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"A little more to the side— excellent!"
Viktor was used to having a partner in some of his sponsor photoshoots, he could loop arms around the others' shoulder if he finds it mutual for them while flashing what seemed to be an appropriate smile for the camera. In his defense, it was fun when he was younger. The theme was mostly lively and adorable, highlighting his youth and at the same time shows skating, his forte.
It changed when he reached twenty, leaving his teenage life. To tell them honestly, Viktor is not ashamed of showing off some skin, especially if it's him who offers it sometimes. He takes care of his body, he is fit and muscular enough for a skater so it will not hurt his pride to showcase his hard work.
"Bring your shoulders together— perfect! This is lovely!"
Since then, he started receiving offers from different brands to model for. Yakov told him it's fine but he gets to choose what fits to his schedule, saying they are just temporary and he should focus on his upcoming season, Viktor agrees. Who would want to drop their titles, Viktor doesn't want to let his country down.
"One last shot!"
"Do you mind?"
Viktor glances aside, her elbow resting on his left shoulder to bring a closer look whilst posing for the camera. He was seated on a velvet sofa with a fake background of classical paintings and an antique vase, Viktor won't call it low budget when the set has the newest camera equipped.
"He says closer, you can hold my waist, I don't mind." she whispers, suggestively but Viktor didn't want to find it a move.
The problem is he minds, he's not someone to casually loop his arms around anyone's body to look intimate, he is clingy but only to one that owns his affection and especially not to imply a double meaning to the public. Media likes to twist stories.
"You can sit, the arm rest must be uncomfortable." he suggested instead, looking back at the camera with more sharp glare until they called it done.
The staff group themselves quickly, one handing Viktor a bottle of water and a fan to wipe off the beads of sweat forms on his forehead throughout the photoshoot. He couldn't see where Lilia was seated but he hopes she's near to pull him out the crowded room. Viktor likes the attention but right now, he was deprived of someone's attention.
"That went well, hope to work with you again Viktor."
Natalia, the one he's working with under the same sponsor, spoke up to him. Still wearing the black coat since they are modeling the winter collection. Viktor felt hot under the double layer, they really should try staying in his apartment during the winter season and as if he isn't used to going to the rink in the middle of a freezing street in his tracksuit. He can rock the winter fashion but doubts Yakov will let him live.
"Well, I hope to see after the pictures are out but great work. Thank you." he says, flashing a polite smile before turning away. "Lilia?"
Viktor sees her tall and lean frame standing on the side with fair treatment. He laughed silently, there's no way they would let Lilia Baranovskaya stand on the side. To see her is overwhelming, exchanging convo is intimidating and Lilia staring back is a nice self destruction. He wondered how Yakov convinced her to switch in accompanying Viktor to the photoshoot.
"We need to have a talk about your posture, that was the most terrible feign of elegance I've seen from you Viktor."
Just like Yakov in the kiss and cry, Lilia will not let this chance slip of lecturing him about forgetting stance.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
"All the best in the upcoming nationals!"
After declining an invitation for a celebratory drink, they leave the set in a heartbeat. Maybe only Viktor, he hurries in the lift and waits for Lilia to click their floor. Now he was glued to his phone, he hadn't been able to check it for a while. Dismissing the ones from instagram and twitter, he directs to messages.
"I was told his flight was delayed, he would stay until then."
Viktor pulled out his phone quickly, eager to see if he had received a message from Yuuri. He neglects instagram and twitter, freely clicking the message icon and refreshing for the newest message. There it is, Yuuri's nickname pops at the top with dozens of hearts, Viktor wants the message to stay on it but there's no way he could pin it up.
"You should call Katsuki tonight before his flight gets fixed."
Viktor was amused when he looked at Lilia, registering the words from her. It's not everyday someone pushes him to facetime Yuuri for the reason that he always whines when it's time to end their call.
"I'm not doing a favor for you. Our flight is in the afternoon tomorrow, don't stay up late before I ask him to decline all your calls."
Viktor takes it back, she is cruel.
Viktor agrees to have room service instead of takeout. He can't feel the hunger yet, all he was eager to call Yuuri when he entered his suite. Tossing the last piece of clothing and slipping into a quick shower, he was glancing at the time to check, Yuuri should be awake now. Viktor rushed and rested the clay mask on his face and a robe before jumping on bed and beaming like a teenager calling his crush. The fuzzy feeling started to warm his stomach and he was flipping to hear his call go through.
