Otabek was late... again. This was the third time this week that he had been out late supposedly "Practising". Yuri put his head down on the kitchen table that was fully set. All the other rooms in the apartment the two skaters shared were turned off. Yuri lifted his head furiously and glanced at the clock; 12:37 pm. He couldn't stand waiting any more.

He stood up and stormed into the kitchen carrying the two plates of food he had made. He pushed the food down the disposal and turned it on, hearing the food churn in the sink drain. After turning it off he cleaned the plates and put them away. He went back over to the table and blew out the candles, grabbing both wine glasses in one hand and picking up the bottle of wine with the other. He placed the two unused glasses into their special cabinet which held various other wine glasses and expensive plates and bowls.

He kept the wine with him as he went into the living room after turning off the kitchen lights. He fell down tiredly onto the couch and flicked on the TV, and picked up the remote, flipping through the channels. He stopped on the cooking channel and left it deciding that Cake Wars was the most interesting thing on at this hour. He tugged at the cork of the wine bottle, but it did not budge much to his disappointment.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on, using its light to search the coffee table in front of him for something to open the bottle. He smiled slightly when he saw a pen, that could work. He grabbed the pen and clicked it, he placed his phone on his knee and adjusted it so that it he could see the bottles cork. In one swift motion he stabbed the pen into the cork then proceeded to use it like a crowbar to wiggle the cork out.

After a few failed attempts to gently get it out he stopped caring and start to push as hard as he could. The pen snapped in half after a while, but upon close inspection of the cork he could see that it had loosened. He threw both halves of the pen on the table in front of him and grasped the cork in his hand, tugging it with all his strength, after a few seconds the cork was yanked from the bottle and some wine was spilled onto Yuri's hands.

Yuri licked his hand then switched the bottle to the clean one so he could lick the other. Once both his hands were wine free he brought the now open bottle to his lips and tilted it both hands. He took a large gulp of the red liquid and let out a sigh as he rested back into the couch.

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Otabek unlocked the apartment door and pushed it open slowly. He stepped in and slipped off his shoes as quietly as he could. Hanging his coat on the coat rack in the foyer, he stepped into the hallway and carefully moved towards the first doorway. He glanced in and noticed that the kitchen was completely clean, even the table.

He glanced down the hallway and noticed a faint blue glow coming from another entrance way that was further down, the living room. He made his way down to the doorway and peeked his head in. Yuri was on the couch, slightly hugging a bottle of wine and wrapped up in a large brown blanket. Otabek stepped into the room afraid he would be yelled at immediately, but noticed that both of Yuri's eyes were closed; he was asleep.

He walked over to the small blonde and pet his head. He reached for the wine bottle, but failed to reach it when Yuri woke up. "The fuck you think you're doin." Yuri slurred and slightly sat up. Yuri raised the wine bottle, but before he could take another swig Otabek grabbed the bottle.

"You've had enough." He said in a soothing tone when he noticed the bottle was practically empty. He sat down on the couch and reached over to touch Yuri, but Yuri threw the brown blanket at him.

"No! No touching! Where were you?! I made dinner ya know! Dinner! And it was good! But guess who wasn't here?! You! So no dinner for you! None! I hate you! Hate you!" Yuri yelled, beginning to cry halfway through. Otabek pulled him into his chest and Yuri brought up both hands, balling them against his shirt. "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" He yelled into his chest and Otabek rubbed his head gently. Soon Yuri's cries softened and Otabek noticed that his breathing had slowed.

He pulled back to see the small blonde fast asleep with small tear tracks down his cheeks. Otabek sighed and rubbed at the tear stains with his thumbs. He adjusted his sitting position and his grip on Yuri so that they were both a bit more comfortable. Otabek picked up the remote that lay on the cushion beside the two and glanced at the TV, turning it off as a new cooking show rerun started up. He set the remote down in the place he had found it and let his hand lay flat on the couch. He glanced at the digital clock on the DVD player that was below the TV; it was 2:19 am. Otabek let his head lay back onto the head of the couch and closed his eyes.

"Happy late anniversary, Yuri." He muttered and closed his eyes.