⟼ ጋ𝑒𝑜𝑛 ጋ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘ヅ

You had a diagnosis that would haunt you for life. You were too innocent, too naive for the real world. You had difficulty with social cognition. The diagnosis came at a young age, when you didn't understand certain mean behaviors of children your age.

From then until adolescence and now, your young adulthood. You were in college, no one knew about your diagnosis, and as always, they took full advantage of it. Up until that point, you had only one "friend," whom you'd made because you were assigned a project with him. Jungkook.

—Have you always been like this? —The brunette asked, chewing on the tip of the pencil without a care in the world.

They were both in the park, sitting on a bench, with the sole objective of outlining the main ideas of the project.

—Like what…? — You replied, confused. You tilted your head to one side, innocently.

"So naive. You're so stupid, don't you realize they're using you?" He was direct, almost cruel. He didn't consider the truth of his words.

— Oh... really? — You looked down sadly, nervously biting your lip.

Jungkook seemed to notice that you weren't actually faking it, as he'd assumed, but that you genuinely didn't realize what was happening. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest and sighed in frustration.

"Hey, are you really stupid?" he asked, a tone of concern in his voice.

"No, I'm not stupid. I'm just... socially slow. It's diagnosed," you replied simply. Your shoulders slumped and a pout crossed your lips.

"Oh my God... Listen, if you make that gesture, I'll want to take care of you. Don't do it." He scolded in a mock-scolding tone, but you didn't understand. He noticed, so he just laughed and shook his head.