"Yuuri answer the call now.." he whined at the pillow clutch on his chest, why he was nervous staring at the blank screen with nothing but Yuuri's name. He was getting work up after not seeing him almost a week, Viktor will not hesitate to jump at him if he dares to show up—
"Hi—"
"Yuuri! I miss you!"
There he was, Yuuri's raven hair and brown orbs staring sleepily on the screen. His hair sticking everywhere in the pillow and a little drool on the side. His cheeks were squishy from laying down, the fabric of his loose t-shirt slipping off his shoulder and exposing the warmth of his shoulder blades. Viktor would love to bite that collarbone, it's alluring to not to when Yuuri is submissive like this. Yuuri looks so inviting and tempting, Viktor will trade anything to have this look every morning— he isn't far from reaching that dream.
He was pulled from his reverie when Yuuri giggles, sounds weak from sleep but still adorable.
"I miss you too Viktor," he says softly, Viktor felt like blowing his cheeks in air to reduce the smile he couldn't talk, rendering him speechless. "You're on step six of skin care, why didn't you finish it first before calling me?"
His Yuuri really knows everything, even memorizing his ten steps skin care routine after a heavy photoshoot.
"I couldn't wait, I just got back from the shoot and now free from everyone else. I'm excited to call you, weren't you excited too?" he pouts.
Yuuri's camera shakes, showing the color peach comforter and managing to include his wooden floor in the frame. When it stopped moving, he was seated and resting against the window, showing the light threatening to slip between his white curtains. Viktor thinks he's unconsciously enthralling, Yuuri's accidental eros would get him on his grave one day, he wouldn't mind if it included crushing himself in his thigh.
"You're so beautiful Yuuri," he says, but couldn't stop himself from showing any more affection.
"Silly, I just woke up and probably look like a heavy mess unlike you."
Viktor stops fidgeting at the edge of the pillow and gasps. "Yuuri I'm offended!"
"What?"
"You know your morning looks are my favorite! I would trade my shampoo to see it every morning!"
"Shampoo? Is that how I am worth for you Viktor?"
Viktor stares a good second before shaking his head. "Of course not! Even if it's expensive— you're priceless Yuuri! You are my favorite!"
It made Yuuri giggle again and Viktor cherished the sound, he wanted to hear it personally.
"I'm flattered though you're my second— wait, no, you're like my fourth favorite."
He sat leaning comfortably against the headboard, the pillow falling from his lap and stared wide in shock. "Gasps. How could you!"
"What? That's true, Vicchan takes the first spot then Makka, skating grabs the third that's why you lay on fourth. Sounds fair to me,"
"It can't be possible, I should be the first in your list!"
Yuuri is teasing, Viktor can tell from the cute wrinkles his eyes do when he is laughing. His shoulders are shaking from the carefree laughter.
"I called because I miss you but here you are and hurting me, do you not love me anymore Yuuri?"
At that, Yuuri could barely contain his laughter; he couldn't even look at the screen without failing to hide it.
"Nothing's funny Yuuri, I'm gonna cry!" he threatened but the small tug of a smile betrayed his words. "Go on, look at you laughing at my misery. Yurio will never let me live with it—"
"Oh, katsudon! Katsudon takes fourth place Viktor! How dare I forget my eros!"
Viktor accepts the defeat of losing his rank with an audible gasp of sadness, the clay mask didn't help he is probably looking like a sad clown now.
"I never know this is how our love story will end Yuuri," he trails off.
"I'm joking Vitya, go wash off that, I want to see your face."
Viktor fights back a smile and brings his phone with him in the bathroom, setting it on the side so it won't get soaked but make sure he is visible and Yuuri is watching.
"You can do the rest, I'm just gonna watch you here."
"I'd like that," he teased before lowering himself and opening the faucet to brisk water on his face. He then uses wet wipes to brush off the remaining clays and puff his cheeks to check his chin. He grabs the moisturizer and pinch a point before massaging it in circle motion from his forehead down to his chin. He was enjoying the way Yuuri followed him through the screen, he's so attentive Viktor thinks it's endearing.
"I think your forehead is pretty cute."
He looks flatly on the screen, his hand stopping from applying the white cream. What got to his boyfriend and he likes to tease him today.
"Makes me want to kiss it."
Viktor couldn't even find a reason to sulk, not when Yuuri blocked his possible comeback and flirts with him suddenly. He felt his heart swelling, he would faint if Yuuri continued.
