Beyond the Kitchen
closed rp with @vkusno-viktor
Yuuri couldn’t breathe.
Somewhere around him the event coordinator was asking him a question, but he was so far gone that the words flew past him without any thought.
The sound of his heartbeat rushing through his ears coupled with his nervous breaths over powered the gentle voice asking if he was okay. He was far from capable of answering, the most obvious example being that the fluorescent lights felt as if they were stabbing at his eyes.
Seconds later he had rushed off set, and thankfully no one followed him because the moment those double doors to stage 23 for the filming of Master Chef: International were behind him he had burst into anxiety filled hysteria.
Of course he had to go and embarrass himself when for the first time he was meeting his idol who also happened to be world class and Michelin three star rated chef Viktor Nikiforov, but with Yuuri’s luck he wasn’t quite sure why he assumed that this time would be any different from the rest of his life.
After making it back to his hotel room Yuuri had booked the first flight back to Japan with the cheapest available sitting for tomorrow at 2:45am, and until then all he wanted to do was forget the past seven hours ever happened, so as anyone with no fear for death or the consequences of their actions would do, he had set up camp at the bar in the lobby, and took advantage of the hundred dollars for food he was given when he was given a spot on the show and opened a tab beginning with a shot of vodka (which he didn’t like but it did the job), followed by the lovely wonders of tequila.
The next several hours blurred both together but also out of his memory, though Yuuri didn’t mind because that had been the whole point of his drinking escapades. Then he had been on his way to the airport after luckily the bartender called him a cab from hearing Yuuri ramble about returning to Japan, and had spend the next sixteen hours sleeping off his hangover on the plane.
He hadn’t informed his families of his arrival, so he was glad to make the journey through Fukuoka and Hasetsu in relative silence.