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                        Normally, Viktor knew very well about fans — people who wished for an autograph or picture, all nervous smiles and shaky hands, people who’ve probably watched their performances countless times. The Russian was also very careful- considerate about being polite and welcoming to them, with wide smiles and kind eyes. And he knew Yuuri had fans also, hell, Viktor was a fan himself, enjoying every amazingly crafted performance by the skater — which was why it was obvious that the other people would fall in love with him as well. Viktor didn’t have a problem with that, he genuinely didn’t — the surprised smile on Yuuri’s face was even 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔.

                        However what happened that day wasn’t normal at all — it didn’t happen with usual fans. Yes, they probably wished to date their idol but they wouldn’t say it out loud, or blatantly flirt with them, too shy and rational to do so. The man that had approached Yuuri was anything but those two. Viktor watched it happen in front of his eyes- the man threw his hair back and put a hand on the Japanese skater’s shoulder while he spoke, as if they knew each other, as if they were friends for years. Yuuri was probably being kind, listening to whatever the man said, smiling and laughing at times. It made Viktor’s blood boil. How DARE this man flirt with Yuuri ? Couldn’t he see the rings on their hands — Yuuri was his and he was Yuuri’s — there was no doubt about that.

                         Then, then — as if the flirting wasn’t enough, the man scribbled something on a piece of paper ( his phone number, Viktor found out later ) and handed it to Yuuri, a smirk on his face. Unable to stand it anymore, the Russian marched towards the two, the scowl on his face turning into a much-too-sweet smile as he threw his hand around Yuuri’s shoulder, possessive. “Hello, darling. We must get going.” Regardless of the faux smile, his tone was cold, undoubtedly getting his point across. As daring as this ‘fan’ was, with a nod and a wink, ( Viktor could punch him right there— ) he left, leaving Viktor seething. 

                         Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he escorted Yuuri outside, the hand not leaving his shoulder. The other hand was clenched to a fist, almost regretting the decision of not punching the man square in the nose. His hand would probably hurt afterwards but it was worth wiping that smirk off the bast— 

                         His chain of thoughts was cut off by Yuuri’s question and Viktor looked down at him, surprised— as if he wasn’t debating breaking someone’s nose a moment ago. “I —” He started, running a hand through his hair- “Maybe —” A shaky breath left his mouth, he felt more calm in Yuuri’s presence already. “Yes. I suppose I was.” The thought of someone else flirting with his fiancé was enough to get him pissed off again. Tilting his head, he whispered next to Yuuri’s ear, so that people around them wouldn’t hear the words that followed. “Because you’re mine —” Planting a kiss under his ear, he lingered there for a moment too long before he pulled back, continuing to lead them outside.