He pouts. "Do it,"
"Hm, soon. I'll give you lots of kisses."
Viktor bites the inside of his cheeks, his inner child jumping in happiness. He would fight anyone to be touched by Yuuri, God he was deprived of his touch, kiss, affection— Yuuri gives the best cuddles and lazy kisses, his hand caressing his hair while resting on his lap, Yuuri's fond expression staring at him.
"That's it. I'm booking the earliest flight to Detroit and surprise you there, then I can have my kisses like you promise."
"You can, in one condition. Would you like to hear it?"
Viktor stops applying the moisturizer and grabs his phone, smudging the sides with cream he couldn't care less.
"For real? Please say yes!"
Yuuri's laugh vibrates through the speaker of his phone. His heart jumped.
"Oh God you are serious— what is it? Tell me, what do I need to do? You're not playing with my heart don't you? Yuuri!"
"If neither Yakov and Lilia give me a call about you misbehaving, I would go there myself. Might surprise you or something, but if I received even a text then consider it over. How's that sound?"
It's almost impossible, there's no way Yakov won't yell at him every now and then in the practice. Lilia, he doesn't need to worry about her, she knows how to see efforts when Viktor is exerting one.
"Uhm.."
"I'll also let you do the thing you told me last time."
Viktor searches, he tells Yuuri about many things last time. He shares everything except— oh. Yuuri is biting his lips anxiously—and oh he gets it. Viktor feels the blood rushing down, every tip tingling in excitement.
"I like pleasing you don't I—"
The pair stop sending suggestive looks when someone knocks on the door. It's Viktor's.
"Their room service has the worst timing." Viktor whines. "I shouldn't have bothered."
"You haven't eaten? Viktor." Yuuri's voice gave a hint to open the door and eat his late dinner.
"Stay with me?" he asks, stepping out of the bathroom and placing his phone on the bed.
"Sure, go and open the door. I'll grab myself a brunch too while you're at it."
Viktor nods and ties the knot around his middle properly, something he didn't worry about, he's not ashamed to give Yuuri a little show. He noted a little entertainment later. For now, Viktor is Yuuri deprived and he wants every moment. If Yurio is here, he would yell at him for being gross and lovesick, worse than Georgi and his wistful thoughts.
However, instead of a room service with a cart that contains his late dinner, someone stood in his front door.
Viktor blinks in surprise, the last person he expects to knock at his door.
"Hi, do you need something?"
Natalia stood in her dreamy pajama, the back has cross straps showing her back and tone shoulders. The sides weren't fully covered and he doubts there is anything underneath, it wasn't his business to mind after all.
She raises her hand, a bottle of champagne and two tulips glass that he failed to notice. Was it even there when she knocked?
"I got this as a gift from a friend, I thought of sharing it with you since you didn't come in celebration. Would you mind?"
Viktor recovers from a surprise before politely declining the offer. The last thing he wants tonight is to have an unwanted visitor instead of facetiming Yuuri. Who would want to spend their time faking smiles and attention when he can talk to Yuuri all night— probably not all night but if Yuuri is willing to watch him sleep then he would.
"That's thoughtful of you but I have to decline, I'm in a call with someone before you came." he says, trying to look sorry.
"But you don't mind a little company don't you?"
Viktor glances behind, waiting for the real room service to come.
"I don't mind, I can be a great company! Who are you talking to by the way? A friend?"
Of all the labels, calling Yuuri a friend is unacceptable.
"Sure you are but sorry, I would like to spend the night sleeping. Lilia and I still have a flight tomorrow afternoon."
Viktor sees her mood go down, he kind of feels bad but Yuuri is on the line and he certainly would clear his schedule just to talk to him. Not to mention Viktor waited a whole day, he slept in his jetlag and prepared for the photoshoot right after, he also kept the time zone in check and right now it's the perfect time.
He succeeds and closes the door quickly, padding back to the bedroom and sees Yuuri sitting in front of his camera. Looks like he brought his phone to the kitchen, Viktor can see Mari on the back.
"Where's your dinner?"
Viktor pouts. "Just someone."
"Who?"
"Remember when I told you they had another model? She came here and offered a drink because Lilia and I refused to celebrate outside."
Yuuri hums, chopsticks between his lips and Viktor follows the movement. Can he swap with an object for a while, the chopsticks is living its life.
