M.O.N.E.Y • viktuuri ✔️

15.| cashmere

vnikiforov: you're back ;)
katsudon: did you miss me that much
vnikiforov: yeah

victor hadn't realised what he had sent until he was unable to do anything about it.

vnikiforov: lol jks

he lit up his third cigarette.

vnikiforov: how are you
vnikiforov: i guess that's what i'm supposed to say now
katsudon: well don't sound too excited about talking to me
katsudon: you started this
katsudon: for reasons i still don't know
vnikiforov: i told you
vnikiforov: i'm lonely
katsudon: oh yes
katsudon: of course
katsudon: the famous victor nikiforov is lonely
katsudon: the guy everyone, of all genders, is crushing on
katsudon: i still find it hard to believe
vnikiforov: you're making me blush

victor teased, but was surprised to find that his cheeks were red, as shown in his reflection in the mirror across the bedroom.

vnikiforov: everyone?
vnikiforov: you crushing on me yuri?
vnikiforov: cute
seen

victor laughed softly, and pulled his cashmere sweater over his head. he left his phone by his bed, and got up to check his answering machine.

no new messages.

he rubbed his eyes and stretched; god, he hated that house he had in japan.

he missed yura, although he'd never say it to his face. he missed the teenage strops, his hidden obsession for cats, screaming that he hated victor, mila and everyone else near the rink at the time. victor wanted to call him, to hear him try and hide the excitement in his voice when he realised it was victor calling.

but what would he say?

the famous figure-skater who you pretend not to admire has become a careless, lonely layabout who snorts coke to give him something to do.

victor wanted to call his mama too, but he couldn't be bothered. it wasn't like he missed her like he missed yura plistesky.

victor hated the overwhelming feeling he had to talk to someone, someone in the flesh, who sat across for him so that victor could see them, not over a phone or a recorded message on his answering machine.

he pulled the soft sleeves of his jumper and went back over to his phone, unsure why he was about to do what he was going to do.

lack of cocaine?
clear head?

just as he was opening up snapchat, a text popped up.

chris: hey
chris: you'll love this
chris: jj's having another party
chris: next week
chris: mainly ;) for figure skaters
chris: to celebrate barcelona
chris: we need to practice btw
chris: anyway
chris: you going to be there?

victor hesitated on replying, too distracted by what he was about to do.

he opened snapchat.

vnikiforov: yuri
vnikiforov: ?

he put it down to his clean bloodstream.

katsudon is typing...

he pulled at the sleeves of his cashmere sweater.

chris: yuri might be there, vic ;)

victor reached for the lighter by his bed, and started to light and relight the flame; he needed something to fidget with.

katsudon: what's wrong?
vnikiforov: nothing
vnikiforov: but
vnikiforov: you want to come pick up the money?
vnikiforov: like...now?

he breathed out through gritted teeth.

katsudon: um sorry i can't rn
katsudon: but yeah ok
katsudon: why not give it to chris?
vnikiforov: well

victor's thumbs hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to do.

vnikiforov: i guess
vnikiforov: idk just want to see someone
vnikiforov: like i said
vnikiforov: lonely af
seen

victor waited for a reply, but nothing came up. he kept the lighter lit and set up a small fire on the end of his cigarette, and took a long drag as he cringed over what he had just done.

victor: yeah ok chris
victor: sounds good
chris: cool
chris: wuup2

victor checked snapchat, but yuri katsuki had sent no reply.

victor: i just did something pretty stupid
chris: why?
victor: because i'm not high lol :/
chris: what did you do

victor pulled out another cigarette.

victor: nvm