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Yuuri's never been so jealous of the snowfall.

The way it touches Viktor's lips, in soft and whispery kisses, when his face tilts skywards. He's ethereal radiance. Every other beauty to offer in this world is… well, put to shame. I'm not in love, Yuuri insists in the recesses of his conscious. His pulse fluttering, mocking the wings of a songbird.

Yuuri's sweaty fingertips press against his own throat. I'm not.

I'm not.

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YOI! isn't mine. This is technically my first published work for this fandom, and never got to have it up here, so wooooo! Have a teeny fic!