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Yuuri sighs and shifts in his bed again for what seems like the hundredth time that night. It’s been months since Victor inexplicably crashed into his life but yet his mind still can settle with the fact that his idol, his childhood crush, is sleeping just a thin wall away from him.
Restless nights have always been commonplace for Yuuri but lately thoughts of a silver haired man haunt him when Yuuri closes his eyes at night.
Yuuri gives up all hope of falling asleep, picks up his phone from his nightstand and squints up at the unnecessarily bright screen.
1:43 AM
Against his better judgment, and despite knowing full well that Victor expected him on the ice bright and early at 6AM, Yuuri opens up Instagram and mindlessly scrolls through post after post of Instadogs, skater friends, and other miscellaneous mindlessly entertaining accounts. He spends probably twenty minutes doing this until his scrolling finger paused on a new post from a very familiar account.
v-nikiforov
[Picture of Victor laying in bed, the sheets are rumpled and pushed down just far enough to reveal his bare, beautifully sculpted chest. Victor’s hair is tousled, his eyes heavy and tired, and his lips adorably pouty.]
v-nikiforov Where’s a man to cuddle when you need one?
Yuuri only allows himself to admire the photo for a moment, pointedly refusing to scroll too far down into the overwhelmingly thirsty comments from Victor’s loyal followers. Still, Yuuri’s intrusive thoughts can’t help thinking God I wish that was me.
Yuuri’s thumb slips and his heart stutters in horror as a bright red heart floats up from his screen, a telltale sign that he accidentally liked Victor’s photo. Oh god, what if Victor sees that he liked the picture and he thinks Yuuri is among the hoards of other thirsty followers. He may never be able to face him ever again.
A hesitant knock sounds at Yuuri’s door, causing him to very nearly jump out of his skin. Yuuri’s phone very nearly almost finds itself launched across the small bedroom in his panic to conceal the very embarrassing fact that he was admiring Victor’s thirst trap post made in the room next to his.
“Yuuri? Are you awake?” Victor’s voice calls quietly from the other side of the door. Yuuri briefly considers pretending he was in fact asleep but there’s something in Victor’s voice that compels him to answer the door.
Yuuri throws off his covers and trudges to the door as if he is a child about to be scolded by mother. He cracks open the door, and Victor in the flesh is standing in the hall, not unlike the photo he posted earlier in the evening but … sadder somehow. If Yuuri didn’t know better, he’d think that Victor had been crying.
But that can’t be true, right?
“Victor? What are you still doing up?” Yuuri asks.
“Can I spend the night in here?” Victor asks, his eyes downcast.
“What?” Yuuri blanches.
“Please?” Victor pleads dejectedly. Yuuri’s never seen Victor like this, so sad, so vulnerable. Yuuri gets a pang in his chest seeing Victor like this. He feels like he has no other option than to open up a little bit. Just for tonight, Yuuri bargains with himself.
“F-fine, I guess.” Yuuri relents. Yuuri opens his door a little wider and allows Victor to come into his room. Yuuri sits down at the edge of his bed and silently waits as Victor crawls into his small bed and curls up underneath the covers. Yuuri watches Victor for objectively too long, caught on what he should do in this situation. Should he lay down with Victor? Should he just sit here at the end of the bed until Victor falls asleep?
“Do you hate me?” Victor whispers against the pillow so quietly, Yuuri almost didn’t hear. Yuuri shifts closer to Victor and puts a hand on Victor’s blanket covered calf.
“No! Of course not!” Yuuri whispers harshly. Victor turns his body and blinks up at Yuuri with tear reddened eyes.
“Can you … can you just lay with me tonight? I’m sorry I’m so …” Victor trails off.
Yuuri doesn’t answer and instead shifts to lay down on the bed next to Victor. Right now the lifelong crush and anxieties were nowhere to be seen in Yuuri’s mind. Right now Victor seems to need his comfort, even if it’s only for tonight.
Victor winds his arms around Yuuri’s waist and buries his head into his chest, “I’m sorry I’m too much.” Victor softly sobs into Yuuri’s skin. Yuuri’s heart breaks for him. Who hurt this man like this? Yuuri would like to meet the person who put Victor into this state, if only to give them a piece of his mind.
“You’re perfect, Victor.” Yuuri murmurs well after Victor starts softly snoring against Yuuri’s skin.