"-I'm truly sorry, but I'm afraid is irreversible Mr. Nikiforov."
There is nothing that could prepare someone enough for this, it made Victor ponder about everything coming up next. How would he deal with this? How was he supposed to pursue his pass...
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By nightfall, the couple was sharing the dusty carpet on the playroom's floor, although, neither cared any more for anything surrounding them. Not even the chilly breeze making its way through the open door distracted them, they were too immersed in one another; sharing caresses and warm kisses, some love words, and longtime promises in between it all.
Wearing nothing but their underwear, they stayed like that, pretending the world didn't exist outside the four walls.
"I'm such a groupie now," said Yuuri, with a goofy smile plastered on his lips.
Viktor snorted as he tried not to burst out laughing. "You didn't just say that!"
A bit embarrassed, the Japanese man chuckled along Viktor, moving impossibly closer to rest his head on the man's shoulder. Yuuri then found out that he was starting to get addicted to the Russian's scent; it danced into his nose and went straight into his brain, he would never get enough of it. A gentle touch to his nose made him open his eyes, he sat up to allow Viktor to do the same.
The older man reached for the discarded old music sheets and Yuuri just stared in confusion. As best as he could, the silver-haired man read through the notes, remembering perfectly the sensation of the piano keys under his fingertips. It took him by surprise, noticing how he was hearing the tune in his head. The longing for creating art was still there, buried underneath his self-pity. He knew he would have to face it sooner or later, so why not take advantage of the present time?
"Would you play this for me?" He signaled, after leaving the sheets on his lap.
Gaping like a fish, Yuuri didn't know what to say. He couldn't refuse but he was so out of practice; the piano was certainly tuned because he was aware that his parents took care of it behind his back, thinking he would eventually go back to playing. But it never occurred to him that Viktor Nikiforov himself would ask him to play, and just after...
Yeah, he certainly never thought of that.
"Viktor, I don't know..." He reached for his shirt to slide it over his head. "I mean, it's what I wanted at first but now... I'm so out of practice."
The man totally understood Yuuri, he, too, was way out of practice.
"Well, what if we get back in shape together? Do you think Minako would take me as a student?"
Yuuri blinked. He was out of words to sign. Was this...? Could it...? Was Viktor really implying what he think he was?
"You want to... play again?"
The movement of Yuuri's hands made Vicktor's spine shiver, but he wasn't backing down, not this time.
He wasn't 100% ready to come face to face with the instrument he had been running away from for so long, but then again, giving it a second thought, a few months ago he wasn't even on a 1%. Hell, he'd never actually imagined the sole idea of trying to get back in shape. Then came Otabek and Yuri's attempt to help him, but who could imagine that it would be Yuuri who would give him the courage he so desperately needed.
