.
Yuuri smiled politely and began eating his breakfast at a rapid pace.
“I was starving. Haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.” Yuuri said, his words sounding muffled from all the pancakes he was eating.
“Oh my! Well it’s lucky that you found Chris’ shop yesterday, then!” Viktor babbled.
“Yep. So very lucky.” Yuuri said sarcastically, gesturing to his outfit.
Yuri snorted and pushed his plate away, standing up so fast that Viktor thought his chair might fall over.
“Okay, I’ve had enough of this small talk. Beka will be here soon, so I’ll wait outside for him.” Yuri declared, taking his apron off and hanging in on the wall, trading it for his leather jacket and bike helmet.
“But Yuri, your shift doesn’t end for another hour!” Viktor stammered.
Yuri was already at the door, pausing briefly to answer Viktor. “I don’t care! Take it out of my paycheck!” and with that, he slammed it shut and left to see Otabek. Viktor didn’t even want to know what those two got up to in their free time.
Viktor sighed and looked over to Yuuri, who was still eating his breakfast, seemingly undisturbed.
“Sorry about that. Teenagers, you know?”
Yuuri nodded and smiled sympathetically. “Yeah. He’s lucky that you keep him employed here, with that attitude, though.”
Viktor let out a small laugh and nodded. “He’s a pain, but I rather like his company. His personality grows on you.”
Yuuri said nothing to that, letting the conversation die out there.
“So…” Viktor started. “How about some new clothes? Something more comfortable, maybe?”
Yuuri looked at him like he’d just offered him gold.
“Please. I’ll owe you.” Yuuri begged.
Viktor waved his hand at that, standing up from the table and motioning for Yuuri to follow. “It’s fine. It’s just clothes, after all.”
Viktor unlocked a door off to the side of the dining room and sashayed over to the closet.
As Viktor ruffled through his closet trying to find something that would fit Yuuri, Yuuri looked around the room.
There was a messily made bed in the center of the room, a small vanity, and the biggest closet Yuuri had ever seen in his life. It took up an entire wall, and looked to be overflowing with expensive clothing and designer brands.
How could the owner of a bed and breakfast own this? All of the clothes in there must have cost a small fortune. There had to be more to Viktor than met the eye, and Yuuri would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued.
“Hm..” Viktor hummed, grabbing several outfits from his closet. “Try these.”
He passed the clothes to Yuuri and ushered him into the luxurious bathroom.
“I hope they fit alright!” Viktor said to himself, more than Yuuri.
A few minutes later, Yuuri came out in one of the outfits. It was a simple white button down shirt and a pair of black dress pants. Yuuri was thankful that Viktor hadn’t loaned him anything too extravagant. He would feel awkward wearing something that probably cost more than he got payed in a month.
“Wow~” Viktor admired. “You look better in it than I do.”
Yuuri blushed and tugged at his sleeve. “Thanks...”
Walking back over to his closet, Viktor grabbed a cloth bag and put the rest of the outfits that he’d picked out for Yuuri in it, plus the crop top and shorts, and handed it to him.
“There. Now you can carry them back to your room.”
Yuuri accepted the bag and bowed his head slightly in thanks. “I can’t thank you enough.”
Viktor grabbed Yuuri’s hand and led him out of his bedroom and back into the dining room.
“Why don’t you take those back up to your room, then we can talk more about your situation.” Viktor suggested.
Yuuri nodded and wiggled his hand free of Viktor’s grasp, already walking up the stairs.
“That would be great. I really need to get home as soon as possible.”
Viktor watched him walk up the stairs and frowned, feeling lonely already. The perfect man showed up right on his doorstep, and the universe expected him to let him go that easily? No way! Viktor was going to make the process of getting Yuuri home as slow and tedious as possible. Maybe he could even convince Yuuri to stay…
“That’s crazy.” Viktor chided himself, feeling foolish for thinking such childish things. Why would Yuuri want to stay with him, anyway?
Before Viktor could think anymore on the subject, Yuuri walked back into the room.
“Hey, before we do anything else, can I use a phone? I really need to call home so my family doesn’t get worried.” Yuuri explained.
Viktor nodded in assurance, pulling his cellphone from his pocket. “Of course.”
Yuuri walked into the the other room and called his family, Viktor listening to the sound of muffled voices.
Viktor was truly an idiot, and he knew it. Who falls for a stranger?