Heartache on the Big Screen
Written by: SadieAnnabethMellark ( porkcutletbowltrash)
Mini Chapter – Otabek: Of Yuuri and Kayla
o.O.o
Otabek looked across the table at the man sitting across from him who was fidgeting with the cup of coffee in his hands. His dark hair was flopping into his face in that gorgeous way that made Otabek's stomach curl into knots with the feelings of a lovesick puppy, his brown eyes look down into the equally dark coffee in the same way he liked his coffee. Otabek smiled to himself as he watched his lover stir his finger over the rim of the mug absentmindedly as he was lost in thought, a cute little worrying pout on thin pink lips. He let his eyes drift down from the thin blue glasses perched on his nose down at the strong jaw and down slender collarbones that were barely being covered by the large blue sweater that he had been wearing over a pair of tight-fitting black boxer shorts. He looked cozy; like he had rolled out of a nest of blankets and pillows to enjoy his morning cup of coffee with someone he was madly in love with. The man was so appealing, so beautiful and Otabek knew he was incredibly perfect in every other way as well. Smart, funny, sweet; all beautiful calm energy and soft smiles that matched his soft body.
"What're you thinking about?" Otabek hummed as he looked softly at the cozy looking man.
Yuuri looked up and gave a soft smile, "You're really sweet Ota-san."
"So are you Yuuri-kun." Beka smiled and raised his mug of coffee to his lips. The dark liquid was sweet and warm on his tongue, slowly rousing him into awareness after his beautiful night of snuggling with Yuuri in bed.
As his mug came down to rest once more on the counter, he saw the look that had come into the brown eyes of his lover and frowned, "Yuuri…"
"Otabek, uhm…" Yuuri looked back down at his coffee and bit his lip, "You know that I love you, right?"
"Of course," He hurriedly added, "And I love you too."
Yuuri gave a soft sigh and locked his brown eyes with Otabek's own hazel ones, "I-I think we should end this…"
Otabek frown in confusion, "If you don't want to talk about what you're thinking about that's just fi—"
"No." Yuuri said abruptly as he looked at Otabek with such tender eyes, "I…"
"Yuuri, is everything okay?"
Yuuri closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, "I think that we should end this. That we should end us…"
Otabek felt like he had had the wind knocked out of his chest, "W-What?"
Yuuri nodded gently as his eyes filled softly with tears, "I think we should break up…"
"B-But I love you and you said you—"
"And I do, Ota-san. It's just…" Yuuri paused for a moment, "I just don't think that this is going to turn out well in the end. I want it to so badly but we're growing in two separate directions."
He didn't understand what was happening, "Wh-What do you…I don't…"
Yuuri set his mug down and came around the table that sat between them and perched himself on a chair next to Otabek, taking the larger hands into his own smaller ones, "Ota-san, I love you, but I think its best that we both move on."
"Why?"
"You have so much in store for you, Otabek. You're finally starting your career and you're making beautiful music."
"Is it because I haven't written you a song? Because I can try to write you a—"
Otabek watched with morbid fascination as a smile graced those perfect lips and as a musical chuckle left from them, "Oh, Ota, no. No, I promise it's not that."
"I-Is there someone else…?"
"Of course not." Yuuri frowned slightly at that and squeezed Otabek's hands, "Why would you think that?"
"I thought things were going great. I mean, we get along so well and—"
Yuuri searched Otabek's face, "Ota-san, I want what's best for you. Your career is taking off and I want you to be free while you're gone. We don't get to see each other very often right now with the band and with TSN and my traveling between sets."
"What if I—"
"Otabek, please, let me set you free."
No matter what he said, no matter what he did, Otabek knew Yuuri was gone. And as they sat and finished their coffee and cleaned up the mass of blankets that had been sprawled on the floor the previous night, nothing would change what was coming. Not even that final kiss, so full of passion and tenderness, of the promise of love and hope, was enough to change Yuuri's mind. And as the door shut softly behind the Japanese man, it was like a crack of thunder in Otabek's ears.
Yuuri, his Yuuri, was not his anymore. Yuuri was gone.
And for the first time in years, Otabek curled up into a ball and cried. He cried and he cried and he cried until his body was no longer capable of feeling anymore. He was hollow by the time the tear tracks dried and he stayed that way, way past the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon.
How had things gone from so right to so wrong within the span of having morning coffee? No matter how many times Yuuri had explained it, it just wasn't clicking with him and more than anything, he wished Yuuri was there to hug him and tell him it would be okay.
It then dawned on him that Yuuri wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be coming back. He had left Otabek.
He had set him free.
o.O.o
"Otabek. Otabek! Otabek are you listening to me?" Otabek looked up from his phone at the girl who was standing in front of him, her long model legs looking more like the legs of a giraffe than that of one of the "most beautifully photoshopped women in the world". Kayla looked down at him with her big puppy dog like eyes and pouted lipstick covered lips.
"Yes…" He blinked at her with a sigh.
"So, which one do you think?" She asked as she turned to look at herself in the mirror of the small boutique they were currently browsing in on Hollywood Boulevard.
"Either is fine." Otabek wasn't an idiot. No matter what he chose, he'd be in high water.
"Beka!" She whined turning back around and flipping her long light brown hair over her shoulder like she was being featured in a shampoo commercial, "This is serious."
"I know. I think you look fine."
Kayla let out a disappointed growl, "We're going to be going to New York Fashion week in a few days and I need something to wear down the red carpet."
"Isn't it your job to wear the latest designs?"
She turned back around and crossed her arms and tapped her heeled foot, "Otabek…don't be stupid. I can't reveal those until the actual show and even then, they aren't mine to keep. What do I do until then? Walk around naked?"
