"Are you sure you don't want to go and visit him?" Upon his voice, Yuri looked up from his phone to the taller man and frowned.
"Why would I?" It's not like he's friends with that pig, anyway.
Otabek's expression stayed blank, but the blond clicked his tongue in annoyance. Otabek was the only person whom he told his secret. If he didn't, no matter how strong he thought he was, his conscience was still screaming at him. The huge lump in his throat wasn't gone, still.
"I… don't want to go there… for now." Yuri's voice trailed off as he averted his own eyes from Otabek's. He doesn't want to go there, not when that pig was at a pathetic state.
"Hmm, okay," the Kazakh didn't press the issue, but instead he handed Yuri another black helmet. The blond caught it in his hands.
"Want to go somewhere else, then?" he asked as he fastened his own helmet and started the engine to his motorcycle.
Yuri contemplated for a little while before nodding, and riding his friend's motorcycle, leaving his red car on the school's parking lot. There could only be one place on Otabek's mind anyway. It was where Otabek took him when they first rode together.
They were all lucky to have the school by the seaside. As they rode their way to a special place for the both of them, Yuri's gaze was fixed on the sparkling sea that reflects the setting orange sun. They were both quiet throughout the ride, but there was still a slight tension between the two of them.
It was only ten minutes away from the school. Otabek parked his motorcycle under the lone tree by the cliff and the blond Russian got down first and took off his helmet. It was a little heavy on his head.
The cliff perfectly shows the wonderful view of the setting sun, and the only noise that they could hear were the crashing of the waves and the seagulls' cry.
"Are you okay?" Otabek suddenly shattered the silence between them. It wasn't the question that Yuri was expecting to be asked, and Yuri winced mentally.
"What makes you think that I'm not?" he tried to make his voice as firm as possible, but he knew that Otabek could see through anything.
"You have been…" the taller male tried to look for the right words. "…discomforted."
"Tch, I'm not…"
"Yes, you are," his voice was calm as ever, and for some reason, Yuri didn't dare to meet his eyes. A cold wind blew between them and the fallen leaves swirled in the air.
It's true. Otabek hit the nail right on its head.
He had been worried.
He was feeling guilty. The guilt was slowly killing him inside, tearing him apart like a monster. No one else but Otabek knew it, but it was tearing him apart.
Yuri bit his lips and clenched his fists white. That's when he felt someone hug him from behind.