Bromance with Benefits - Close to him sequel {YOI Fanfic, ft. Otayuri & Victuri}

Chapter Fifteen

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[Narrator's POV]

"Beka, Beka, Beka!" Yuri calls excitedly as he hurries into the bedroom. He jumps onto the bed and shakes Otabek. "Otabek Altin, wake up!"

Otabek groans and pushes Yuri off the bed.

Yuri lands with a hard thud. "Ouch! Thank god I won't have to share a bed with you anymore, you lazy sack of potatoes!"

"What?" Otabek murmurs sleepily.

"You're bed has arrived!" Yuri exclaims. "I've already cleaned out the spare room and put it in there."

Otabek yawns and sits up. "Cool...wait, what? How did you move it by yourself?"

"It's in pieces, dummy. That's what happens when you have it delivered from online." Yuri answers. "We have to put it together!"

"That's why you're so excited? Because we have to build the bed." Otabek says, unimpressed.

"Yeah, it'll be fun!" Yuri replies happily.

"If you say so." Otabek sighs.

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[Yuri's POV]

Otabek and I gather the tools I had bought and head into the spare room.

"I hope I grabbed the right stuff, I don't really know much about tools." I admit as I examine the instructions.

"That's okay, I know quite a lot." Otabek replies.

"That's good I finally have a handyman in the house." I say, plopping down beside the pile of furniture parts.

Otabek kneels on the other side along with the toolbox. "Hopefully you're not as useless with tools as I am with cooking."

"That's impossible." I joke.

My phone beeps. I open it to see the picture of Otabek, Liza and I at the club in Kazakhstan, she had tagged me in it. I smile and click on her profile.

My jaw drops.

"What is it?" Otabek asks.

I'm staring down at a picture of Liza and Opal the DJ kissing.

"I don't think Liza is straight." I observe.

Otabek laughs. "Bout time you cottoned on."

"Hey, I was a little tipsy and very delirious that night." I say defensively.

"I'll say. You kept telling me how hot DJ's are." Otabek chuckles. "It was very nice being complimented by you, though."

My cheeks begin to heat up. "I compliment you...sometimes."

"Not without getting all embarrassed like you are now." Otabek replies coolly.

I avert my eyes anxiously.

"It's as simple as this," Otabek says. "Yura, you might not like it but I think you look cute with your hair back in that pink headband and I wish I knew how to braid hair like my sister because she was right, you looked beautiful; but that doesn't mean you aren't an intensely hot male also."

By the time Otabek finished this detailed sentence, my face was burning.

My heart is beating really fast again, only this time it doesn't feel so bad. I feel all bubbly inside like I always do when Otabek compliments me...but it's because I appreciate his approval as my older and cooler best friend, he could be thinking about it a completely different way for all I know.