Dean Jeong

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

It happened again—the nasty 'autist' slammed into his back while Taehyung was simply walking, habitually counting his steps from the library to the classroom. He stopped at step 144.

"Huh?" Kim raised his head, already knowing what was coming. "I'm not autistic. I have Asperger's syndrome." The voice sounded alien, mechanical, and the student couldn't understand why it had provoked the laughter of the mocking group.

And then—the blows under the dark stairs, the vile words about him being a mistake, a creature that could only evoke pity. Taehyung listened, covering his head with his hands, trying to understand what it all meant.

The young man did not understand how much time had passed, and his splitting head did not realize that his offenders had left.

But when the softly familiar footsteps were heard in the silent corridor, Kim realized one thought: his Jungkook was here, his dear dean, the only one who had broken through the prism of perception.

The elder froze as soon as he saw his beloved: shaking, his arms clasped around his knees. One sleeve of his sweater was stretched almost to the elbow, a fresh cut was red on his cheek, and his hair was tangled, as if it had been pulled.

"Tae..." Shock clouded Jungkook's mind, refusing to accept the worldview where his treasure could be so abused. "Tae, who did this?" The man fell to his knees next to his beloved, immediately removing his jacket and throwing it over his trembling shoulders.