Landing in Bangkok was a disaster. Jinyoung didn't want to be around Jackson and vice versa, leading to Jinyoung trying to be ahead of the crowd and Jackson getting caught back behind everyone, swarmed by the crowd. The bodyguards lost him three times, Jaebum and Mark couldn't keep Bambam under control, and Yugyeom was suffering from trying to keep himself safe from the fans.
They got into their hotel room and Jaebum about lost his mind.
"What made either of you think about breaking with the group?!" he yelled, throwing his bag to the side, "Yugie was almost trampled to death six times because the bodyguards were looking for you!"
Jackson sat down on the bed, putting his head in his hands as Jinyoung just stood with his arms crossed in front of him.
"Yah! You stupid children!" Jaebum spat, throwing his coat to the side. He went into the bedroom and threw on the shower, letting the cold water hover in the air before he stepped in to let his fire burn down.
Bambam nursed Yugyeom's aches as he sat in the room next to where Jaebum had locked Jackson and Jinyoung in to have a serious talk. Mark was standing watch for their manager outside the door and to make sure that the other members wouldn't be eavesdropping.
Jackson sat in the chair next to the window, wanting to throw something at Jaebum for making him stay in here with Jinyoung. The latter was sitting on the bed, playing with a stray strand of his shirt.
"Explain to me what the hell is going through your head," Jaebum said, pointing the brush in his hands menacingly at Jackson before moving it to Jinyoung, "I expect to hear from you next so hold your tongue."
He turned back to Jackson and the boy rolled his eyes as he looked out the window. "I'd rather drown in hot oil than to speak my mind with a bastard in the room."
The poisonous words Jackson spoke stung Jinyoung like a long, thin pin in his side. Something that hurt with every movement that he made, with every breath he took, and he couldn't take it out.
"Jackson," Jaebum warned, walking towards him, "I know we're not in America but you can speak freely to me."
"Make that disgrace leave the room and you'll hear everything you want to hear," Jackson spat.
"Jackson!"
"It's fine," Jinyoung murmured.
"I don't need your help!" Jackson said bitterly, narrowing his eyes into a dirty glare at Jinyoung.
He bowed his head and continued to play with the thread.
"Oh, you're going to need his help in a minute," Jaebum spat out, "I'm not oblivious, but what I asked of Jinyoung must not have been taken in the right way."
He took a breath to calm himself down and then let out a breath.
"Jackson, from what we can tell," he said, "Mark and I, I mean, is that the two of you love each other."
A scoff was released from Jackson's mouth and he spat, "You don't know how to love."
He wasn't talking to Jaebum, and the leader of the group knew that. Jinyoung was starting to tear up and he bit his lip, another pin added with every word that Jackson spoke, the most recent one to his lungs.
"Every single word that you've ever spoken to me that was affectionate was a lie!" Jackson barked, standing up as he entirely forgot that Jaebum was in the room and trying to mediate, "Every kiss you stole, you faked it! Every expression, every dream we've ever had!"
His tears were finally falling. He wasn't crying when Jinyoung told him, he didn't dare cry in front of Bangtan, and to cry in front of the fans when he was the "wild and sexy" Jackson Wang was bordering on the edge of blasphemous.
