Otabek had disappeared. He was there a moment ago, but seemingly in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Yuri called and called, but no answer. No texts back, deleted social media accounts, and an empty apartment where Otabek had once stayed. Yuri cried, for he had just lost his only friend.
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Yuri slammed the door to the studio as he stepped out into the cold streets. He was still in his leotard, he just put sweatpants over them. His long blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun, and he was beginning to get a headache. His feet were killing him, although he had changed into his vans, it did not help. Yuri slung his small bag over his shoulder and stepped into a nearby bar.
After getting drunk off of vodka and margaritas, he watched a few of the strippers that stood on a small stage. Yuri got bored, all of the strippers were female. He stood up and started to limp his way out of the bar. A few people bumped into Yuri, causing him to shout at them before grumpily moving along. But then he bumped into a boy just a few inches taller than him. Yuri looked up to see who was now apologizing and offering to buy Yuri a drink.
"Beka?!"
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Prima {Otayuri}
FanfictionYuri Plisetsky is a prima ballerina. One night after he was made preform by his instructor, Lilia, he goes out for a night full of vodka and angrily shouting at the other drunk people who bump into him. But he did not expect to bump into his best f...
