AN: I may be ending soon. . . Crg saved y'all. . . I was gonna do angst-hey, I have an idea for the end!
Because, ya know, I stink.
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Yuri felt like he wanted to break his phone. There were photos of him making out with Otabek all over. His boyfriend would be pissed at everyone, including Yuri-or was that just Yuri who would be pissed?
Yuri felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. He turned to see Otabek smiling down at him.
"It seems we're always the top news in Phichit's blog." Otabek said, not looking angry at all. "You've gotten pretty popular, haven't you? All of the comments are about you." Otabek ran his fingers through his Yuri's hair.
"Does this not piss you off?!" Yuri growled, glaring at his phone.
"You're wearing my shirt, that's good. Phichit should take a picture of you now."
"NO WAY!" Yuri pushed Otabek's hand off him, ignoring the light blush creeping up his neck. "I'm not an advertisement for you and your music!" Yuri pouted slightly.
"I think you should be, you'd be the perfect model." Otabek felt relief wash over him; he was mad, don't get me wrong. He was totally done with that blog, but he honestly loved seeing Yuri in photos; he especially loved seeing Yuri in his arms, and him having pictures made it easier to see. "You should wear my music shirts more often, we can get Phichit to take pictures of you for me."
". . . Maybe we can." Yuri reluctantly agreed, sighing. "Alright, fine. Maybe when you're famous I can be your model."
"You will, trust me." Yuri smiled, not a rare moment for Otabek anymore. Otabek kissed his head, ruffling his hair slightly. An odd couple, they really weren't supposed to work.
Yuri yawned. He couldn't remember the last time he fell asleep.
"Yura, you okay?" Otabek asked.
"Sorry, I'm a bit tired. I don't remember going to sleep last night-oh, the time! I have to go to class, okay?"
Otabek nodded.
Yuri left the building, he closed his eyes and let his feet lead him to the dance studio; his teacher, Lilia, was waiting for him.
~Meanwhile~
Otabek was unsure why, but he too felt tired. He really wanted a cup of coffee, or anything caffeinated.
It was a lucky coincidence he found a drink machine. Yes, nothing weird about that, amiright?
He put coins in, and got the drink of his choice. "How odd, I also don't remember sleeping." he took a sip of the drink. Thinking about it, was he even doing anything before that rumor of him and Yuri dating? Why couldn't he remember? Why is the author even bringing this up?
He couldn't remember anything before that.
~Meanwhile (part two)~
Yuri was confused, why did Lilia leave? He didn't even see her go? He heard his name being called, but he didn't see anyone.
And then. . . he woke up.
AN: Heyyy boss~
Still cliche, next chapter will be the end. . . I'll write it tonight, let's be honest
I'm sorry for ending with that (no I'm not, let' s be honest part two).