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Yuuri didn't know what he was doing outside his boyfriend's apartment at 3 in the morning, but he was talked into doing it somehow. Yuuri looked like a bag of shit, and that was no understatement. He was in his pyjamas for one, and two, he hadn't had time to make himself look even a slight bit decent. He combed his fingers through his tangled hair before knocking on the door. He was shaking. The last time he'd been there was a few weeks ago, and it didn't end well.

Yuuri gasped when the door opened suddenly and he was pulled in. Yuuri didn't even have the chance to greet him before Izo started attack him with kisses. Yuuri squealed as he was pinned against the wall by his boyfriend. He struggled to wiggle out of Izo's grasp. There was no way he was getting anywhere with the force Izo was using on him.

"I-Izo! Let go of me!" Yuuri yelped as his boyfriend began kissing down his neck. Yuuri prayed that there wouldn't be a mark there but it was too late. He tried to pry his hands off him but it was no use.

"No, you're mine." Izo growled. He forcefully grabbed Yuuri's head and pushed their lips together. Yuuri squirmed and began trying to claw him off him. He manage to get his lips off his, and he pushed him back slightly. Adrenaline rushed through Yuuri's veins.

"No, Get off me." Yuuri said sternly. He pushed Izo off with all of his strength, sending him flying into the wall. Yuuri was left breathless as he stood there, staring at the man before him.
"Wh- why did you ask me to come here?"

"Oh, I thought it would be nice for us to  try something new tonight. C'mon Yuuri, it's been 5 years now. Don't let this end like last time. You brought it upon yourself" Izo stood up and began walking towards Yuuri. He was literally terrified.

"Izo. I am not doing anything with you. You're making me uncomfortable. Get off me." Yuuri said as his boyfriend snaked his arms around him.

"No!" Izo yelled. He was so persistent. Yuuri just wanted him off him. Yuuri pushed him off him again and sent him tumbling to the floor. He wobbled slightly as he got up, but dived straight for Yuuri. He held the taller male by the shoulders. "Lets go to the bedroom and do something-"

"No. If you're that eager, go to the bedroom and jerk off to your fucking self portrait because you obviously love yourself that much." Yuuri snapped before guiding him and pushing him towards the bedroom door and he entered before closing it behind him with great difficulty.

Yuuri sighed.

He looked around the living room. It was a fucking mess. That was the only way Yuuri could think of describing it. There was Paper work all over the floor and there was smashed glass. There were a few bottles of beer too. His coats lay scattered along the floor. There were bags tipped.

Being the good Boyfriend he was, he decided to clear up. There was no way that he could leave the place in that state. He began by putting all of the empty bottles in the bin and sweeping up the glass. Yuuri was lucky that he didn't accidentally cut himself with the glass because of how clumsy he was.

He picked up all of the paperwork and put all of it into neat piles on the table, ready for Izo to sort. He picked Izo's coats up and hung them tidily. Izo had a thing for long coats. Yuuri wouldn't have been surprised if he loved them more than he loved him. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He noticed that there were some things lying around that were definitely not Izo's. There were a few items of clothing lying around, like a red and black plaid flannel and a grey hoodie. Yuuri couldn't imagine him wearing any of those. He was more of a shirt and tie guy. Yuuri became slightly suspicious, but just simply brushed it off.

Yuuri sat down for a bit, waiting for his boyfriend to emerge from his bedroom. Yuuri flipped through some magazines just to waste time. He decided to have a little nap, and successful slept for around 10 minutes before waking up by a phone Vibrating.

He groaned and sat up. He checked his to find that he had no notifications. He spotted Izo's phone on the arm of the sofa and went to check if he had any notifications. He saw one message notification and decided to see who was texting him at three in the morning.

But how Yuuri wished he didn't.

Text from: Hiroko❤️
Happy Three Years💕xx

Yuuri was sure his heart stopped. His eyes widened and he was sure he stopped breathing. There was a picture of Izo sleeping with another guy. Yuuri dropped the phone and stared blankly at the floor. He had no idea what to do.
Happy three years? Yuuri thought to himself. He didn't want to believe it.
He got up and made his way to the bedroom. He was ready to confront Izo. It didn't matter if he was sleeping. Yuuri wanted answers. He paused before opening the door. There seemed to be muffled voices coming from the other side.

Yuuri breathed deeply before opening the door, and thank god he did because the first image he was greeted with was his boyfriend making out with another man.

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Yuuri had never run so fast in his life. He didn't know what to do with himself. He really didn't. He ran all the way home from Izo's apartment. He never wanted to see him again. He never wanted to go near that man again. The pain he'd brought Yuuri was too much to put into words.