"And? Did she say anything else?"
"No, I told her I'm talking to someone, she insisted but I said no." Viktor wants to know if it's hunger striking him or if he is hungry for something else, preferably Yuuri. "Yuuri.."
The Japanese stop picking the greenish dish on the side to look at him. "Hm? Why?"
"I'm hungry.."
Yuuri continues, scooping a great amount of rice with his skill and bringing it closer to his mouth. Viktor wants both, right now.
"Don't you have anything with you? The room service might come any minute. I'll still wait for you to eat, don't worry."
Viktor is sure he heard Mari cough behind the camera. Whether it was the cigarette or she is cringing to hear her brother.
"I better not hear an on going phone sex—"
"Mari! I'm eating!"
"Yeah, I see."
Viktor bit his lips because Mari just spilled what he had been entertaining in mind for later. He followed Yuuri's eyes, Mari left the kitchen leaving him flustered and fresh tomato on both cheeks.
"You better not have any thoughts about it or I'm hanging up." Yuuri quickly dismissed it.
"You're so cruel."
"I am not."
"When is your flight so I know when to call you."
"Tomorrow."
"Can I pay for your flights?"
When Yuuri sat on the plane, he almost fainted to see how expensive it looked. All he knew is this is the most expensive seat, first class he may have heard and oh God he sees how spacious and private the seat was. There is even a lamp on the side and he can see himself sleeping comfortably without having any discomfort.
Viktor
why didn't I? you deserve a comfortable ride in a long flight yuuri! i can't have my boyfriend travel in economy, send me a message when you land. I love you! <3
ps: watch out for champagne, the plane might have turbulence when you strip ;)
Yuuri wants to smack and kiss him at the same time. It was late to cancel the flight, Viktor already paid for it but he was still going to hear a good scolding when they met.
When they meet, it sounds good, Yuuri can't wait.
Phichit sends him dozens of exclamation marks expressing his excitement about his arrival. He went to Japan for a very short vacation and would be back in Detroit to continue the training for the next Grand Prix, but both he and Phichit will be competing this time.
He snapped a few pictures of the sky, he's feeling a bit good about posting his whereabouts on instagram. He rarely does but his tag is active because Phichit and Chris love to pair up to share throwbacks.
yuurikatsuki
[Image of clouds, the sky has changed from bright blue to orange and little dust of pink]
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yuurikatsuki back to detroit. gonna miss japan again, see you! #detroitskatingcub #Detroit #Japan #PhichitImComing
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Yuuri decided he doesn't need to read the comments and make use of the first class seat and sleep. Turning off his wifi to disconnect from inflight wifi, he plugged in his earphone and listened to his next music for a short program. He had a feeling it's going to do well with his choreography.
Yuuri wakes up feeling groggy from sleep, he was dead to the world for almost ten hours. His energy was drained and he stayed leaning to ease the dizziness before checking his phone for updates, nothing unusual aside from his bladder. He needs to use the restroom.
His mind was foggy in sleep, Yuuri spent the remaining hours conditioning himself to the weather. Phichit warned him to wear a layer of sweater before he exits the plane, the temperature is freezing he says and Yuuri is weak in cold weather, hence he can't stay longer in Russia. Viktor's apartment is nice and warm, just don't step outside and he won't die.
True to his information, Yuuri steps in the snow. Summer in Detroit is warm, winter is freezing with the addition of wind and snow. It's cloudy when Yuuri looks up before Celestino picks him up and drives them to the dorm where he said Phichit is running around announcing his arrival.
to Viktor
ciao ciao picks me up, we're now heading back to the dorm. might not respond for the next few hours as I'm probably beating phichit around that time.
we're not done talking, see you
"Yuuri! Welcome back!"
Phichit welcomes him with a bear hug and open arms when they step in the lobby, he was dressed casually and not in his practice clothes.
"Yuuri I miss you! I'm so lonely here!" his friend whined, caressing his own cheeks against his. "Our children miss you too."
Phichit starts showing his hamsters to which he resort, calling them their children, Yuuri took part and became one of their dads. If anyone asks, he also buys them what they need.
"How's your visit?"
Yuuri accepts the help of unpacking his clothes and distributing the souvenirs, Phichit grabs a couple of stationary he bought and wasabi snacks, hoping he likes them. He gives Celestino some Japanese pottery, he might like it and the rest goes to his rinkmates.
