mistake ; yuri on ice a.u

two

I was staring at my bedroom roof. Thinking about what Yuuri did.

—Yuuri...Yuuri...Yuu—I remembered something.—Yuri!

I grabbed my phone and called him.

Yuri.

Yuri Plisetsky.

—Happy Birthday Yurio!—I said.

—I fucking told you that I'm not fucking Yurio!—I laughed.—Thanks Viktor.

—You have sixteen now. Wow, how fast the time passes, right?

—Yeah, wanna hang out today?

—Yeah, why don't you come up to my apartment in the afternoon. I know that you are still not legal, but I don't mind if you want to share some beers with your 'big brother'.

I heard him smiling on the other side of the phone.

—Okay, I'll see you there Viktor. Прощай.

—Take care of yourself Yurio.

—I'm not Yurio!—And then he hung up.

I putted some clothes on and went to the store to buy some beers.

* * *

It was 4:00 pm. Someone knocked the door.

—Yurio!

—I'm not Yurio you piece of shit!

We started to drink, always taking care of him. I don't want him to have troubles with alcohol at this age.

—So, do you want me to order something for dinner?—I asked.

—Oh no, no. I'm going to have a d-a dinner with Otabek—he smiled.

He was smiling.

Smiling about someone.

Someone that isn't him, or anyone of his family.

Weird.

—Hey, what's up with you and that Otabek?—I asked. Worried.

His face changed.

I hate when faces change.

—A well. He's a good friend, you know? And he invited me to this place. So I don't wanna be late and stuff like that.

—Seems like something serious.

—Well, I aprecciate him... a lot.

Wait a minute.

—Is he your boyfriend?

He seemed nervous, and he blushed.

—No! No. I mean. Did he told you so? He talks about me? Did he...

—Yuri, you are getting nervous.

—I like him. I-I like Otabek.

That words brought out the worst of me.

—How the fuck you-you..! You like a man!? Are you gay?

—Hey, stay calm. I don't know. He makes me feel safe.

—Safe!? Safe!? A stupid faggot makes you feel safe!? They don't know anything about life! Otabek, a fag? He seemed pretty man to me.

—What are you talking about? What do you mean with "he seemed pretty man  to me"? First of all, you can't be gay if you aren't a man. And second of all, I do now people that are—you know—a little femenine and they are married and have kids with girls. Being manly doesn't mean that you are atomatically straight or something—. He said.

God I was so angry.

I was so fucking angry.

I stood up and opened a bottle of Vodka. I started drinking. And I mean really  drinking.

—Hey, calm down Viktor.

—Don't tell me to calm down after you said to me that you are gay! Why do...why do all the people that I care about ended being gay.

—I am not...! Okay, maybe...

—You like Otabek, right? Well that makes you gay.

—"That makes  me gay". Well if that makes someone gay. Then it's pretty gay to me. Yes, I'm gay.

I trowed a glass with all my anger.

—What the fuck is wrong with you!?

—Get out of here! Get out! I don't want gays in my house!

—Viktor...

I started crying.

God I was so, so, so angry.

—I love you, Yuri. I care about you. You are like a little brother to me. This is difficult to me. It's difficult to someone like me to assimilate this things. Please think good about hat do you want for your life, for your career.

He started crying. But he contained himself to not to.

—Viktor. I need to go. I love you too, brother.

I started crying more.

I heard the door closing a couple seconds after.

—Why God? Why do you do this to me?—I said.

* * *

Maybe I exagerated a little.

Maybe I would say those things more calmed.

Or maybe I would warn him other day. It was his birthday god damn it.

Someone texted me.

It was Pichit.

'Hey you. I bet that you are laying on your bed while Yuuri's still in a hospital room. You don't now how much I told him that you are a bad person. Whatever, tomorrow he's going out from the hospital, and you  are going to pick him up. Alright?'

Alright.

Shit I have a lot of stuff going on.