He bolted through his house at four in the morning, not caring who was woken up by his actions. He ran to his bedroom and slammed to door behind him. He didn't know anything other to do that to cry and scream into him pillow. He felt empty. So so empty. The one person who he was supposed to love and care for more than anyone else had just tossed him to the side like the worthless garbage he was. Yuuri hadn't been good enough for him. Yet again, Yuuri had been cheated on and left. He'd been abandoned. He felt like Izo was trying to directly tell him that he wasn't and would never be good enough.

Yuuri carried on till the sun began to rise. He was in so much pain. Yes, he was unhappy in the relationship, but being cheated on for three years wasn't a very pleasant thing to find out. It had been three years since all of the shouting and hitting began too. Yuuri had been cast away to the side, like an object for Izo to use once he felt like it.
He didn't know why he bothered carrying on. All of his plans, his world, his future had been destroyed. He'd managed to build an idea of what the future would look like for him, but it had all crumbled beneath his feet.

Yuuri was still finding it hard to come to terms with the fact he'd been cheated on. He didn't know what was so hard to grasp about that concept. He had to try and terms that he'd been cast aside and left behind by the person he loved, because he wasn't good enough. Izo had grown tired of him. He didn't want him anymore. He hated him. Yuuri hated himself.

Yuuri checked the time. 8:21. His training with Viktor started in nine minutes. He couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. He just wanted to sleep and cry. He didn't have the slightest bit of motivation to get up, until he remembered that Viktor had come all the way from his hometown just to coach him.

He got out of bed slowly, his legs aching from running home. He limped over to his wardrobe and got out the same outfit as he usually wore. He grabbed his jacket and bag and then slowly headed out of his room. He passed the mirror in the hallway on the way out of his house, and god, he looked awful. He looked like death itself.

He didn't have the energy to walk or run to the ice rink so he asked his father to drive him there. Yuuri could drive, it was just he was way, way too tired to do so, and he would probably put himself and others in danger because he'd have way to much power. He could just pull the steering wheel and crash. He had the power to do so, so what was stopping him?

"You look rough my boy." His father tried to start conversation as they drove.

"Yeah..." Yuuri gave a half assed reply.

"Did something happen?" His father questioned him.

"I-I don't know..." Yuuri didn't want to talk right now. He didn't want to do anything. A few minutes later, Yuuri was dropped off that the ice rink and made his way inside. He waved at Yuko before sitting down and put his skates on.

He made his way to the rink, where Viktor was waiting for him.

"You're late." Viktor commented as he made his way to the middle of the rink. Yuuri didn't reply. He just rubbed his already red eyes.

"I know." Yuuri replied. He didn't want to look at Viktor. He didn't want to look at anyone. He was drained.

"It's okay, don't worry. Shall we get started?" Viktor cheered. "I want to see how your jumps and step sequences are getting along. Then tomorrow we can work on control and speed."

Yuuri just nodded.

"Anything you want to work on specifically?" Viktor questioned.

"Quadruple Salchow please." Yuuri mumbled.

"Okay. Let's see it first." Viktor told Yuuri. Yuuri huffed before getting into position. He was struggling to keep his eyes open. He didn't know how on earth he was going to survive this training session.

He began to skate slowly before picking up the speed. He skated around the corner, and decided that he had enough momentum to do the jump. His stomach began Turing before he lifted off the ice and spun in the air. Unsurprisingly, he fell flat on his face like he'd done so many times before. He slowly got up and was met with his coach who had skated over to see him.

"Are you hurt?" Viktor asked. Yuuri shook his head. "Good. Let's try that again, but this time try and go a little faster and try pushing your body as you take off."

Yuuri nodded and got back into position. He'd only done this once and yet his boy felt like giving up. He was drained physically and mentally.

Yuuri tried again, but this time he took Viktor's comments into consideration. He skated faster. He pushed off the ice with all of his strength. He spun and landed, but lost balance and fell over. He inhaled sharply as his body hit the ice. He lay there for a few seconds before getting up again.

"Ohhh that was so close! Well done! We'll try and work on your balance too then." Viktor encouraged Yuuri. Viktor was always there to help Yuuri keep going. He felt a warm feeling and butterflies whenever he thought of him. Yuuri brushed it off as another stupid, meanless feeling.

Yuuri was already feeling exhausted by his third go, but he kept going. He did it again, and again, and again, and again, and again, till he'd lost count.

Viktor could see Yuuri was getting tired. Viktor could also sense saddness around Yuuri today. He decided not to confront him in the case of making it worse. He watched as his student rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the ice before attempting a few more quads. When Yuuri failed yet another one and didn't get up, Viktor decided that it was time for a break.