"You'd be noticeable." Otabek deadpanned as he turned back to his phone.
Kayla marched over and pulled the phone from his hands and set it on top of the Louis Vuitton Bag that was sitting next to him, "Come on Beka. Why aren't you being a good boyfriend today?"
Otabek rolled his eyes, "Love, you'll look fine no matter what. You're one of the most beautiful women in the world if anyone can pull off orange it's you."
"I didn't try on an orange dress." Kayla growled before she came over and slid into Otabek's lap, "Keep your eyes on me."
"I'm watching you."
Kayla sighed and leaned in to whisper lovingly into Beka's ear as the flashing lights of cameras from outside the storefront window went wild, "Otabek, sweetheart, you're an actor, put on a show for me…" she crooned into his ear quietly. He gave a small smirk to intrigue the crowds though this wasn't the first time Kayla Monsetti had uttered those words to him. The flashing of cameras increased at his expression.
"You want a show?" Otabek's eyes turned to the employee walking towards then with an abnormally large smile placed on her lips, "I'll give you a show, but get off of me."
Kayla pouted for a second against his ear but then let her lips fall into a smile as she slid from Otabek's lap and stood, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from the skin tight olive colored dress that she had been trying on.
"You look fabulous darling!" The employee said as she came to stand next to Otabek's chair.
"You think?" Kayla turned to look at herself in the mirror, "The color makes me look a little washed out." And so it had begun, Otabek concluded as he reached back for his phone, Kayla was determined to screw with this employee to put on a show for the press. Great. Just what he needs, bad publicity.
But in Hollywood, whether it was good or it was bad, publicity was publicity and stirring the pot meant getting attention. This industry was run on attention seeking and without attention, one didn't have a career or any hopes of starting one.
He let his mind drift away from the chaos that was at hand as he looked back to his phone. He was trying to forget about his nightmare this morning and dealing with Kayla wasn't helping. It had been so long since he had dreamed of Yuuri, or more importantly, it had been so long since he had dreamed of their breakup. He had woken up feeling like his heart had been shattered again for a brief moment, but he had been able to talk himself off the edge of tears by reminding himself how long ago that was and that he was okay with Yuuri and that Yuuri had been right in the end. He still felt a little saddened by the thought of that moment all those years ago though; he never quite got over the Japanese writer. Of course, nobody ever really got over Yuuri; he was Yuuri Katsuki and he was a gift to humanity (something Otabek still agreed with even after he and Yuuri had split).
Yuuri had been Otabek's first love, his first serious relationship, his first boyfriend. And he had been wholly in love with small beautiful Yuuri who treated him so well and who he would gladly worship if he could have at the time. They had met at a TSN party when Yuuri was a brand new intern for one of the writers of the network, desperately trying to get his foot and his name in the heavy metal prison door of glamourized Hollywood. They had hit it off over a couple of virgin mixers and an Orange Julius. Otabek still remembered going home to his lonely apartment that night and talking rapidly into Sophie's ear via phone about how cute "Japanese writer boy" was.
Their love was burning hot, filled with the youthful passion that one would expect of a 17-year-old and a 19-year-old, who were desperately trying to swim in the world around them. Passionate kisses and late night drives around the city which sometimes led to more interesting activities in the back seat when they drove up towards the Hollywood sign. Random romantic trips to the beach and expensive gifts from Paris that Otabek would bring home with him. They had been so beautiful and then he had been gone. Touring, filming, being rushed even more into the ocean of the TSN business. It had pushed them apart and Yuuri had set him loose to wander in the big ocean without himself being one of Otabek's biggest qualms.
It had been rough when they split. Otabek had mourned the loss of Yuuri, someone he never thought he'd see again after everything they had been through. He had heard that Yuuri had found someone else, some film student at UCLA who was supposed to be studying under Nora Ephron. That's when the tears had stopped and the anger had set in, he had come to hate Yuuri for leaving him for someone else, but then he had thankfully run into Yuuri one day at his favorite record store. And he remembered why he had been in love with easy going, so beautiful Yuuri.
No matter how much he had tried, staying mad at Yuuri was almost impossible. For the first time in months, Yuuri looked happy, truly irrevocably happy, and Otabek knew that it was all going to be okay. And then he had met Viktor, happy go lucky, heart-shaped smiling Viktor, and Otabek knew he had been handed the short end of the stick, but it didn't matter to him as long as Yuuri looked that way every damn day for the rest of his life.
He slowly healed, never quite falling out of love with the sweet brown eyes of one of his now greatest friends.
Otabek's finger hovered over his phone as he stared at the screen of his phone from where he was playing a game when his phone gave a soft buzz and a text came across his phone from Natasha.
Natasha: Altin, we need a statement. Be nice. entertainment/back-off-ladies-hes-engaged-1
Otabek rolled his eyes and clicked on the link. The article loaded and as the image loaded he felt his stomach give an unexpected drop. There sat an obviously telephote picture of Yuri and a guy with a shiny golden engagement ring being exchanged between the two of them.
A/N:( I'M BACK! Yes, don't worry I'm not abandoning this story. The past few weeks have been crazy with Hell Month for writing and with my personal life but I am finally back. I know this was another mini chapter, but my life is still pretty chaotic right now and I start going back to school tomorrow, so there will probably be a few more mini chapters but then we will be going back full force into our regular chapters again. On the bright side, I get to bring home two new doggos tomorrow too so Yay! What did you all think of this chapter? I know we have a lot of back story here, but hold on I promise more action next week. I hope you lovelies all had a wonderful holiday and have a wonderful week. – Sammy 3)
