A/N:Hi guys, and welcome to a new AU!
Just a few small things on this:
- Yuri and Otabek both live in Almaty
- Yuri is of age (16)
This is the first request I've ever gotten, and I'm very happy to be able to write this for her! I hope you enjoy this, Shiranai Atsune
Enjoy!~
Wait For Me
It was an evening like many before. Yuri had made himself comfortable on the large, dark leather sofa in Otabek's living room, his knees pulled up to his chest. Their favorite pizza – extra pepperoni and mushrooms – was waiting for them on the coffee table in front of Yuri while Otabek was off in the kitchen, fetching both of them a drink. The TV on the wall was stuck on the starting screen of Mario Kart, the happy, upbeat music the only sound in Otabek's small, single bedroom apartment.
Yuri smiled as he watched Otabek move around in the kitchen. Over the years, he'd gotten used to this, their routine. Otabek had been his friend for as long as he could remember; ever since Yuri was four and he and his mom had moved into the same apartment complex as Otabek's family after the divorce, Otabek had been in his life. Being two years older hadn't seemed to bother Otabek. In fact, he'd always stood up for Yuri over the years. He'd been one of the few people to accept him exactly for who he really was: a moody, insecure teenager, rejecting everyone's company but Otabek's.
Otabek had been the only steady force in his life as Yuri's mom had worked multiple jobs in order to keep up with the bills. And apparently Otabek had felt the same way about Yuri, because when Otabek's parents wanted to move to a more spacious and safe home in the countryside a little over two years ago, Otabek had refused. Instead, he'd stayed behind, living on his own at the age of sixteen – ignoring the dangers of living by himself in a pretty shady part of Almaty.
Almost every day, Yuri would wait for Otabek to get home from school, until Otabek had nonchalantly tossed him a copy of the front door keys one day, saying Yuri might as well have one. Yuri had been overjoyed, and Otabek's house had been more of a home than his own from that moment on. Yet over the past few months Yuri had found himself back at his actual house more often, while Otabek studied for his exams during the last year of high school. He hadn't wanted to distract his friend, knowing Otabek would jump at every chance he got to spend time with Yuri. However, their weekly game nights on Friday and Saturday had remained. Many had already passed, and Yuri was absolutely sure that many more would come.
"Here you go," Otabek broke Yuri from his thoughts when he was handed a can of Vanilla Coke as Otabek sat down next to him, the new weight making the couch shift.
"Thanks, Beka. You know you don't have to stockpile these for me, right? I know you hate them," Yuri replied as he took the can with a smile. He instantly opened it and took a sip before reaching over and placing it next to the open pizza box on the table.
Otabek smirked at Yuri. That familiar smirk that held the promise of a full smile if only he allowed it. It was one of things about Otabek that made Yuri's heart beat a little faster each time he saw it. Mostly because generally that 'smile' was only meant for Yuri's eyes.
"I like taking care of you," was all Otabek said as he grabbed the controllers to his console and tossed one to Yuri, eyes on the TV screen in front of them.
Yuri felt his cheeks heat up involuntarily and instinctively dropped his head a little. He accepted the controller wordlessly and was glad that his hair was partially hiding his face on the side where Otabek was sitting.
Lately Otabek had been having that effect on him. Whenever he said things like that, Yuri's cheeks would flush and he would feel his heart flutter. He found it quite annoying, really. At first he had no idea what was the matter with him, but the longer it went on, the more it had become clear to him: he wanted Otabek to be more than just a friend.
"Whatever." Yuri puffed out his cheeks in a pout, and from Otabek's chuckle coming from right beside him, the older boy must have noticed. Which obviously only caused his cheeks to flush harder, and for Yuri to mentally curse his hormones.
Yuri was glad Otabek didn't comment on it any further, and instead hit 'start' on the game. Yuri had lost count on how many times they'd already played Mario Kart together, but could count the times he'd beaten Otabek on both his hands.
Somehow Otabek had a real talent for gaming, and was nearly impossible to beat. There were times when Yuri had been so frustrated with his friend that he'd thrown the controller at his head and stomped off to the small balcony on the backside of the apartment, just to get some air and cool off. Afterwards he'd come back, head hanging in shame as he apologized to Otabek for losing his shit. Yet Otabek never got mad at him and always told him that it was okay and that he was a pretty sore loser himself too.
"Yeah right. Easy to say when you never lose," Yuri had thought. Especially because the rare times that he beat Otabek, he had been cheering for Yuri.