"Tiring but it feels nice to help in the onsen once in a while. Mari is still picking on me."
"Sounds fun, give me a grand tour when we visit there! I want to see where you and Viktor secretly skate, you know.. your hideout." Phichit wiggled his eyebrows with a grin.
"Everything but that word."
"Come on! You two haven't gone out in public!"
"Because we're supposed to come out when the right time comes."
"You're not sure for how long you can fool the media and fans, they have wild instincts I'm telling you." Phichit opens one snack. "One day you won't have a choice but to— oh my God Yuuri! My mouth is burning!"
Yuuri ignores the Thai skater running for water as he considers the idea. He also needs to talk to Viktor about the photoshoot, something bothers him and he doesn't want to spoil the mood when they meet.
They've been dating for three years and a half in secret, no one knows except from family and closest friends. It's not like Yuuri is afraid about his sexuality, he knew for a fact that they already had a hint that he is attracted to both females and male. When it comes to Viktor, he didn't give enough answers aside from 'I only bend for Yuuri.' So he guesses it settles.
They decided to keep it lowkey and private to avoid the press, the media and attention. Viktor is Russia's top skater while he is Japan's ace, sounds fine but the least thing they want is a distraction to their career. They can't have the world pining for them, keeping their eyes and to be followed everywhere to know their whereabouts as a couple, Yuuri doesn't like the thought of cameras always aiming to capture their moves, he wants them to focus on their career and respect their private space. Viktor wants the same so they resolve to secret dates and prefer a vacation to small islands and resorts.
"Phichit, if celestino looks for me say I'm sleeping. My head is throbbing."
Phichit in question stops consuming the water directly from the jug. "Want some pills to help?"
"Please do, put them beside my table. I'll drink them after a shower. Thank you."
He showers and drifts to sleep after drinking the pills he asked Phichit to. He slept ten hours on the plane but it seems to be more draining than energizing. His eyelids went shut as soon as the effects took in.
Viktor woke up in a steady silence, belatedly remembering he asked Mila to take care of Makkachin when he was away. He hadn't picked her up since he was exhausted from the ten hours flight to St. Petersburg, plus the heavy traffic since it's snowing. Chilly when they left New York after the shoot.
His phone is buzzing underneath the pillow and he immediately looks for Yuuri's messages and smiles when he finds one. He must be sleeping, to think that he can sleep on the plane, Viktor knew Yuuri can sleep almost 12 hours and still get tired.
He sends i love you messages with dozens of hearts and a quick selfie of him fresh from the nap.
Getting up and feeling marvelous, he cleared everything from the notification panel including the ones from his instagram and twitter account. He will stalk Yuuri's account later since he's not following him on main and he is ancient (Yurio's claim) to create a dummy to follow Yuuri and be updated. (Which Yurio told him is a bit creepy)
Dressing casually, slipping into comfortable knitwear that Yuuri gifted him and trousers, he is out to fetch Makkachin. Feels nice to walk in a friendly area before he reaches Mila's place.
"Did you miss me Makkachin?"
Like what he expects, Makkachin is pawing behind the door and wagging his tail as she excitedly jumps and tackles him to the ground. He was rewarded with Makka's licks and enthusiasm after days of being apart, Viktor wonders if one day Yuuri will tackle him to the ground and peppers him with lots of kisses for everyone to see.
After thanking Mila and handing her the end of their bargain, Viktor left to take Makkachin out for a quick walk, he plans to visit the rink and annoy Yurio today. It is surely not a plan of trying not to piss off Yakov so he gets Yuuri's reward, anything for the reward.
His phone beeped when they entered his apartment to drop Makkachin.
Yurio
you asshole!! what the fuck!!
— Is all what Yurio said in a text but he laughs it off, there's no way Yurio will admit he kind of misses Viktor in the rink.
"Behave when I visit the rink, you're the best girl, right Makkachin?"
Viktor decided to bring the pair of tiger print shirts and leather he got for Yurio, he also carried poetry books for Georgi because he said he is inspired to express his feelings through words, for Yakov, well Viktor got him a drink. Hard one.
When he enters the rink, the three are leaning on the side, to what looks like Yurio's phone as the center of attention.
"Where is that asshole, what the fuck—"
"Hi! Yurio! I got a present for you!"
The three whipped their heads at him with a glare, especially Yurio with a killing intent in his eyes. What? Did he do something wrong?