He skated over to Yuuri and helped him up. Yuuri thanked him. They exited the rink and went to sit down for a bit. Yuuri was really quiet. Not that he was a loud person. He just stared blankly and played with his fingers for most of the time they spent together. He didn't really engage in conversation either. His answers where short and disinterested.

Viktor had noticed that Yuuri had this habit of playing with his fingers when he was anxious. He didn't question him, but he knew it was a coping method for social anxiety. He gave Yuuri space, but made sure that he was okay. Today was different. Yuuri's eyes were so so sad. There was definitely something wrong.

"Yuuri, are you okay?" Viktor tried to sound casual but kept a close eye on Yuuri.

"I'm fine." We answered plainly. Yuuri picked up the water bottle beside him up and took a big mouthful of it. He placed it down gently before standing up. He made his way back to the rink.

Yuuri was far to distant for him to be okay. Viktor scratch his head as he watched his pupil begin to skate around the rink. He had such sadness in his eyes. An overwhelming sense of sadness and anxiousness overcame Viktor as he watched Yuuri skate freely around the rink. He was amazing at expressing himself. Even though there was no music, Yuuri's body was the music. Viktor was drawn to him. He couldn't take his eyes of him.

After a few more minutes, Viktor entered the ice and made his way over to Yuuri who was drinking some water on the other side.

"That was amazing!" Viktor exclaimed, making Yuuri blush.

"N-no it wasn't." Yuuri tried to hide his face in his hands. Viktor chuckled.

"You need more confidence in yourself Yuuri. I will help you build it and reassure you as many times as you need." Viktor said while staring into Yuuri's eyes. "I promise."

Yuuri didn't know what to say. It was the first time that someone had told his that he was amazing. He didn't believe it of course because it was coming from The Viktor Nikiforov, but his heart swelled with pure awe. He was desperate to gain some confidence, but had no idea how until now. It had only been a case of people telling him "you need to gain confidence." Or "just have more self belief.". None of those helped him. But Viktor was different. He was going to teach him how to become more confident. And he was going to stay by his side every step of the way. At lest Yuuri hoped so. It was so easy for Viktor to leave him. He could just leave and never return. Without saying goodbye. It could happen any day soon, and that terrified Yuuri.

"T-thank you..." Yuuri muttered as he burried his face into his hands. Viktor smiled at him.

"You're one of a kind Yuuri, d'you know that?" Viktor put a hand on his shoulder.

Yuuri nervously scratched his neck and awkwardly smiled. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.

Viktor examined Yuuri for a second. The hight difference gave Viktor and advantage because half of the time he could stare at Yuuri without him actually noticing. Viktor noticed a big purpley-red mark on Yuuri's neck and giggled to himself.

"Had a little fun with your boyfriend last night, hey?" Viktor nudged Yuuri.

Yuuri didn't reply. No, no no no no no no no he thought to himself. He started at his hands as he tried his best not to let tears spill down his face. If having fun was getting your heart broken, then certainly he'd had a whole lot of fun.

Viktor realised he'd struck a nerve when Yuuri stayed quiet and stared at the floor with eyes full of fear. He began hyperventilating slightly and that's when Viktor knew that something serious was wrong.

"Yuuri, what's wrong?" He grabbed both of Yuuri's shoulders. No response. Yuuri just carried on staring. "Yuuri!" Viktor raised his voice slightly and shook him. Nothing.

Viktor didn't know what to do. A single tear began to run down Yuuri's face. Viktor was confused and was beginning to panic himself. His student was in front of him stuck in a trance and was starting to have a panic attack. Viktor had no idea what to do. He couldn't just leave Yuuri there to suffer on his own but he couldn't seem to snap him out of it.

"Yuuri. Yuuri look at me." Viktor said sternly when his breathing got worse. "Yuuri!"

Yuuri snapped out and turned his gaze to the man in front of him. He was so close to him. Yuuri had no idea what was going on other than he couldn't breath or seem to move.

Yuuri began to choke on his sobs and began shaking. Viktor knew he had to do something quick.

"I'm sorry Yuuri." Viktor said quickly before picking him up bridal style and skating across the rink with him. Yuuri held onto him for dear life. It was like Viktor was going to slip away any moment. With incredible difficulty, Viktor got out of the rink with Yuuri still in his arms and the ice skates still on. He made his way across to the entrance so Yuuri could get some fresh air.

Unfortunately, his plan went all to shit when they were greeted by a familiar blonde Russian boy.

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Started writing: 18th of November
Published: 20th of November
Words: 3122

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