Confetti of Happiness

Foreign

Jackson headed towards the bathroom, away from his member's eyes, taking the poor dog that was clawing his way out from his bag.

He went into an empty stall and locked it.

"You okay?" Jackson smiled gently at the dog who was sulking, "I felt like I was getting crushed through your shit!"

Jackson chuckled in apology, "Gimme a day or two and I'll buy a bag that suits your size,"

"Hurry with it then."

Jackson sat on the seat, "And how are you feeling?" Yogi countered, noticing how pale the human had gotten. Jackson rubbed his face tiredly, "A mix of nausea and tiredness, must be the side effect of the pills,"

Yogi frowned at it, he jumped on Jackson's lap, and grabbed the younger's cheek and squished them. "Don't overdo it, okay?"

Jackson closed his eyes, relaxing in the hold of the puppet, "I'll try, but no promises."

.........

They were finally done with the performances and GOT7 were now chilling and eating in the waiting room. They were done for the day, so they were not in rush to leave the place. Jackson was feeling a lot better since morning, he even managed to stomach lunch, which was a challenge to do. Every bite he took wanted to rush back out of his mouth. Now, dinner was easily going down his esophagus, his complexion got better, less yellowish in a way.

Nobody questioned why Yogi was sitting on Jackson's lap, they rolled their eyes at his childish antics; which Jackson was quite offended by it. He was not childish at all. He was just a man that enjoyed his youth, but it was a benefit to him, them not questioning him, so he shut his mouth and took what they offered.

Jackson sneaked some pieces of chicken and handed it to the dog who happily munched on them.

Jackson smiled softly at the dog. Jackson rose his head and tapped the dog's head when he felt someone sitting next to him on the sofa. He looked up and Jinyoung was once again on his tail, he tried to feel annoyed by how nosy the younger was being, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread in his chest knowing that his friend was talking to him on his own record, albeit for a stupid reason.

"What now?" Jackson resignedly sighed. He watched in amusement as Jinyoung scoffed, "What, I can't talk to my friend now?"

Jackson shook his head, "No it is just," He mused a little, it would make him a little pathetic to say that Jinyoung was ignoring him for the last couple of months, and he was only interested in him now because he was keeping things from the younger.

"Just what?" Jinyoung raised one of his thick brows, his lips turning slightly down.

Jackson shook his head, "So what do you want to know?"

Jinyoung stared at him for a second before throwing his arms over Jackson's shoulder; his hand quickly went to secure Yogi in his lap, frozen in an uncomfortable position, seriously the one with the worst luck in this room is the dog.

"If you really don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But know that I'm always here for you, okay?" Jinyoung whispered in his ear, as he secured Jackson in a side hug.

Jackson bit his tongue down. Why would he say this now, when he needed him a few months ago; Jinyoung had ignored him. When was the last time did Jinyoung pick up the phone, he called him more than he could count, but not once did he answer or even called him back.

He imagined that he'd feel warmth filling him up, but none of that happened. Jackson's inside were as empty as always, so buttering him no longer works.