"What's the look—"
"You motherfucker come here I'm gonna run you with my blades. You asshole how dare—"
"Yurio—"
"Shut up, I'm going to kill you!"
"Yuri!"
Viktor drops the bag on the side and runs for his life when Yurio removes his skates and grabs his skate guards, his eyes pierce at him and to say that he looks mad for real… is underestimation.
"You are a big cheater! What the fuck! Come here Viktor you can't run away from me— you don't—"
"Georgi grab him!" Yakov yells from the side of the rink.
"What are you talking about?!" Viktor huffs, dodging the seats and taking big jumps to get away from raging Yurio.
"You dare to ask! You cheater! I know you're a jerk but fuck you—"
"Yuri Plisetsky!"
Georgi was holding Yurio in place, Viktor settled close to Yakov and caught his breath. Weakly avoiding the kicks Yurio is trying to get him to.
"Explain Vitya."
"I don't understand Yakov, what do I need to explain?"
"Ha! You prick—"
"Yuri!"
Yurio freed himself from Georgi's hold harshly, glaring at Viktor like he did something very questionable and he needs to justify himself or he will end up somewhere in hospital. The teenager is mad, pissed.
"Have you seen the article?" Georgi asked.
"What article?"
"So you haven't—"
"For fucks sake cut the chase and tell this bastard how a big cheater he is. Go on and explain your affair with another woman behind Katsudon's back." Yurio spat and the words dawned at him slowly. "Choose your words correctly. I'm going to cut your tongue."
"Affair?"
"Vitya,"
Viktor turned to Yakov and it was the same, his look was reluctant. "Yakov?"
"Here." Georgi handed him the phone earlier, directed to a site Viktor is strange with.
[The image shows Viktor in a robe, his hair damped and in front of him is where Natalia stood in her dreamy pajama and laid back hair, holding the bottle of champagne and tulip glass]
Russia's top skater Viktor Nikiforov is rumored to be seeing the Russian Model Natalia Alekseev
On 14th of March the two were seen arriving in JFK International Airport in New York.
The two were spotted in a hotel having an intimate talk after a successful photoshoot. The two appear to be having a drink when Natalia shows…
"Yeah? So, choose your words."
Viktor kept an eye on the article, the rest is bullshit and obviously made up. The article was posted two hours ago hence why it receives attention from the media and his fans. He was baffled with the pictures caught in every angle and in the same spot. Did someone has been following them after the shoot? Who? It can't be the paparazzi and any random reporters when they make sure to keep tight security. Who was it?
"This isn't true.."
"So? That's what cheaters always say." Yurio spat, snatching his phone away from his hand and furiously pocketing it. "Explain."
"Vitya,"
"It's not true I swear! I'm not having any affair nor contact—"
"That doesn't explain why she was in your hotel room with lacey nightwear and a drink."
Viktor snaps. "She's not in my room! I didn't let her in my room! Natalia came in front of my hotel room and offered to share a drink with me to which I decline because I'm talking to Yuuri—"
He silenced. Yuuri.
Yuuri.
"What? You just realized? I bet he is thinking of breaking up with you now as we speak." Yurio had a smug grin on his face. "What do you think— how he feels after the news broke out?"
Ignoring Yurio and pulling himself together, Viktor got a hold of his own phone. Sliding the annoying notifications from the panel and searching for Yuuri's contact. He won't believe that piece of news isn't he?
"We've been trying to contact him but either he is ignoring the call or he turned off his phone to avoid getting any news." Georgi informed but Viktor tried anyway, hoping that if it was his name flash in Yuuri's mobile he would answer.
He's not answering.
Yuuri is not picking up his call.
He tried messaging, his fingers trembling to type and composed a message out of the remaining sanity in his mind.
"This is Yakov.."
Viktor tear his eyes away from his own phone to face Yakov, he had his device on ears and currently talking to someone—
"Yuuri!"
"How he's doing? Viktor's here— no, he is clueless." Yakov continued, occasionally glancing at Viktor and it made him more nervous.
"Yakov—"
"This is not Yuuri, I'm talking to his coach— how's Katsuki?"
Viktor held his breath, he could feel Yurio's gaze on the side. "Can.. Can he hand him the phone? I want to talk to him. I want to talk to Yuuri Yakov!"
"Is it possible?"
Yurio scowled on the side, watching the scene unfold but Viktor's mind was wandering around Yuuri.
"He refused to take the phone."