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"Are you stupid?"

Jackson had to clump the Puppets mouth shut, he made a shushing motion with his finger. They arrived back at the dorm like an hour ago, Jackson didn't know how to avoid seeing them as they all live together, so he hid in the bathroom.

Jackson removed his hand slowly as the dog promised him that he will keep quiet. The dog gave him a punch instead, as he was not allowed to scream his frustration out.

Jackson hissed in pain, grabbing his bruised hand, "Why do you keep on punching me?!"

"Because you are too stupid for your own sake!" The dog hissed back.

Jackson opened his mouth to protest, but this time Yogi hit him straight on the mouth. Jackson rolled in pain, hands shaking over his mouth. He wanted to yowl in pain, but his lips were burning from the punch; he couldn't even open them.

"Now listen to me," Yogi ordered, standing on the toilet's seat. His stuffed hands on his hips, seriously, why the hell does a stuffed toy gets to act all commandry for? "No matter how you look at it, those fools were in the wrong."

"B-but,"

"No BUTS," Yogi growled out, but Jackson ignored the warning in his tone, "BUT they were all against me, and it is not only one of them, but all. They were protecting Bambam for a reason, I could have hurt Bam today!" His head hung low between his legs, tears stinging his already glassy eyes.

"Who said that?" Yogi asked confusedly, "Getting angry doesn't mean that you will resort to violence."

"But they-"

"It is not about them, it is about you! Were you going to hit that stick boy?"

"No, I couldn't. I would never do that," Jackson answered back firmly.

"Then, do you see who's in the wrong, all the brainless bunch," Yogi pointed at the door, where the members were sitting in the living room, "Why are you in the wrong when you only wanted to protect what is yours?"

"But all of the-"

"Being out numbered doesn't mean you are in the wrong, Jackson," Yogi's voice grew softer, his tone matching the one used to talk to a young child, "If everyone points at you, that doesn't mean you are in the wrong. They were just too blind to see the truth, so never yield to other's belief, you listening, kid?"

Jackson's lower lip was jutted out, "I don't want to fight with them, they are like a family to me, I don't want to cause a drift between us,"

"Sometimes it is important to not yield to your close ones, to make them notice that you are not okay with how the things are going. You are not just there to go with what they want, it takes two people to make the relationship go right, so never yield your rights and let idiots trample all over you."

Jackson nodded absentmindedly, it was kind of hard to believe that he was not in the wrong, but maybe he was yielding his rights after all of this time.

He looked at Yogi who was still observing him concernedly, "Yogi, I just feel so drained." Emotionally and physically, Yogi didn't comment, he jumped off the seat and grabbed the discarded pill.

"Swallow the meds, stress won't do you good, so forget it,"

Jackson nodded, swallowed the bitter pills down his throat. "I think imma head to the bed," Yogi nodded and jumped into Jackson's hand. He exited the bathroom only to bump into Mark.

He nodded silently at the boy, and pivoted around the American, but Mark held him back by the wrist.

"I need to talk to you," The way Mark spoke made it clear that he won't accept no for an answer. Jackson rubbed his face tiredly, "Can't we do this tomorrow?"

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