#bjo

                     the astonished look that could be read in andy’s eyes said everything. he wasn’t actually concerned for pilkyu, as a matter of fact, he couldn’t give less of a shit for what he was going through. and it was not like he owned it. for the sake of their friendship and past sexual life, he could at least consider giving him an answer but not without accompanying it with a lavish mean smile and some tilted eyebrows that most definitely were cursing him with few expressions to name. ‘ it’s half past the 21′s century, no one calls anyone anymore. don’t be expecting me to break this culture rule for a nobody like you.’ call? what was he waiting for? flowers and chocolates? a get well soon card? a fucking parade? the celebrity engines were too much up his ass. andy knew that because he can be an egoistic ass too, something he was not proud to admit but that comes with the job. he laid down as the needle in his arm was pressured by the nurse, she didn’t have lovely hands for the job but he complied as the good boy he was and just hoped she would pinch pilkyu even harder for his little revenge, as he knew he couldn’t. he was not a fan of hospitals, they were gloomy and depressing and altogether making him feel miserable, weak and in need of help. funny that as his career, social life, and bank account were going down by the week as he was not playing this season as he promised to his agents and investors that he would, he was still thinking about himself. fucking selfish cowardly little gay, who doesn’t wear condoms and gets fucked all the time, quite literally. ‘ not everything is about you.’ was he talking about pilkyu? himself? the nurse? that gave them a look without trying to give them a look, but he knows that she gave them a look. she could know them. they are indeed famous, that’s right. but his reputation begone now, when you are battling a sexual disease with your transmitter right new to you. the hell with that, he thought, as he simultaneously waited for her to finish her job and get off the room before he could say another word. he was still a little hungover, he should at least admit it. last night a few guys came to his house to bring his spirit up, surprising him with their friendship, he at least had that. but different from twelve hours ago he was now sober, grumpy, with a headache, a little dizzy, and needless to say again with bad company. before they encountered each other a few days ago, coincidently, andy made a list of all the bad names he would call pilkyu the next time he saw him. instead, he didn’t say much. he didn’t exactly forget all the bad words, nor he could. but it wasn’t about that. there was something about pilkyu suffering too that made it worth it, and there was something about them suffering together that made him less scared. they weren’t on the same page anymore, of course, nor did andy thought they could ever be but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. meaning — for pilkyu was still the same, his career, fame, and life altogether were still intact. leaving this moment behind he would probably go back to his one night stands again, god knows if wearing protection or not. but in the worst-case scenario, which was starting to unfold rather quickly, was andy losing his own balance in life. not to make it depressing but as their own mother said, some things can’t last forever no matter how much you think they will. so he was allowed to be mad at pilkyu for being the one to make him realize, by such an unfortunate event, that he was too high in clouds to know what actually life or either his true self was like. ‘ why didn’t you then?’ he knew he did a few times after the message that drowned his fate was delievered, but that wasn’t the moment he was refering too and if pilkyu was a little smart, which he knew he was, he was gonna get it. he thought he would, but seemed like it wasn’t the case and by the look on the other’s face when he turned just enough to catch him starring, he sure did not. ‘ i am still learning an extended amount of bad words for your demolishing via phone, but it was probably for the best that you didn’t. it means you still have a little bit of shame left. so i am now saving them for a better hour. starting now, cocksucker. ’

infj: Oh yeah that’s pretty great, i’d be more organized, motivated, remember stuff, it’s also quite creative, it’s perfect wow i can’t say any bad thing about- *miss-spells ‘February’ in the title with indelible marker*. NOW I’M GONNA BURN DOWN THE ENTIRE SHIT

entj: Bitch I’ve had a journal since I was 10 so i get all my shit done but what’s the whole deal with that colorful, artistic stuff there? i understand it’s for the aesthetic, but c’mon it’s a waste of time and the idea of this journal is to make you be more productive and waste less time...so it’s pointless

entp: I know i’m messy and chaotic so that COULD be helpful to me but really who PLANS every second of their life? that’s insane. Writing down the important meetings or deadlines-hell yes, but tracking your mood, sleep or water intake, like...what the fuck man?

infj: so how is your bullet journal going?

enfp: oh it’s great i’ve been tracking it for two weeks

infj: wow can i see it?

enfp: I only got one page done but it’s really pretty I used a 3D glitter stickers and-

infj: but you know the point of it is that you are supposed to do it every day?

enfp: ...WHaT?

isfj: I heard you guys are into bullet journal?

infj, enfp: yup

isfj: i’ve just done my previous one, wanna have a look?

infj: how...how did you manage to do all of this?

isfj: Oh it was simple you should try it yourself it’s really useful and fulfilling-