Insomnia (OtaYuri fanfic)

Chapter 2: Sorrowful days, drunken nights

   After that night, the two of them tried their best to meet more often. It was like they were best friends already. A weird sort of friendship, if you may call it that. They both made a compromise, Otabek would stay up for a little longer at night, Yuri would wake up a bit earlier in the morning, it was like a routine. Something both of them cherished. To tell the truth, everyday seemed to start nicely and end just as nice. The Kazakh wasn't drinking his coffee alone anymore, and he couldn't ask for better company in the morning. He seemed so happy, greeting him with a smile everytime, making his day gradually better. That smile was everything to the dark haired male, even if the Russian didn't even acknowledge just how much that friendly manner of his towards him meant to him. It was almost frustrating that he knew that smile wasn't particularly for him.

   His roommate was usually punctual, but there were times when he had training in the morning, days in which he would get calls from a certain man, which would brighten his day even more than it already was. This day was no exception. As he was spacing out, intensely looking down at his coffee, the blond received a phone call, that snatched him out of his little world, his eyes sparking at the sight of the number calling him. "Viktor, hi! What's up, is everything ok?" He said, his smile widening at the hearing of his rink mate's voice. From the other side of the phone you could hear a masculine and a rather melodic voice. "I just called you to remind you we have training earlier today so make sure you won't be late." The toned man standing at the kitchen counter looked at the boy closely. He seemed so excited to talk to that one man, this one man he didn't even know about, and yet the thought of him making the teenager happier than anything Otabek could do was just... frustrating. In just a few days the pretty boy became something special to him, he was content with every moment they spent together, and to think his smile was for totally different reasons...

   Little did Otabek know, the teenager had no interest in the silver haired Russian. The only reason he was being so excited to be called by him was the fact that he was and is, and will always be his idol, he looked up to him. That, and a small, insignificant detail... He was the right age to compete in the senior division this year. And, in his previous junior years, he won every single competition he was competing in, because his idol made a promise that was crucial for him. It was all he dreamed of, and that was for him to choreograph his senior debut. And for that, he was counting the days until the Grand Prix.

   The problem was, Otabek had no idea about all of this. And Yuri seemed infatuated with the man, he was so happy every time he talked to him. Was that jealously? These feelings were unknown to him, he was not one to lose his temper easily. But the way the Russians were flirting with each other was driving him nuts. At least, that's how he saw the situation. But it wasn't like he could do anything about it, anyway. He couldn't just intrude in his life like that when he couldn't even explain his own feelings, himself. All he knew was that he saw something in those eyes he have never seen before. Hell, he could describe those eyes in thousands of thousands of metaphors and it still wouldn't be enough for him. Because anything he saw in those eyes was something that can't be described in just simple, mere words. At times he wished he could say something. But Yuri seemed just so happy, and that smile melted his heart in such a way, he couldn't just ruin everything for him. He didn't even notice when the other finished his conversation with the person unfamiliar to the Kazakh, until he said "Alright gotta go, see ya tonight?" The pretty blond said with a smile as the other nodded blankly, too lost in his thoughts to even proceed whatever the other said to him.

Time passed, the foreign man spending his day in deep thought, even his co-workers rather concerned of the condition of the one no one would usually pay attention to. He was always such a silent and calm presence, no one would notice him all that much. His female co-workers, however, would notice him from time to time. He was an attractive man and there was no one in there who could say otherwise. Today, however he didn't even have the energy to deal with their flirting. He was just spacing out the whole time, ignoring every single one of them, the only thing on his mind being the blond and the smile on his face while he was talking to some other man. Finally, after a full day of infinite questions, he arrived home, plopping himself on the couch in annoyance. He was exhausted and all he wanted to to was to see his room mate and talk about everything and nothing at the same time, as they always do. Before he even realised it, he drifted into a deep sleep, trying his hard to rest before the unfortunate and inevitable storm that was called Yuri Plisetsky was about to arrive to the flat after a hard day of work and training.