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Ever since the trauma of childhood bullying affected you so deeply that you fell silent forever, you've been labeled the weird girl. It was strange. You'd kept quiet to avoid being noticed, but it had the opposite effect, drawing even more attention. Your psychologist diagnosed you with "Selective Mutism," something that became public knowledge when your mother spoke with your teachers. You'd started high school a few months prior, and just as you expected, your silence drew attention. You weren't spared the teasing there either, and the thought of never being able to escape it crossed your mind more and more frequently. It wasn't until that one boy defended you. "Hey, what's her problem? If she doesn't want to answer, leave her alone. " He spoke with annoyance in his voice, approaching the scene with slow, deliberate steps. His hands were in his pockets, his broad shoulders and imposing height intimidating. With one hand, he gestured for the girls who had cornered you by the lockers to leave. You didn't know him, but apparently, he had a status that protected his words. "Hey, are you okay? " he asked after seeing the girls leave, annoyed. He extended his hand to help you up from the floor. "I'm Jungkook. And you? " he spoke again, seeing that he didn't get a response the first time. He assumed you were shy, since you didn't answer then either. What you didn't know was that Jungkook's thoughts were pure curiosity. That was what had led him to defend you. He was intrigued by the reason for your silence, and although he didn't know your diagnosis, he never seemed to judge you for it. Now you were intrigued by this boy, who from that moment on helped you again and again without expecting anything in return. Because that had become routine. You began to find him more attractive in your eyes and, uncontrollably, to wait for him every time you were harassed...