Yuri stood frozen as her words echoed through the hallway like a thunderclap.
Y/N (shouting, eyes brimming):
"Yuri… I admit it. I started to fall for you. But I'm a burden to you, right?! So please—don't get in my way! I have to ignore you because…
I WILL FALL FOR YOU HARDER IF YOU ACT LIKE YOU CARE!"
Her voice cracked, full of raw pain. Then she turned, bolting up the stairs before he could take a single step forward. Her footsteps echoed above, a door slammed, and silence fell like a weight.
Yuri just stood there…
Chest rising and falling…
Heart heavy…
Eyes glued to where she disappeared…
And for the first time in a long time, he whispered under his breath—
"…I do care."
Yuri POV:
"…I do care."
Her voice, her tears, the sound of her feet running away—it all kept looping in his head like a broken record. And those last words of hers… they stabbed deeper than any blade.
Before he could think, his fist collided with the wall.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
His knuckles split open, blood smearing the pale surface, but he couldn't stop.
Every punch screamed the words he couldn't say.
Every drop of blood was the pain he couldn't express.
And when his strength gave out, he slid down to the floor, his back hitting the same wall, his breath ragged.
Hands bleeding.
Heart wrecked.
Knees to the floor, head hung low—
Yuri couldn't take it anymore. He rushed upstairs, two steps at a time, heart racing like thunder in his chest.
He slammed the door open—only to find the room empty.
His eyes scanned in panic until he heard it.
The soft sound of water running…
And even softer, the unmistakable sound of sobbing.
It was coming from the bathroom.
He stood frozen for a second. Her muffled cries behind the door twisted his insides, guilt clawing at his chest.
He stepped closer, fists clenched, his voice shaky but low—
"Y/n… open the door."
Yuri's breath caught in his throat.
Y/n- please Yuri dont let me see you .. please go for now *sobbing voice*
She sat there under the running water, knees drawn to her chest, her entire body trembling, hair clinging to her face. Her soaked black dress clung tightly, and tears mixed with the shower streams as if trying to hide her sadness—but they failed.
His heart broke.
Without thinking, he stepped in—fully clothed, letting the water drench him too.
He knelt beside her, gently placing a hand on her soaked shoulder.
"Y/n… I'm sorry." With a hoarse voice
Yuri gently cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears blending with the water. Her eyes finally met his—red, vulnerable, broken.
And without another word, he leaned in.
His lips found hers. Soft. Deep. A kiss that said everything he couldn't put into words. A kiss full of guilt, pain, longing—and something terrifyingly real.
She didn't pull away.
Instead, her fingers clutched the front of his soaked shirt, holding on as if afraid he'd disappear. The water poured around them, but in that moment, the world outside the shower didn't exist.
Only the two of them.
Only the heartbreak and the truth between their lips.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against hers, breath shaky.
"I'm sorry for every second I made you feel unwanted. But I can't pretend anymore, Y/n."
He reached behind her and gently turned off the shower, the sound of water fading into a heavy silence.
Her soaked form trembled—not from the cold, but from the storm inside her.
Yuri pulled her up slowly, carefully. She leaned back against the tiled wall, breath uneven, water still dripping from her hair.
He stared into her eyes, as if asking permission. And when she didn't look away, he kissed her again.
This time, it deepened.
His lips moved with more urgency, more emotion—like he was pouring everything he'd held back for weeks. Her hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly, caught in the heat of the moment.
It wasn't just a kiss.
It was a silent confession.
A war cry.
A surrender.
She closed her eyes, lips still pressed against his, and a tear slid down her cheek—warm against the chill of their soaked skin.
Yuri felt it.
Yuri pulled her gently to her feet, his hands steady on her waist. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as he lifted her—her legs curling around him without hesitation.
Their kiss never broke.
The water still clung to their skin as he walked slowly, deliberately, out of the bathroom—his lips tracing hers with aching need and a hint of desperation. Every step was filled with the tension of emotions too long buried.
He reached the bed, laying her down with a care that contrasted the fire between them.
There, under the dim light and soft shadows, their breaths mingled again—lost in a moment neither of them could put into words.
Her back sank into the soft mattress, damp skin brushing against the sheets. Yuri hovered above her, his soaked vest clinging to his body, the weight of everything unspoken resting heavy in the air.
Their breath came in waves.
He pulled away just slightly, his gaze locking with hers—stormy, vulnerable, aching. With a trembling hand, he tucked the wet strands of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
And then, in a low, raw voice that barely held together:
"You're beautiful… I can't get enough of you." *Husky voice*
The words fell between them like a confession, not just of desire—but of everything he'd been holding back.
With that one aching confession, he leaned in again, this time letting his lips brush against the delicate curve of her neck.
His breath trembled against her skin, and in a low, husky whisper—half a mumble, half a plea—he murmured,
"You drive me crazy…"
The words sank into her like heat, her hands instinctively curling around his shoulders. His lips lingered just under her jaw, lost in the moment, the emotion too heavy to hold back any longer.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, voice rough and aching,
"Babe… I can't hold back any longer."
A shiver ran down her spine, her skin tingling at the weight of his words. Her heart raced wildly, breath catching in her throat.
Slowly, she turned her face toward him, her eyes barely open—searching, soft. Her lips met his cheek in a gentle, trembling kiss. Not rushed. Not uncertain. Just… a quiet answer.
He froze for a second—like time itself held still.
His hands cradled her with more care now, like she was something precious, irreplaceable. His lips found hers again, deeper this time—slow, lingering, worshipful. The space between them disappeared, replaced by raw emotion, tangled limbs, wet skin, and quiet gasps lost in the hum of the rain still dripping from the shower.
He slowly slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder, revealing the warmth of her soft skin. His touch trailed lower, hesitating for a heartbeat before brushing against the curve of her breast, where desire had already bloomed beneath his fingertips.
He lowered his head, lips grazing the delicate curve of her body, each kiss igniting sparks across her skin. His tongue found its way to the hardened peak, drawing a quiet gasp from her lips as he worshipped her with a tenderness that made her entire body tremble.
She gripped the sheets, her stomach fluttering with wild butterflies. Little did she know, every brush of his fingertips, every lingering kiss, was painting her skin with something deeper—something that made even the silence between them feel sacred.
Yuri shrugged off his soaked vest, tossing it to the side without a second thought. His gaze met hers—burning, intense. With deliberate care, he began to peel away the damp fabric clinging to her skin, every movement heavy with unspoken desire.
He goes down her stomach giving butterfly kisses .. and her soft voice speaks
"Yuri.. its my first .. please be gentle"
Yuri- i will be ..its my first too …
They drown into their moments..
Yuri- Babe.. you're already wet ..
Her cheeks flush red .. her hand reach out for the pillow covering her face
He takes out the pillow form her face revealing her face ..
Don't.. you're cute as always
Yuri stares at her and leans to her lips
His hard throbbing member touches her clit
And said - babe .. please bears a little.. the pain will go away and thrust gently at her
She holds him tightly breathing heavily
A soft moans came out from her mouth
"Yuri"
After Yuri heard her moaning his name
He go little harder thrusting back and forth
Babe you are so tight ..
Times skips ..
They laid together covering with a blanket she lay against her shoulder like a pillow, he kisses her forehead and slowly difted off to sleep