Of Monsters and Men (yuri x otabek)

Let Go

Fuck, my head hurts so much right now. It feels like there's a drill pressing against my skull. Luckily when I got home last night, grandpa was fast asleep on the couch so he didn't have a chance to beat me up for coming home wasted.

I turn slowly onto my back and look down at my clothes, looks like I was too drunk to change last night. They're damp with my sweat, and what is that? Barf? Ugh, gross. Thank God it's the weekend so there's no practice, I need a shower.

I drag myself to the washroom, peel out of my sweaty clothing, and climb into the bath, putting the water on hot to wake my nerves up. I barely even remember what happened last night, when I came upstairs I was out like a light. Except, I do unfortunately remember trying to kiss Otabek. Dammit.

I climb out of the shower after about a half hour standing under the water and trudge back to my room. I'm too lazy to put on a shirt so I just pull on some sweatpants. A loud knocking sounds on my door then. "Yuratchka, I can't believe how much water you just used up! Who do you think pays for the bills around here you crazy teenager!" My grandpa shouts angrily.

I open the door. "Sorry, grandpa, oh, by the way, I need $100 dollars for Yakov. He needs me to help pay for his carpets since I threw up on them the other day."

"What?" He snaps. "You, you're like a walking bank machine when you want to be."

I sigh. "Sorry, I can get a job if you want."

"You better, I barely have any money as it is because of how much you eat," He pesters me as I head downstairs. "Oh, by the way, there's a handsome young man here-"

I stop when I see Otabek sitting in the living room, looking curiously around the place. When he notices me his eyes widen. Shit! I don't have a shirt on! I try to run back upstairs but grandpa stops me.

"Hey now, that's no way to greet our guests Yuratchka!" He drags me by the arm down the stairs into the living room.

"Geez Grandpa, can I atleast get a shirt, what the hell!" I blush awkwardly.

He shakes his head. "I'll get you one quickly, keep him company. He came here for you after all."

I watch him flatly as he goes back upstairs.

"Um, sorry for dropping in randomly like this. I just wanted to make sure you were OK after last night-"

"Sh, sh, don't talk too loudly, my grandpa still doesn't know about that." I hush, putting a finger over my mouth.

He nods quickly, but is avoiding eye contact with me. I put my arms over my chest, geez he's so obvious. "So is that all?" I ask.

"Ah, no actually, I need your help with something." He replies.

"With what?"

Grandpa comes back downstairs and passes me a white t-shirt. "Here you go Yuratchka," I pull it over my head quickly. "If you all need anything, I'll be outside in the back. Yuratchka, offer your friend some snacks will you? Goodness gracious, who raised you to be so inconsiderate?" He huffs at me.

"OK grandpa, I will sorry." God, why's he embarrassing me so much?

Otabek stands then. "Um, actually, I was wondering if I could take your grandson out for a bit? I need him to help me with something."

Grandpa beams at him. "Of course you can! Well isn't this exciting? My Yuratchka finally has some friends to hang out with! You should see him, all he does is skate and talk to his cat-"

"Grandpa!" I hiss.

"Oops, sorry, see? He gets so defensive about his pet. Alright, I'll leave you two be, have a nice time!" He quickly walks off, laughing giddily to himself.