Summary: A club, a kiss gone wrong, a misunderstanding, a dance studio, and a door frame to lean on. A story of jumping to conclusions, miscommunication, and realizations.
From the Doorframe
Play dance at 0:06
Play song at 0:00 but stop at 3:00
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7BgY_wTNZA
Yuri was moving like an old oil painting. With grace, strength, depth, and intense emotions. He had recently learned about modern dancing, and had been practicing it for three months now. He was already doing so well that he was given a solo song for the dance studio’s showcase night. His song was called “Dancing On My Own” by Calum Scott. A song about watching someone you care so deeply for, fall for another, and all you can do is hold in your feelings and let it happen.
Yuri moved to the song, a video camera in the corner, catching every move so they could be pieced together into a proper routine. Yuri moved so fluidly, yet with such purpose. He let himself feel the music, let the lyrics reach his soul. As he let his body express the feelings the song extracted from him, his face changed. One single tear rolled down his cheek, his emotions finally spilling over, even if it was just a small amount.
Yuri finished the song, his legs lightly crossed as he stood gently on his toes, his head down, looking sadly through his long hair at nothing. But he didn’t see "nothing", no, in his mind he was reliving everything.
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Turning eighteen and finally not having to sneak into the club. He was ready to enjoy himself and have a great night dancing to the intense bass of the club’s music. Suddenly, an announcement came over the speakers. Green Ocean was about to take over the DJ booth, and Yuri knew exactly who that was.
He turned around excitedly to watch Otabek climb up into the booth, a fishnet tanktop on with black jeans and combat boots. Yuri couldn’t help but stare at the muscles that were being clearly displayed.
“This session is for my best friend, Yuri. Happy birthday, kitten.” Otabek said, finishing the statement with a wink. He was so different when he let his stage persona take over. Yuri blushed and quickly hid his face behind his growing hair.
The music started and Yuri’s head whipped up, it was “Welcome to the Madness”. He stared at Otabek as he let himself go and feel the music. He never mixed this song, ever. It was too special.
Yuri was about to go to the stage’s stairs and hug the Ravenette, but stopped dead in his tracks as a girl flounced up onto the stage, wrapping her arms around Otabek’s waist, pressing herself along his back, and resting her chin on his shoulder, lightly kissing his neck, then turned his head and put her tongue in his mouth.
Yuri could only stand back and watch as the couple interacted. He hadn’t even known Otabek was dating. The shock ed and now anger, embarrassment and jealousy took its place. He had had enough. He stormed out of the club, Mila close behind. The woman had watched everything and knew what was going through Yuri’s head, so she stayed quiet and followed him.
Yuri walked thirteen blocks with the redhead in tow, when he suddenly stopped and pulled out keys.
“Yuri?” Mila tilted her head and tried to get the young man to look at her, but he refused.
“I’m going in here to punch things and scream. Either come in and be silent, or leave.” Yuri unlocked the door and went inside, Mila following in stunned silence.
It was a boxing gym. Mila looked around and saw that Yuri was unlocking a small cubby, and pulling out purple wraps. He carefully wound the s around his hands and wrists, taking his time, taking deep breaths.
“Last chance to leave.” Yuri stated as he shook out his arms and hands, preparing for what he was about to do.
Mila simply found a bench in a corner and sat, crossing her arms over her chest, an obvious sign that she was staying put.
Yuri walked over to a bag marked with purple spray pain, his name and other things painted onto the fabric. He squared up, and began.
The screaming was horrible, and watching Yuri beat that bag to death was worse. Mila had never seen him so angry. He had also filled out quite a bit and grown much taller, his strength showing in his defined muscles and flaming eyes. Suddenly a gushing sound filled the room, and Mila’s mouth hung open. Yuri simply stood with his arms at his sides, back straight, and huffing for air. They both stared at what used to be a functional punching bag, now ripped open and spilling sand everywhere.
“I’m done here. Go home, Baba.” Yuuri said quietly as he unwrapped his hands, dropping the purple lengths of fabric to the floor. He zipped his heeled boots back on, brushed the sand off of his shins where his short shorts hadn’t protected them, and grabbed his tank top from the bench by his cubby, not even bothering to put it on.
“Don’t walk home like that, you’ll get sick. Get a cab with me.” Mila stood, carefully offering affection to the exhausted boy before her.
“No, I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” Yuri said and started walking away, but Mila carefully grabbed his arm, knowing he would never hurt her.
“Yuri, please, take a cab with me, I’ll even let you sleep over.” Mila knew Yuri had a soft spot for the water bed in her spare room, and also knew she could use it as leverage.
“Fine.” Yuri said quietly, staring at the floor, his hair hanging limply as if it too, felt defeated.
“Alright. Come on.” Mila gently dropped his arm, and they walked out together, Yuri shivering, but not because he was cold.
