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This year, everything had gone as well as possible: both the Russian and Japanese nationals took place at the beginning of the twentieth of December, which meant — and the thought made Yuuri’s stomach twist, his hands grow cold and his pulse quicken — which meant they could finally celebrate Victor’s birthday not on Skype in hotels in different countries, but truly together.
And Yuuri — almost — didn’t feel guilty about making Victor skip the Gala, because he had to run to his plane right after the award ceremony. Well, maybe, he did feel guilty — but only because Victor had to drive back and forth around St. Petersburg, first to take his luggage home, and then to pick Yuuri up from the airport.
And then to go to— On this thought, Yuuri’s mind always went blank. Because they were on their way to Victor’s parents. The people he knew only by photos and phone calls. The people with whom they were planning to stay for a week, to celebrate Victor’s birthday, Christmas and then New Year.
And the closer they were to the apartment, the more Yuuri had trouble breathing.
Written for @imhereandgenderqueer for the @yoisecretsanta18 <3