But tonight was different. Otabek didn't seem his usual self. He drove his character into walls or off the course a numerous amount of times. He even managed to get hit by a fair amount of slippery banana peels that could have been easily avoided.
Though Yuri had felt victorious the first few times he'd won and rubbed it in Otabek's face, the sheer lack of enthusiasm as the night continued was starting to worry him. Everything about Otabek suddenly seemed off: the way he was staring blindly at the screen, looking but not seeing; sighing whenever he messed up – and knew he messed up; the light slump in his shoulders and the frown permanently stuck between his eyebrows. And when Otabek just sat there and didn't move when their next game started, Yuri had about as much as he could take.
With a growl, Yuri tossed his own controller onto the floor and snatched the one Otabek was using from his hands. Otabek's eyes widened as he seemed to snap out of whatever daze he had been stuck in, and his brown orbs snapped up to meet Yuri's angry, vibrant green ones.
"Yura? What's wrong?," Otabek asked. His voice was a little unsteady and insecure, as if he himself had no clue what Yuri was mad about.
"Don't give me that shit, Beka! You've been losing games nonstop and barely saying a word, and it's starting to piss me off! So fucking tell me what's wrong or I'm going home," Yuri responded harshly. The words came out of his mouth much more frustrated than he had meant for them to be, but he was beyond done with his friend's behavior. He knew Otabek could be the quiet, sulking type when he had something on his mind, but this was just ridiculous.
Otabek let out a deep sigh and slouched back against the couch. Yuri frowned as Otabek brought a hand up to his forehead and lightly rubbed the skin before threading his fingers back through his dark locks and closed his eyes. Yuri could practically feel the tension humming through Otabek as he watched him take a few deep breaths.
Yuri was worried. Through all the years he'd known Otabek, he'd never seen his friend so conflicted. Slowly he turned his head to look at Yuri, and his eyes were slightly unfocused. At any other moment, Yuri would have thought he looked sexy; blurred eyes, messy hair, mouth slightly agape as he tried to formulate his words, and draped back against the couch. But not now. Now it only showed Yuri how lost Otabek was. In return, Yuri's chest tightened in concern.
After a few careful tries of opening and closing his mouth, Otabek finally sighed and averted his eyes.
"You're right, I'm sorry," Otabek mumbled in defeat and sat up, resting his arms on his thighs as he kept his eyes glued on the TV screen. "I'm close to failing math, just because I screwed up on a few important tests. If I don't do well on the next test, I most likely won't be accepted into the university I want to go to."
Yuri frowned. Really, that's what had Otabek's panties in a bunch? That's what he'd been so upset about all night? He could have just told him, and Yuri would have understood. He knew Otabek was trying his best to get accepted into the International Information Technology University in Almaty, because apparently he really wanted to get into computer science. Yuri had never seen the appeal of it, nor understood anything about it, but he'd always enjoyed listening to Otabek talk about things related to the subject.
Otabek was trying his best to make a future for himself, while Yuri was failing pretty much all his classes just because he couldn't be bothered to pay attention. He'd gotten used to winging whatever test was thrown at him. Sometimes it worked out, and most of the time it didn't. Yuri figured he'd just see whatever life brought him. If necessary, he could always work multiple jobs like his mom. He had no plans of starting a family of his own, so it should be pretty easy to provide for himself. Yet Otabek was the complete opposite, and the fact that he tried so hard while Yuri was slacking made Yuri feel horrible.
"Damn it, Beka, you should have told me sooner. I wouldn't have bothered you so much," Yuri replied after a few seconds of silence, a slight frown still present between his eyes. Really, Otabek should have said something if he needed more time to study.
"I know, but I like having you around. This place doesn't feel like home when you're not here," Otabek softly spoke, and Yuri swore he could see a light blush dusting those caramel-colored cheekbones. His eyes were still fixed on 'Game Over' flashing on the TV as his lips lightly curled into a smirk. "Even if you're loud and steal all the good food."
Yuri blinked stupidly as Otabek glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, that damn smirk still plastered on his face. Yuri had been ready to say something sappy in return. Something along the lines of "You are the only home I need", but Otabek had ruined the moment with the added remark.
So instead of saying something sweet that could have been a hint for Otabek on how Yuri felt about him, Yuri kicked Otabek off the couch with a hard, deliberate shove to his hips. Otabek yelped as Yuri's foot dug into the side of his body and knocked him to his knees on the floor. At least his friend had the decency to look shocked when his dark eyes rolled up at Yuri, and Yuri glared down at him.
