Of Monsters and Men (yuri x otabek)

Problems

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"Yuratchka."

"Yuratcka wake up."

"YURATCHKA!"

I pillow slaps my back back and I jolt up from my bed. "Jesus Christ, what the hell grandpa?" I murmur tiredly.

"Training starts today, you need to have a good breakfast with your grandfather, now wake up." He snaps at me. "Geez, I'm an old man with limited time on my hands, I shouldn't be wasting it waking up a lazy teenager." He grumbles to himself as he leaves the room.

I groan as I turn onto my back to face the ceiling, staring up blankly at it for a while. Damn, it's Wednesday already? Where did the time go? It was just Monday...

"You were in love with him right?"

Viktor's text comes back to me like a rock in the head. I was so pissed off when he sent that I was almost tempted to go back up into his apartment and beat his ass. But I was too exhausted so I went home instead.

Me? In love with Otabek? Is he insane? Him and I were friends when I was fifteen, I didn't even acknowledge the existence of love then. I was never in love with him, I was just grateful for him. That's why it sucks to have him come back into my life as a stranger with a future that I have barely any idea about......But is that true? I mean, every time I think about him with Mila, it's like my heart sinks and I feel lost and disappointed. I feel lonely. That's only because I'm jealous right? I envy what he has going for him. He has a future outside of the rink, and all I have is skating. Him and I used to be running at the same pace, now he's so far ahead of me and I don't know how to catch up.

That's it, that's the only reason I'm feeling this way, not because I was in love with him. But because I want to be like him.

My thoughts become quiet for a second, something about what I'm thinking just doesn't seem right. Do I really want to be like Otabek? Or do I-

"YURATCHKA!" My grandpa booms.

"I'M COMING!" I shout back in annoyance.

A few minutes later I'm hobbling down the stairs into the kitchen, Piroshki close behind me. Grandpa watches closely as I sit down, today there's tuna sandwiches on the table. I give him a grossed out look. "Grandpa, you know I hate tuna."

"You hate anything that's good for you, you're a growing boy, you need your fish!" He states firmly.

Piroshki jumps onto my lap and tries to snag one of the sandwiches, I break off a piece for him and he takes it happily. I sigh as I take a bite and chew slowly, Grandpa clears his throat.

"It looks like you have a lot on your mind, do you want to talk about it?" He asks carefully.

I rub my eyes tiredly. "I'm OK Grandpa, there's nothing to talk about."

"Yuratchka-"

"I said I'm OK!" I snap.

He gives me a surprised look. "Oh, a-alright, I'm sorry,"