A/N: Hey guys! I am finally back with a new chapter! Sorry it took a little while. My husband had to use my computer for a few days doing some clearance thing, so I haven't been able to type. But, I'm back now and loving it. I hope you all like this chapter!

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"So…what do we do now?" Yuri was shockingly quite calm.

Otabek shrugged. He was at a loss. He wasn't sure what had happened last night himself, it was such a big blur. He hadn't been feeling all that great yesterday anyway. No way was he remembering anything anytime soon.

"Dunno," he replied, looking at their surroundings. "Where are we, anyway?" Otabek asked.

Getting up from the bed finally, Otabek stumbled a little. Yuri reached out to him to try and keep him from falling.

"Careful, Beka." He warned.

Otabek nodded. "Guess I'm still a bit hungover." He muttered.

He glanced around the room before his eyes travelled to the bedside table. There was a notepad next to the bed with the words "добро пожаловать в отель Введенский" written on it.

"I guess we're at a hotel." Otabek stated.

Yuri smirked and chuckled at bit dryly. "Well shit, Beka. I could've told you that." Yuri responded.

There was a bit of awkward silence. What the fuck were they supposed to say to each other? This must be the most awkward they've ever been around each other. It was an odd feeling. Yuri and he had always been such good friends so easily. They've never had to force a conversation with one another. It's always been so natural.

But now? With Yuri and he BONDED? That was…awkward. And intimate. Very intimate. Otabek didn't know how to handle this situation. He and Yuri had been friends for years. Best friends.

But Otabek had NEVER even REMOTELY thought of Yuri as anything more.

And now here they were. Bonded. Together.

The thought was absolutely terrifying.

"What do you want to do now?" Otabek asked.

"I wonder how long we booked this room for." Yuri muttered. "It's a nice room."

"Yeah, but it looks expensive. Do you not remember anything? Nothing at all?" Otabek asked.

Yuri shook his head. "No, Beka. Not even a little bit. The very last thing I remember…was getting dizzy at the bar. I must've drank way too much." He said.

Otabek nodded. "The same goes for me. I don't remember anything past…fuck, I barely remember us leaving to go TO the bars. I wasn't really feeling that good yesterday to begin with." He confessed.

Yuri stared at him, wide-eyed. "Fuck, Beka. Why didn't you say something? We didn't have to go anywhere. We could've stayed home and watched lame movies together."

Otabek sighed. "I know, but…It was your birthday. I wanted to celebrate with you. You only turn 18 once, Yura. I figured if it got too bad, I could always just go home. But I barely even remember us going to the bar. Hell…if I'm being honest about it…I barely even remember us leaving the house."

That was concerning, to say the least. Yuri remembered leaving the house. He briefly wondered why Otabek couldn't. He should have. They hadn't even started drinking until many hours later.

There was a silence around the room that lasted for more than a moment.

"…Fuck. Goddamn it all. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! This is all my fault. If I had just told you I wasn't feeling well, we wouldn't be in this situation. I'm so sorry, Yura. Can you ever forgive me?" Otabek hung his head in shame.

Yuri laughed tersely. A brief one.

"Forgive you? This isn't your fault, Beka. It's mine. I was the one who suggested we go drinking in the first place. If anyone needs forgiveness, it's me." Yuri said.

Otabek smiled. They were both trying to blame themselves.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to forgive each other." He said, smiling.

Yuri nodded, then threw him his shirt that was lying on the ground. Otabek caught it with all the grace of a retarded elephant.

Yuri laughed at him.

"Get dressed, loser. I'm going to go down to the lobby and see what I can find out." Yuri started to leave, but then paused and started to look around the room.

"What're you looking for?" Otabek asked curiously.

"My cell phone. I've no idea where it's at." Yuri responded.

"Maybe it fell under the bed?" Otabek suggested.

"I dunno. Call it. I'll hear it ring." Otabek found his phone easily. It was on the bedside table. Otabek, even in his drunken state, was too much of a tidy person to just throw his phone anywhere. Yuri on the other hand…

"It's ringing. I hear it." Yuri said, following the sound to a second bedroom that he hadn't noticed the first time. Shit, this hotel was fancy. It had two bedrooms, a large bathroom, and even a kitchen area.

Otabek was about to hang up when he heard a shout, and a prick at his bond mark.

"AHH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Concerned, Otabek rushed to Yuri's side.

"Yura, what's wrong!? What's up!?" he asked.

Yuri just glared and pointed.

There, in the bed, was Phichit Chulanont, fast asleep.

Otabek tried and failed to contain his laughter. Phichit was in a wedding dress. Yuri looked livid.

"What the fuck is he doing in here? And where the hell did he get that dress?" Yuri glared.

"Dunno. But it suits him." Otabek laughed, taking out his cellphone to snap a few pictures of the sleeping man in the dress. After Otabek felt as if he had taken enough pictures, he went and shook Phichit's sleeping form.

"Hey." Otabek said.

Nothing.

"Phichit."

Still nothing.

"PHICHIT!" he said, more forcefully this time.

Groan.

Well, that was a start.

"Come on, Phichit. Wake up." Otabek said, shaking a little bit harder.

"Ughhh…what? I'm sleeping." Phichit complained, trying to cover himself with the blanket better.

"It's morning." Yuri said. "Get your ass up."

Phichit groaned again and tried to go back to sleep.

Yuri, having had a stressful enough morning already, was not about to deal with this bullshit. He sauntered over to the sleeping man and ripped the covers from on top of him, exposing him to the air of the room.

"GET YOUR ASS UP!" Yuri yelled.

Phichit, reluctantly, sat up.

"God, Yuri. Why are you so crabby? Did Otabek not satisfy you enough? You're supposed to be pleasant after having sex, so why's your mood so sour?" Phichit groaned.

Yuri only glared further.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Yuri asked.

Phichit looked a little confused.

"What do you mean? This is my room." He said.

Yuri looked momentarily stunned. What? This was Phichit's room?

"Well, technically. I mean, I paid for it. But I didn't have enough money to get a separate room. Thankfully, I was too drunk to stay awake long, so don't worry. I didn't hear anything." He grinned at the blond Russian.

Yuri glared.

"Why the fuck are you in a wedding dress?" Yuri felt as if he had to ask.

Phichit looked at him strangely.

"Is it not okay anymore? You said I could last night."

"…What?" Yuri was shocked.

"This is your dress, Yurio."

"That's not my name! And…what?! I…I wore that?"

Phichit nodded. "Last night. Don't you remember?"

Yuri shook his head.

Nope.

God.

He had worn a DRESS. Fuck.

Otabek just laughed harder.

Composing himself, Otabek turned toward Phichit.

"So…does that mean you remember what happened last night?" he asked.

Phichit looked at them strangely.

"Yeah…of course. Why? Don't you?"

Both Yuri and Otabek shook their heads.

"Well, fuck." Phichit uttered.

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