Quiet Me: Otayuri. Maybe Yuri is having a panic attack about something or.... lol yeah idk I just love comforting Otabek.
He wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone. His turn was coming up shortly and he needed to get a grip before performing. And it would only be made worse with people hovering over them. He just prayed that no one would come in right now. It wouldn’t be too long before Yakov would come to look for him.
So much was riding on this competition, but what else was new? There was no such thing as a minor competition for him. He had to perform often and perform well if he was going to be able to put food on his family’s table. He’d been doing this for so long, why was it getting to him now? His thoughts were racing miles per minute, more than he could process. Everything was blurry and the room was spinning.
‘No, not here…’
His chest began to tighten, his heart beating at all impossibly fast rate. This was it, he was going to have a heart attack right here. He could feel himself shaking and no matter how much he tried to stop himself from doing so, his body would not cooperate. Tears were already filling his eyes and falling uncontrollably. He tried to find somewhere to sit, but the room was spinning so much. He hit something, was that a bench? Oh, fuck it, did it matter?
He couldn’t stop himself from shaking and it felt like someone was reaching in and squeezing his lungs. His head was hurting and his body felt like it was on fire, was he coming down with a fever.
A sob escaped his lips, frustration and anxiety pouring out with it. Why couldn’t he stop? The better question was why were things still this stressful? He’d been pushed like this since he was 10, so why now?
He didn’t know how long it had been, but he felt like he was going to pass out. Just as his body was about to give out, he felt a pair of strong arms hold him up. He wanted to turn around, but with his head spinning, it would definitely be a terrible idea.
“Yura…” Otabek deep but soothing voice said, his arms securely fastened around him.
“Beka…” he choked out. He hated crying, he hated showing any form of weakness. But with Otabek, it was different. The sobs and cries began coming out uncontrollably. He didn’t know when he had turned around and began crying into Otabek’s chest, but the older boy’s fingers threading soothingly through his hair stopped him from caring.
A few minutes later, Yuri could feel his body relax, but tears were still flowing.
“Beka, I can’t…” he began, before stopping. Otabek was waiting for him to say it but Yuri wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say. “I don’t know if I can…”
“Shhh,” Otabek soothed. “I know you can…if there’s anyone who can…it’s you.”
And there it was. It was rare that Yuri felt like he couldn’t compete. And coming from anyone else, it would’ve meant very little. But Otabek was different. His unwavering faith in him, his quiet understanding, and his ability to soothe him without much effort could make the worst things seem trivial. His heart rate was coming down to normal and he wasn’t trembling anymore.
Otabek pulled apart from him ever so slightly to grab a water bottle, which Yuri readily took.
Afterwards, Yuri buried his face into Otabek’s chest again and Otabek, in turn, buried his face in Yuri’s hair.
“Beka?” he whispered, so quietly that it wouldn’t been impossible for anyone else to hear.
“Hm?” was the reply.
Based on the reveal that he provides for his family via government grants. Hope you enjoyed!