victor liked the taste of chilled rosé wine, and out on his balcony overlooking the dead streets at one in the morning with his phone on the metal table beside him, he didn't think that life was going too badly for him at all.
vnikiforov: so are you
vnikiforov: going to the party
katsudon: hi again
katsudon: and yeah i guess
katsudon: i've had invited
vnikiforov: lucky you
vnikiforov: quite the social butterfly
katsudon: 🦋
victor took another sip of the cold pink alcohol from the bottle between his knees.
vnikiforov: i'm still bored
katsudon: poor you
katsudon: life must be hard
katsudon: being so famous and all
vnikiforov: haha
katsudon: why you lonely
vnikiforov: idek
katsudon: don't you have like
katsudon: multiple boys and girls willing to get into bed with you
katsudon: how tf can you be lonely
victor was surprised to not have half a bottle left already.
vnikiforov: i don't mean sex wise
vnikiforov: i don't know
vnikiforov: night
katsudon: night
vnikiforov: see you tomorrow
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M.O.N.E.Y • viktuuri ✔️
Fanfictionin which fame isn't kind to teenage celebrity victor nikiforov, and he pays a dark haired boy to make him feel less lonely. copyright @beautifulpyscho 2017 •lowercase intended• snapchat fic//dialogue//texting and a shit load of the 1975 trigger warn...
