Prima {Otayuri}

Epilogue.

Yuri ran down the street, towards the office building which Otabek worked. Yuri was sore, he had just ended a junior dance class in a studio about a block away. The students love him, and he loved to teach them, he was extra careful to make sure that none of them went through what he went through. Yuri pushed past a few people and he finally saw who he was searching for. Otabek stood by the double doors of the building, talking to a few reporters. The office had fallen victim to a tragedy, one of the employees had passed away due to heart failure. Yuri bounded up the stone stairs and brushed past a reporter, before throwing his arms around Otabek's neck. Otabek smiled and held onto Yuri as his hair fell into his face.

"Oh, Mr. Plisetsky, who may this be? One of your new employees?" The reporter asked, as she hadn't gotten a good look at Yuri's face. Yuri turned around and faced her. "Dance teacher, and former prima ballerina. Oh, and Otabek's husband of 6 years" Yuri smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair, which had fallen from his braid, behind his ear. The reporter's jaw dropped as she shouted apologies. Yuri waved his hands dismissively. Otabek hugged Yuri from behind.

"Well, Mr. Plisetsky. We've recently heard that you've teamed up with another charity group to help children and young adults win their battles with cancer. What has inspired you to start your business, which now has many employees and many people who donate, and what made you choose to donate to cancer research?" The reporter asked and held the microphone out for Otabek to answer. Otabek didn't even need to think.

"Ah, well. My little sister got cancer, lung cancer to be exact. She did survive, and she's doing amazing now, but it was tough. At the time, I was still on ice. I was actually about to fly out for a competition. I got a call the same day of my flight, from my father, saying that Aiday was sick with lung cancer. I cancelled the flight, which was to America, and scheduled one to Kazakhstan, my home country. I deleted social medias so I wouldn't feel pressured to speak to my fans, who I do appreciate. I couldn't pay for my phone bills and such. I spent all my money on Aiday's treatment. It did pay off, she's healthy now. But that time was hard on the whole family, and especially me and Aiday. Aiday, because she was the one who was sick, and myself, who had to throw everything away for her treatment. I left all my friends behind, my career, everything. I don't want others to have to go through that" Otabek looked down and buried his face in Yuri's hair. He felt his eyes getting wet. Yuri placed his hands on Otabek's which were around his waist. The reporter wiped her eyes and smiled.

"That's such a sad story, I'm glad your sister is okay now. Thank you for talking to us!" The reporters and cameramen left. Otabek brought Yuri inside the building, and out of the chilly autumn air. Yuri only wore a t-shirt and sweatpants over his leotard, so he was quite cold. His nose and cheeks were red. Otabek and Yuri walked up a small flight of stairs that lead to the second floor, where Otabek's office was located. He owned the business, and the building. He often held charity events and such, he got a lot of people wanting to work with him. The two stepped into the office, which was quite large. Otabek had a few sweaters and coats on hangers he had drilled into the wall. He pulled one of his fluffy sweaters off of the hooks and tossed it to Yuri, before grabbing a thinner sweater for himself. The two left again, waving to some of the other employees on their way out.

"Beka, you left your bike at home today. Did you take a taxi?" Yuri asked. Otabek chuckled a bit. "Not exactly, you'll see" Otabek smiled and took Yuri's hand, intertwining their fingers. They stepped out of the building and walked past the now orange and red trees. The dead leaves crunched under their feet as they walked through the parking lot. Otabek lead them to a gorgeous car, a newer model. It was all black.

"Bought a new car, driving a motorcycle in winter isn't safe" Otabek smiled and unlocked the car, opening the passenger door for Yuri. Otabek walked around to the driver's side and climbed in, turning the radio on. Yuri smiled and reached over, resting his hand on Otabek's thigh as Otabek drove to their home.

The house was dark, no lights on. They had moved to a nice house on the opposite end of town, away from Yuri's shitty apartment in the dangerous streets, lined with convenience stores and fast food places. Yuri shivered as he took off his shoes, and felt the coldness of the wood floor against his feet.

"Oh! I'm going to make us some hot chocolate, could you get the fireplace started or whatever you do with it" Yuri flicked on lights and smiled. Otabek chuckled and nodded. Yuri ran off into the kitchen and began to boil some water as he found the tin of the store bought hot chocolate powder. Otabek started a fire and brought some blankets out to the living room so he and Yuri could sit by the fire. He placed a few on the floor, and kept two ready so he could wrap them around Yuri and himself. A few moments later, Yuri came out with two large mugs of hot chocolate. Otabek was sitting in front of the fire, oblivious to the fact Yuri had left the kitchen.

"Beka! These mugs are hot and both of my hands are burning, take one, dumbass!" Yuri hissed as his hands shook, little drops of hot chocolate spilling out and onto his pale hands. Otabek jumped up and took a mug, before leading Yuri to the blankets. They sat down next to each other, Yuri leaning on Otabek's shoulder, and blankets around them. Beka the cat even joined them and cuddled up on their legs.

"I love you, Yuri Plisetsky" Otabek suddenly said as they sipped their hot chocolate.

"I love you too, idiot" Yuri blushed.

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whelp. that's over. can't say i'm super proud with this story, but :)
-Hayden