Jackson ran into the wall.

For the umpteenth time.

Today.

For some odd reason, JYP had decided to give the boys sugar. Bad idea, JYP. Bad idea.

Jackson had not only run into a wall countless times, but he and Bambam had somehow managed to break 3 vases, 4 lightbulbs, 2 plates, and a chair.

Jinyoung eomma was done.

“JACKSON WANG GET YOUR IN THE LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW BEFORE I WRAP YOU IN BUBBLE WRAP!”

“Eomma, can I come too?” said the feminine Thai boy from his room.

“NO.”

“Sorry, Bam,” said Jackson. “He’ll kill me if I don’t go.”

“But you’re wild and y Jackson. Why would you listen to Jinyoung hyung?”

“Because I want to stay wild and y instead of being beaten up by my boyfrien- oops. I wasn’t supposed to say th- bye!” And off he went.