Since Yuri couldn't tell Otabek the reason behind his glare or the pout that followed – because confessing his love to someone he'd known for so long just wasn't on his schedule today – he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, much to Otabek's amusement, whose mouth instantly curled into a light smirk as he slipped back onto the couch.
"Shut up and play with me, Beka," Yuri huffed as he stretched his body to grab his controller off the floor. His cheeks heated up lightly at his own words. "Mario Kart, obviously," Yuri added in his head, but from the way a dark chuckle fell past Otabek's lips, he could tell the damage was already done.
As embarrassed as Yuri felt, he was also relieved. Now that Otabek had shared his worries with Yuri, he seemed a different man. It was like a weight had fallen off his shoulders and he could breathe again. It made the tightness in Yuri's chest melt away like ice cream on a sunny day.
The rest of the night was spent like one of many they'd shared before. Their pizza was long gone, empty cans of soda were scattered across the table, and light touches and friendly shoves were exchanged as Otabek looked and played like his normal self again. As Otabek switched off his Wii, he'd already caught up and surpassed Yuri's earlier winning streak. Damn that guy.
Yuri was about ready to go home, toeing his shoes back on while Otabek cleaned up the mess they'd made. Silently he walked to the kitchen and tossed the stack of empty cans into the trash and placed the empty pizza box on the kitchen counter, too large to fit in Otabek's trash can.
With a shrug of his shoulders, Yuri put his black jacket on, zipping it up and pulling the hood over his head. For some reason he always enjoyed the minor sense of security it gave him, hiding his face behind his hair and in the hood of his jacket. It kept him safe from the random people who would want to exchange words with him on the streets or at school. It kept them at a safe distance; a distance that only Otabek was allowed to breach.
"I'll pop in tomorrow, yes? Don't miss me too much while I'm gone," Yuri joked as he made his way to the front door, one hand stuffed into his pocket and the other one raised in a small goodbye wave to Otabek.
Instead of replying, Otabek stayed silent, and for a second Yuri wondered if Otabek had even heard his words. With a glance he looked back over his shoulder, and found Otabek standing much closer to him than he originally thought, only a foot away. Wasn't the man only just in the kitchen, and when had he moved? Yuri scowled lightly and was about to tell his friend to not scare him like that, when he noticed the look in Otabek's eyes: sad, hollow, like he was on the verge of tears and barely able to hold them back. It made Yuri's breath catch in his throat.
"B-beka?" Yuri asked, not sure what to make of the scene in front of him. Whatever the deal was with Otabek tonight, it was scaring him. Sure, he had seen Otabek in tears before, after his parents had left and he wasn't able to handle the silence and loneliness quite so well, but nothing like this. Never like this.
Otabek turned his dark, chocolate eyes to Yuri, and Yuri could see a small light flicker behind the sullen look. As if someone had suddenly flipped a switch in Otabek's head that made his gears work again and brought him back to life. However, it did nothing to ease the tightness Yuri felt in his chest. Not even when he felt the soft touch of Otabek's fingers slide around his wrist and gently grip it.
"Yuri, there's something I want to ask you," Otabek said as he averted his eyes down to where his hand was wrapped around Yuri's wrist.
The warmth of Otabek's hand made Yuri's skin tingle. Deep down a thought of wonder flashed through him of what it would be like to feel that warmth on places Otabek had never touched before, but this was not the time to let such thoughts distract him. His best friend, his only friend, was clearly troubled by something, so he did the only thing he could think of and nodded.
"What is it, Beka?" Yuri had to swallow past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.
With a soft sigh, voice hushed, Otabek responded, "What if I were to disappear tomorrow? What would you do?"
Green orbs blinked up at Otabek once, then twice. When blinking didn't seem to help him make sense of the strange question, he frowned. It still did nothing for him. Where the hell did such a question even come from? It wasn't like Otabek to ask 'what if' question, especially not such strange ones.
"Shut up, Beka. You're not disappearing, no one is disappearing, okay?" Yuri eventually said with a slightly annoyed ring to his voice. This had to be some kind of messed up joke Otabek was playing on him, there was no other way to explain it. Yuri chose to ignore that fact that messing with him like that was something Otabek would never do.
