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It was strange.
To think someone like him would have ended up this way, he would never have guessed. But...life is funny like that - filled with twists and turns.
Yuri Plisetsky was currently lounging across his bed, on another late night Skype call with his boyfriend.
“Yakov seriously won’t give me a break...neither will Lilia.” He sighs softly and slumps further into his pillow, “I swear they are trying to kill me sometimes.”
Otabek smiles a little in response as Yuri gazed at his pixilated face, “they’re just trying to help...”
The blonde huffs and rolls his eyes a little, “I know that, it’s just annoying sometimes...”
The black-haired male hums softly as he went quiet and simply gazed at his boyfriend.
Yuri does the same, though speaks up again after a few minutes while averting his eyes. “You should come here soon...” The ‘I miss you’ is left unsaid, but the two know that it’s there.
Otabek sighs, leaning back against his headboard. “I would, but you know I can’t. Practice, and on top of that I’m sure Yakov wouldn’t be to pleased...”
“Tch...”
The tension in the room rises, which the older skater tries his best to diffuse. “You know I much rather be spending time with you...”
Yuri frowns with a halfhearted nod. “Sure...”
“Yura.”
He finally glances back up to meet dark brown eyes, his frown softening a little. “I know, Beka...” He brushes a few strands of hair away from his face, “It’s just stupid...”
Otabek gave a grunt in agreement as he rubs a hand tiredly over his eyes. “We’ll see each other eventually. Don’t forget that...”
Yuri stifles a yawn as he sighs deeply. “Not soon enough...”
The older skater doesn’t disagree as he shifts his laptop around a bit in order to lie down further. “How are you doing though?”
A few months prior their current call, the blonde had reluctantly let the other know that he was going through a fairly horrible depression. It wasn’t easy for Yuri to talk about it, but Otabek had been encouraging and as supportive as he could be about the issue.
Yuri bites his lip and mulls over his words for a moment. ‘I could tell him...but he’ll worry. Besides, I can handle it myself.’ “I’m fine.”
Otabek looks skeptical for a moment before his features soften. “How’s your motivation?”
‘Ah, that’s right...’ The main reason that Yuri had told his boyfriend of his issues was because he had lost motivation for almost everything he enjoyed - especially skating. “It’s...better.” ‘Sorta...’
His boyfriend seemed to be pleased with his answer and Yuri gave a sigh of relief. 'The last thing he needs to know is that I've been irresponsible. I didn't expect it to be this way, it just...is...'
"-Yuri." Otabek's voice cut through his thoughts and brought him back to the present moment.
'Shit...' "What were you saying?"
"Just that I'm proud of you. I know it hasn't been easy, but I appreciate you telling me what's been going on." He gazes into Yuri's ocean-green eyes with a sincere look, "you mean the world to me, Yura."
The words both make Yuri's cheeks heat up and his chest ache with guilt. "D-Da...of course..." 'He can't know. Only Viktor knows, and that was a pure accident...'
The Russian's mind briefly flickers back to a few months ago. It was a simple mistake on his end, he would say. When changing, Viktor had walked in and seen the damage that the blonde had inflicted on his arms and immediately questioned him about it. It was obvious that the platinum-haired man would know what it was, after all, Yuri had seen the faded pale scars that covered the older skater's thighs at one point or another.
After practically begging him, Viktor had reluctantly agreed not to tell anyone - but only after making Yuri swear he would come to him if he ever felt like doing it again.
He yawns softly, which causes Otabek to yawn as well. "As much as I don't want to, I should go. It's getting late...or early, depending on how you want to look at it."
The blonde cracks a little smile at this and nods. "Fine...but you better text me in the morning."
Otabek laughs, "Alright," he sighs as he spends a few seconds just admiring Yuri, "I love you."
Yuri feels his cheeks heat up once again as his heart swells. "I love you too, Beka..." And just as soon as the call started, it came to an end and Yuri's room was filled with a cold silence.
The blonde closes his laptop and moves it to his nightstand, his chest now once again filled with the crushing emptiness that was there earlier. He pulls the covers up further to his chin while Potya purred softly by his feet.
'If only he knew the truth...what would he think then...?'