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“Otabek? What are you calling me for? I haven’t seen him. No, I don’t know where to look. God, Otabek, he’s your best friend, you should know where to look.” Mila hung up her cellphone with a loud sigh, turning her head to look at Yuri, surprised to find him staring at her.
“Why did you lie?”He asked in a monotone, his emotions utterly drained from the night's events.
“He is one of the last people you need to see right now. Also, to let him squirm a bit.” Mila sipped from her mug of tea, smirking behind the rim.
“You are evil. Entertaining, but evil.” Yuri sipped from his own mug, relishing at how the warm liquid soothed his raw throat.
“I try.” Mila sighed as she flipped her hair for dramatic affect, giggling to herself.
“I know you have questions, so just ask and get it over with.” Yuri grumbled when he noticed Mila suddenly staring at him, a brow raised.
“How did you get the keys to the ring?” Mila asked, quite to the surprise of the blonde sitting across from her in a loveseat.
“Wah? Uh, the owner, he noticed me coming in with ripped up knuckles, and uh, he said it was safer to hit the bags with proper wraps, so he gave me the key and said stop by whenever.” Yuri mumbled the explanation, embarrassed.
“Oh, well it is safer, plus you don’t have to have scabs for competitions.” Mila shrugged, unphased.
“Get to the real question, Baba.” Yuri said, curling up tighter and tucking himself further into the blanket around him.
“, you told me to do it,” Mila said with a small sigh, “Do you like Otabek? Was that rage because of jealousy?” Mila sipped quietly from her mug as Yuri sat silently, seeming to be thinking something over. The blonde suddenly closed his eyes and blew out a large breath.
Yuri opened his eyes, “Yes, I do. Yes, it was.” was all the young man said, tucking his legs up even tighter, he stared down into his mug with hunched shoulders, his hair hiding his face once more.
“Well, why haven’t you tried to ask him out?” Mila quirked a brow and suddenly set her mug down, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back.
“Wait, I just itted I’m gay, and in love with my best friend, and THAT is the question you ask?!” Yuri’s head whipped up and his eyes were filled with tears, one escaping down his cheek.
“Well, yeah. I don’t care about you being gay, I care about how unhappy and frusturated you are.” Mila used a sassy tone, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. She hated seeing Yuri cry, it was his way of showing his trust but it also showed how truly upset he was.
“I just, I really thought it would be an issue. But I guess I was wrong.” Yuri bowed his head again, angrily scrubbing at his eyes.
“You still haven’t answered my question. So, why haven’t you tried to ask him out?” Mila picked up her mug again, hoping to deescalate Yuri a bit.
“I, well, a couple reasons. I, um, I’m afraid of ruining the friendship he and I have. Also, he’s obviously straight, I mean didn’t you see that girl put her tongue down his throat?” Yuri angrily drank from his own mug after Mila motioned to it, hoping something warm would help him relax.
“I did. But I also think I may have watched more carefully than you did, Mr. Jealousy.” Mila murmured with a smirk, knowing that would set Yuri off.
“What? What is that supposed to mean?” Yuri practically growled. He hated people not being direct, and Mila knew it.
“Well, I saw more than you did, and I payed closer attention to the supposed couple.” Mila watched as the fire returned to Yuri’s eyes.
“Baba, now.” Yuri said with his warning tone. Mila knew to end it before he was truly upset.
“Well, she was obviously not his girlfriend. He gently removed her, she was obviously wasted, and he seemed to be trying to calm her down. That’s when you left. Well, after you left, she slapped him, hard, and stormed away. Otabek even wiped his mouth after she left and gargled his drink, he was obviously disgusted. That’s when I left to follow you.” Mila watched as Yuri processed, suddenly a finger flew up to point at her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner? What the he**, Mila?!” Yuri suddenly got up and started furiously pacing. He suddenly took out his phone, “Stay silent, absolutely silent.”
Yuri dialed and the phone only had a chance to ring once before a frantic voice answered on the other side.
“Yuri? Thank God. Where are you? Are you safe?” Otabek rushed out five million words before Yuri even had a chance to answer.
“Beka!” Yuri snapped, he was not in the mood to be patient, “I’m at Mila’s, get here. You have twenty minutes.” With that, Yuri hung up and threw his phone at the loveseat he had been sitting in, it bounced and clattered to the hardwood floor.
Not even five minutes later, frantic knocking came from Mila’s greeting hall. Yuri looked up, completely surprised at how fast Otabek had gotten there.
“Are you expecting someone.” Yuri narrowed his eyes at Mila, he was not going to fall for that type of prank.
“No Yuri. I’m honestly not.” Mila held up her hands and then made a cross over her heart. More frantic knocking.
“How the he** was he so fast?” Yuri grumbled as he got up from where he had just gotten comfortable.