"I'm serious, Yura. Please?" Otabek's voice held a slight tone of desperation in it. His eyes rolled up to meet Yuri's and the grip around his wrist became just a bit more pressing.
Yuri didn't answer. He had no answer. Because this whole thing was just too ridiculous to even come up with an answer. Instead, he rolled his eyes and turned to face his friend.
"Fine, what would you do then?" The words came out his mouth harsher than he'd meant them to, but he was tired of whatever game Otabek was playing.
Yuri saw something flash through Otabek's eyes; a thought, an emotion – he wasn't exactly sure, and it was gone before he could grasp what it was or if it was even real at all. However, what was very real was the gentle way Otabek moved closer to him, his eyes seemingly darker in the artificial light of the apartment. Yuri refused to look away, even when Otabek was close enough for the fronts of their shirts to touch. Something about the look the elder was giving him had captivated Yuri and made his heart race.
As Otabek stilled himself only a few inches from Yuri's face, he was convinced his friend could heart his heart racing in his chest. The hand around Yuri's wrist slowly moved up his arm until it rested on top of his shoulder, as Otabek's other hand was placed on the opposite one, boxing Yuri into his grasp. The heat that came off them seemed to radiate through Yuri's sweater and spread through his body, setting his cheeks on fire, especially at Otabek's next words.
"I'd kiss you and tell you I love you."
Those words made Yuri's blush flare up to the tips of his ears and down to his chest. Again Yuri was glad he was wearing the jacket, as it hid everything but his burning cheeks. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest at any moment, but instead of accepting Otabek's words for exactly what they were, Yuri felt a twinge of anger rise up from his stomach. How dare Otabek say such things?
Yuri was about to snap back with a snarky remark when both of Otabek's hands grabbed the edges of the black hood on his head and gently tugged him forward, softly brushing his lips against Yuri's. Green eyes widened for just a second, Yuri's body frozen in place. This had to be a dream. It wasn't exactly a kiss, not yet. Even though Otabek held him close, Yuri knew that the older boy was letting him control the next step. But Yuri would be damned if he ended something he'd wanted for so long, no matter how surreal it felt.
So Yuri's hands gripped the front of Otabek's shirt and pulled him closer, turning the promise of a kiss into an actual kiss. Hesitantly his lips moved against his friend's as his eyes fluttered shut. He could feel Otabek let out a deep breath against his cheek, as if he'd been holding it in while he waited for Yuri's reaction. The strong hands on the edge of his hood tightened and held him firmly in place as Otabek lightly moved his lips against Yuri's.
It was his first kiss; their first kiss. It was probably Otabek's first kiss too. But it felt like heaven. A small whimper fell past Yuri's lips as the movements of Otabek's own sent sparks through his body. Otabek's lips were so soft and velvety and felt amazing against his own. Yuri so desperately wanted to feel more of them, and as if Otabek had read his mind, the elder's mouth lightly parted and a wet tongue ran along the seam of Yuri's lips.
Without hesitation Yuri parted his lips and invited Otabek in. It was sloppy at first; their tongues dancing along each other was such a new feeling to Yuri and he was too eager to feel more, taste more of Otabek. He stood up on his toes and wrapped his arms around Otabek's neck, drawing their bodies tightly against one another's, and Otabek's arms slipped around Yuri's waist to hold him up.
The heat coming from Otabek seeped through the layers of clothing separating them, spreading through Yuri's body via his veins and making every nerve more sensitive. It urged him on to be bolder and thrust Otabek's tongue back into his mouth and follow right after it with his own. A deep sound came from Otabek's throat and the hands on Yuri's waist tightened, and Yuri couldn't keep himself from smirking into the kiss as his tongue exploded every crevice.
Yuri could feel his body starting to react to their making out, small twinges of pleasure shooting down to his groin. As if on instinct, he lightly ground his hips against Otabek and moaned at the feeling. In return, Otabek broke the kiss with the sharp intake of a breath.
His eyes fluttered open and were met with the most gentle and kind gaze Otabek had ever given him. His dark chocolate eyes shone with happiness. Yuri had never seen his friend – friend? – like this before, but it made him hungry for more.
Instead, Otabek gently rubbed circles into the newly exposed skin of Yuri's waist. It was such a gentle touch that it instantly made him relax against Otabek and almost purr at the feeling.
"I love you, Yuri," Otabek whispered into the space between their lips.
