Yuri On Ice!~ What Happened Next?

Yutabek PT1

Yuri had had enough of the gold medal winners. Why had they won the medal? Sure, it was the Viktor Nikoforov, but a pig on skates couldn't do better than a prima ballerina, right? So how had they won?

Storming down the corridor away from Viktor's flat to catch up with the others, Phichit called out. "Why did we leave?! I was going to get great pictures for my instagram..." He pouted.

"I don't care." Yuri mumbled, speeding through the front doors to the block of apartments. "Go to Lee's house. I'm sure he'd be delighted to see you." He said sarcastically, plugging his earphones into his phone. He groaned. "Why does this new phone keep on recording? I didn't even tap it on! Ugh, next chance I get, I buying a Sunsing phone." Yuri promised himself. Otabek brought his hand up to his mouth, holding his breath and averting his eyes from his partner.

Phichit clicked his fingers. "Of course he would!" He sprinted past Yuri and Otabek, waving as he did so. "See ya!"

Yuri stayed frozen on the spot until Otabek released his breath and patted him on the head. "It's okay." He said.

Yuri's cheeks tinted pink. "What?" He whispered, hunching his shoulders. Yuri didn't know why, but Otabek's hand on his head felt calming, reassuring, a little on the cold side, but still relaxing.

"About the silver medal. It's alright." Otabek carried on, petting behind Yuri's ear. "You were amazing; no one expected any less from you."

Yuri didn't reply. How did this cool-demeanoured man with his cold hands and his charcoal eyes see straight through Yuri's mask?

Yuri was suddenly brought back to his senses when he felt Otabek step closer to him, gracefully looping his other arm around his shoulders. Otabek sighed onto the top of his skating partner's hair.

"It's okay, Yu-chan." Otabek said in his usual soothing voice, a certain softness in his tone. "You looked beautiful."

Yuri flushed completely red. Grabbing Otabek's arm, he tugged it off himself and leaped forward. "G-Get off me!" He told him hastily, facing away from him still, a bewildered look on his face. "W-What was that?!" He shouted before walking off with his hands in his pockets again. He pressed his code into his phone and grumbled. "I do not want a recording of Phichit, thank you!"

When Yuri was at a distance, Otabek answered, the cold wind prohibiting his words from reaching the target destination. "Любовь." (Love) He shook his head slowly, a pained smile adorning his lips.

~

Yuri jumped backwards onto his bed, landing with a heavy sigh. "Ah." He exhaled. Folding his arms behind his head, he put in his earphones and played music, a little louder than a normal person would've done. Within two minutes, he was asleep. Otabek entered the room.

"Yuri." He spoke. Yuri couldn't hear; one, he was asleep, and two, if he was awake, Otabek'd be blocked out by the music. "Good." Otabek muttered.

Sitting down on the couch on the other side of the room, he leaned onto his knees. Otabek's mind had been going all fuzzy since the Grand Prix Finals. Why? He glanced over at the youngest in the room; Yuri. All Yuri's fault. It wasn't particularly a bad reason, not for Yuri, anyway. All he had to do was not get too close or be too cute, or beautiful...

So, what was Otabek's problem? You could guess, considering he wasn't doing too well at hiding it.

He was in love with Yuri.

Otabek's mind became candy floss whenever he was near Yuri, and his heart became a drum, constantly beating and getting louder, louder, LOUDER. Sometimes he couldn't even control how he felt around him, just like outside Viktor's apartment.

'Maybe, he thought when he was outside the apartment, if I didn't look at him, I wouldn't think about him.'

That had obviously worked really well. Yuri had ended up walking away, but he couldn't help it! He held his breath again.

"Yuri." He spoke.

Silence.

Otabek stood up and looked down at Yuri. His hands clenched into a tight fist as he carried on. He stared longingly at the blonde. Otabek, for the first time in forever, blushed at what he was planning on saying next. Peeling his eyes off Yuri, he walked to the door. He held the handle. "I love you." He bowed his head and let himself out, walking to his own flat just below Yuri's.

Half an hour later, the blonde woke up to his music. "Kiss, kiss, kiss tonight~" Yuri whispered, doing the hand movements to Daisuke's song.

His phone suddenly beeped. Checking the screen, he grabbed his phone tightly with both hands. "When did I recor-!" He stopped himself. On the screen there was a minimised picture of the sound waves. "Oh great, I was snoring, wasn't I?" Yuri slapped his forehead.

He tapped the 'play from' button and type in '5mins'. What he heard surprised him.

There was a sound of a chair scraping on the floor slightly. Yuri looked up at the chair, noticing that the fabric had sunk in a bit. "Who the Hell has been in my room?!" He yelled, only to be quietened when there were more sounds. There were footsteps trailing away, becoming quieter and quieter each time. And then...

'I love you.'