He walked and more frantic pounding was heard. He opened the door and didn’t even get a chance to see who was at the door before he couldn’t see. He was wrapped in a tight hug, his face being pushed into a familiar shoulder by a firm hand. The body shook and gasped for breath. Yuri clung to that leather jacket and slowly backed into Mila’s flat, closing the door carefully.
“You weren’t answering your phone, and Mila said you weren’t with her. I couldn’t find you at the boxing club. You weren’t with Yuuri and Viktor, Yakov hadn’t heard from you, I didn’t know where to go next. Mila said I am your best friend and should have known where you were, and I didn’t. I just had a gut feeling that you were here though, and I just couldn’t leave. Then you called. I ran. Yuri I ran seven flights of stairs.” Otabek stopped and continued gasping for breath. Yuri gently massaged the nape of his neck, trying to ease his anxiety. He rubbed circles into his back as the older man caught his breath.
“Beka, it’s okay. Breath. Let’s get you sat down okay?” Yuri broke from the hug and gently lead his friend to the area he and Mila had been sitting in. He got Otabek to sit in an open chair and went to the loveseat. Beka immediately got up and took the other side of the seat, his arm resting on the back rest behind Yuri. The blonde smiled to himself.
“Yuri. I’m so sorry. If that girl attacking me scared you, I’m so sorry-” Beka was suddenly cut off by a hand over his mouth, his eyes comically wide.
“Beks, Mila told me. I know what happened. It’s fine now.” Yuri said, then dropped his hand. His eyes intentionally on the floor.
“Oh. I, well, I’m really glad. But, are you okay? Anything I can do?” Beka suddenly grabbed Yuri’s chin and made the younger man look him in the eye. Yuri furiously blushed and swatted his friend’s hand away.
“Yeah, don’t do that, it makes me feel weird.” Yuri tucked his hair behind his ear, letting the other side hide his blush.
“No problem.” Otabek chuckled as he gently smoothed Yuri’s hair, making goosebumps rise on the blonde’s skin. Suddenly the ravenette’s phone beeped.
“Ack, it’s JJ. I need to get home, he’s waiting at my flat.” Otabek scratched the back of his head and looked at Yuri.
“Well, go on. Go cater to his lazy a**.” Yuri shooed his friend, hoping to come off as joking and not as jealous and angry as he truly was.
“Okay, okay. You’re sure you’ll be good?” Otabek spun around and stared at Yuri as if waiting for an explosion.
“Yes, I’m fine. Go before that mutt calls you.” Yuri shooed Otabek again, holding in tears and getting frantic.
“Okay,” Suddenly Otabek turned around and walked over to embrace Yuri again, “I’m sorry. Even more than you know.” And with that, he walked out.
“God da**it.” Yuri scrubbed at his eyes once more, but finally a sob ripped from his throat and all Mila could do was hug the young man and rock him through his tears.
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Yuri never thought Otabek could ever like him back. His friend was straight. He kissed women all the time, leaving Yuri in the dust.
Yuri walked over to the speaker his phone was plugged into and replayed the song, he was going to keep dancing, on his own, he just wanted to dance all night.
He knew what he had done was messed up, and it was out of line. He had even chipped one of his heels that night. He had felt like his head had been spinning, his brain going in circles.
Yuri moved smoothly like water, but with the fury of fire, making his stage presence take up all the air in the room, feeling the steady floor under his bare feet.
He ed feeling backed into a corner while he had watched Beka be kissed by that woman. Beka hadn’t even seen him standing there.
Yuri gave his all to this try at the dance, ing he would never be the guy Beka took home. He kept dancing on his own, feeling the emotions and the music.
Yuri finished again, tears streaming down his face, sobs wracking his body. He didn’t see a figure come towards him, someone had been watching him for thirty minutes from the door frame. The blonde was suddenly wrapped in strong arms, a familiar smell enveloping him. His favorite person. Her gripped the leather jacket once more, burying his nose in the man’s neck, breathing in the comforting smell.
“Yuri, you aren’t on your own anymore, okay? Come to my flat, let me take you home, be my guy." A deep voice whispered, warm breath caressing Yuri's ear.
"What do you mean? Because I don't think you mean it the way I do." Yuri managed to say between sniffles.
"Come with me, to my flat, let me take care of you. Then tomorrow, I would like to take you to lunch, as a date." Beka's hands tightened around Yuri a bit, as if preparing for the blonde to get up and run.
"I, um, I would really like that, Beks." Yuri whispered into Otabek's neck, his face heating up with a heavy blush.
"Okay. Let's get a cab. Come on, kitten." Beka draped his jacket over Yuri's shoulders, slipped the blonde's shoes onto his feet, and wrapped and arm around his waist, helping the exhausted man walk outside.
A cab was found and an address was given. Two men were slowly figuring things out. Suddenly, they were dancing together and not alone.
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Hey everyone. My post was flagged for uncensored swearing and taken down. It is now censored so I apologize for the inconvenience and not catching that sooner.