"He wasn't joking," was all Yuri could think for a moment. Otabek had done exactly what he'd said he was going to do: kiss him – truly and deeply kiss him – and speak the words Yuri had longed to hear for so long. There was only one reply Yuri could give.
"I love you too, you idiot," Yuri answered with the biggest, brightest grin on his face. In response, Otabek placed a soft, chaste kiss on Yuri's lips, as if their confessions wouldn't be valid without it.
Yuri gratefully accepted the short kiss, though he wanted more. Just kissing Otabek had turned him on, and he had the almost overwhelming need to feel more of Otabek's naked skin against him, not just the man's lips. But Otabek knew him too well, and very much against Yuri's desires, Otabek lightly pushed him back onto the soles of his feet with the strong hands still on Yuri's waist.
"Beka, I want you," Yuri whined as he was forced to release the grip he had around Otabek's neck. Otabek wasn't fair. He couldn't start something like this, just kiss him out of the blue, and then expect to not take it any further.
"Not tonight, Yura. But we will, I promise," Otabek whispered in response, his voice a little rough around the edges. A hand gently brushed Yuri's golden hair aside, and Yuri thought his heart would burst from love. He loved Otabek, he would do anything for him. Even putting aside his own carnal needs if Otabek wasn't ready for it yet.
"You should go home, Yura. It's late, I don't want your mom murdering me," Otabek continued with a small chuckle as his thumb lightly caressed Yuri's cheek.
Yuri sighed and reluctantly nodded. Even though his mother was at work most of the time, she would still get mad at him for being home only ten minutes late. "Fine, but I'm coming over tomorrow whether you like it or not."
"I know," Otabek responded as he flashed Yuri a smile. A tiny one, but a smile nonetheless, and it made Yuri's heart flutter.
With another small, quick kiss, Otabek released Yuri's waist and Yuri reluctantly let his arms fall away from Otabek's neck. He could have stayed like that for hours, gazing into Otabek's eyes, but Otabek was right: Yuri's mom would kill him. Not that he cared, but he didn't want Otabek to be blamed for things too. He was too good for that.
So with a light sigh Yuri turned and headed out the door, positively beaming. Finally. Finally after all this time he was able to share the feelings he had for his friend. Though friend wasn't exactly the right word anymore after tonight.
"This makes him my boyfriend, right?" Yuri asked as he absentmindedly traced his lower lip with his thumb, the tender skin tingling at the reminder of Otabek's lips against them. Yuri was already a few apartments down the corridor when he heard Otabek call after him.
"Yura! Wait for me, okay?"
There it was again. That slight desperate tone that Otabek had used earlier that evening as well, when he had asked that strange question about him disappearing. It stirred something inside of Yuri, yet he couldn't quite place a finger on what it was. But it was probably best to leave it alone for now, and relish in the afterglow of their kiss and mutual confession.
Yuri turned around, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. "I'll always wait for you, Beka," Yuri beamed at his boyfriend. Otabek flashed him a bright grin, akin to how Yuri himself felt. Even from a distance and only lit by the light by the front door, he could see the redness of Otabek's cheeks.
Giving Otabek another fond glance, Yuri disappeared into the stair way and headed three stories down to where his own house was. It was quiet and dark, a small lamp in a corner of the living room the only light still on. Yuri's mom was already asleep on the couch. It was close to midnight already and she was generally exhausted when she came home from any of her jobs.
Silently Yuri made his way to the single bedroom, which his mother had let him have when they moved in all those years ago. The floor was littered with clothes, posters of his favorite bands and shows on the walls, leopard print sheets, and a bunch of pictures of him and Otabek hanging on the wall above his bed. It was probably a pretty average room for a sixteen year old.
Yawning, Yuri stripped out of his shoes, pants, and jacket, and curled up under his blanket, a small smile gracing his lips. For the first time in forever, he felt truly happy. And it was all because of Otabek. Meeting Otabek was the best thing that had ever happened in his life. Their time as friends had already been amazing, and he couldn't wait for what lay ahead of them as boyfriends. Snuggling into his pillow, it only took minutes for sleep to claim him, his dreams flooded with images of Otabek.
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Yuri hummed as he made his way up the staircase of the apartment building. It was still rather early, only just before dinner time, but he just couldn't wait any longer to see Otabek. There were so many things he wanted to talk about, and at the same time he wanted to talk about nothing at all and just lie on the couch against Otabek's warm chest, stealing kisses whenever he pleased.
