Fucked up
JJ didn’t understand why everything had ended up being this fucked up. Just weeks ago, there had been no problems whatsoever and now JJ felt as though his heart was going to give up on him every other minute. It fucking hurt. Yuri fucking hurt him by being so distant and just this morning Otabek had fucking hurt him too, for some reason he didn’t even understand just yet.
JJ was way too far away from Russia to do what he wanted to do, but at least he had felt like he was far away enough not to mess anything up further. Oh, how fucking wrong he had been, because now everything had still come down to him, because JJ had still somehow managed to play the homewrecker when he’d so desperately wanted not to do that.
Otabek and Yuri were fighting and it was-- even if it was indirectly-- JJ’s fault. So now he had to fix it.
Otabek was still messaging him, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Yuri wasn’t and no, that just couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t just let that small fucking punk ignore him like that when that was so clearly the last thing that should happen.
He’d aggressively picked up his phone and dialed his number, waiting for him to pick up so they could-- hopefully-- fucking finally talk.