A pale hand reached up and knocked on the door. Yuri and Otabek never used the doorbell at either of their houses. It was their thing, ever since they were kids. Yuri was lightly puzzled why that ever became a thing in the first place now that he thought about it, and couldn't for the life of him remember. Yet as no reply came and the door stayed solidly shut, Yuri quickly became impatient and grabbed his copy of the front door key out of his pocket.
With a smirk, Yuri opened the door, expecting to see Otabek either coming out of the bedroom, bathroom, or making a meal in the kitchen. What he was greeted with instead, was silence and emptiness.
Otabek's whole apartment was empty.
Yuri's eyes widened as he rushed in, the door slamming shut behind him. Everything was gone. The leather couch they'd been sitting on, the dinner table and chairs, the TV on the wall. Everything. Down to the stupid plant Otabek had standing under the lamp in the corner of the room. Even the pictures that decorated the wall were gone. Pictures of Yuri and Otabek throughout the years, and of his family. Everything.
"Beka?" Yuri yelled out. Panic settled in as Yuri ran to the bedroom, his heart pounding against his ribcage. What was going on? Where did everything go? And more importantly, where was Otabek?
Yuri burst through the door of Otabek's bedroom, and found it exactly the same as the living room: completely empty. No unnecessarily neatly made bed, no cluttered desk, guitar or giant bookcase. No reading glasses on a nightstand. Just a bare room, as if no one had ever lived there.
As Yuri rushed to the kitchen, he noticed that even the empty pizza box from last night was gone. The fridge was empty too. With tears in his eyes and his breathing coming fast, Yuri even checked the bathroom. There wasn't even a toothbrush by the sink. The storage room next to the bathroom was completely void of anything as well.
"Beka!"
Again, no one answered. Because no one was there. With wide eyes Yuri stood in the middle of the living room, right where the sofa had been only last night, and looked around in desperation, in disbelief, his hair flying angrily around his face. What the fuck was going on?
In a sheer moment of panic, Yuri looked at the front door, half expecting Otabek to barge through, playing this whole thing off as a joke. But Otabek didn't show. What he spotted instead, was a small piece of paper hanging just below the peep hole.
Yuri's knees were shaking lightly as he walked over and plucked the note from the door. It was folded in half, a picture of Yuri and Otabek stuck between the sides of the paper. It was a picture they'd taken only a few weeks ago, of the two of them snuggled together on the couch. Otabek's arm was loosely draped around Yuri's shoulders. They were wearing matching shirts with a tiger head on them – the same one he was wearing right that moment – and both of them had a goofy grin on their faces. It was a beautiful picture, especially after what had happened last night. But seeing it now, in the empty space of Otabek's apartment, it made Yuri's heart ache.
Taking in a shuddering breath, he folded the piece of paper open. Immediately Yuri recognized Otabek's messy handwriting right in the middle of it.
"Please wait for me. I love you.
-Beka."
A sickening sensation crept up through Yuri's stomach, up his chest, and came out as a small sob. Otabek was gone. The tears that had been stinging in the corners of his eyes spilled over and ran down his cheeks. Otabek was gone. And the bastard had known he was leaving too. It suddenly all made sense: Otabek's nervous, depressing behavior from the night before; the random question about disappearing; the sudden kiss. It all made sense now.
Yuri clasped his free hand over his mouth, muffling the cries that came from his throat. How dare Otabek just leave like that? Why even fucking proclaim his love for Yuri when he knew he'd be gone the next day? Gone where, Yuri had no idea. Otabek had never mentioned that he had any intention of leaving. The thought made Yuri's eyes widen again. Did Otabek leave unwillingly? But then why was his entire apartment cleaned out as well? On second thought, none of this made sense!
Yuri's eyes skimmed over the note again as he wiped the tears from his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It didn't matter where Otabek was. Wherever he was, Yuri was convinced his boyfriend would turn up again some day soon. It didn't matter that the apartment was empty, Otabek would come back. Yuri just knew it. He had to come back. Yuri couldn't even imagine the other possibility, he refused to give it any thought. Because Otabek would come back.
Clutching the piece of paper and picture to his chest, a new stream of tears rolled down his cheeks, small sobs escaping him before he could stop them.
"Of course I'll wait, you idiot," Yuri spoke into the empty, echoing space of the apartment, his heart breaking into pieces. "I'll wait however long it takes."
A/N: I'm so sorry for the sad ending, but I promise you that everything will be fine!
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