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Jisung skz - Autism/ ADHD

@hyunlixer1234  thank you for your request! I hope this is what you were looking for. I'm not very experienced with writing about autism, and I wasn't completely sure what you wanted, so I hope it works for you.

In this story Minho and Jisung are the same age. 1200 words.

The studio was filled with the usual chaos – the loud beats echoing through the speakers, the bright lights flashing across the room, and the members moving energetically to the choreography. But for Jisung, everything felt overwhelming. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and the constant movement around him made his head spin.

As the members practiced, Jisung's anxiety quietly grew. His hands fidgeted nervously at his sides, his fingers tapping and drumming against his thighs in an attempt to ground himself. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact with anyone. His mind was racing, and the sensory overload was too much to handle.

Minho noticed it immediately. He'd known Jisung since childhood, and he knew when his friend wasn't okay, even when Jisung didn't speak a word. The tension in Jisung's posture, the way his gaze was unfocused, the way he was pulling into himself – it was all too familiar.

The other members, sensing that something was off, took a break. They left the room, allowing the air to calm, and the lights were dimmed until only the soft sunlight streaming through the window remained. The music was turned off, and the room fell into a quiet stillness.

Minho stayed behind with Jisung, knowing it was better to let him calm down at his own pace rather than pushing him. He didn't want to overwhelm him more, so he quietly sat down next to Jisung on the floor. The silence between them was comfortable, but there was an unspoken understanding in the air – Minho wouldn't leave his side.

"Jisung," Minho said softly, his voice gentle as he looked over at his friend, "You good?"

Jisung didn't look up. His eyes remained focused on the floor, and he only gave a slight nod in response, but Minho could tell it wasn't enough. The tension in Jisung's shoulders told him everything he needed to know.

Minho sat still for a moment, giving Jisung the space he needed, but he couldn't ignore the weight of the silence between them. He had been through this before. He knew Jisung well enough to know that pushing him too much would only make things worse. So, instead, he decided to share a memory – a safe memory. Something to help ground both of them.

"Remember that field trip we had in high school?" Minho asked, his voice still soft but laced with meaning.

Jisung's hands stilled for a moment, and he looked down at them as though the answer to Minho's question was tangled in his fingers. He didn't respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah. It was... a lot."

Minho's expression softened, his tone calm and understanding. "Do you remember how everything seemed to get too loud? The noises, the textures – the bright lights and the people? Everything was too much, and you couldn't handle it?"

Jisung shifted uncomfortably, his fingers starting to tap again. He nodded, but his eyes stayed fixed on his hands. "It was... too much," he admitted quietly. "The bus ride, the people, the heat... it felt like it was all... closing in on me. When we got there, everything was just too bright. Too loud. My mind was everywhere."

Minho leaned closer, his voice soft as he recalled the day. "I remember. You were shaking, Jisung. I had to hold onto you, to talk you through it, to help you breathe. You were so overwhelmed, and I didn't know what was going on inside your head. It was the first time I really saw how much it affected you, how much you were struggling."

Jisung's eyes remained unfocused, but Minho could see the subtle signs of discomfort in his expression. The memory was a difficult one, but it was also the turning point, the moment when everything began to make sense.

"I didn't understand either," Jisung said, his voice low. "I just knew that everything felt too much, too fast. People... people kept looking at me like I was weird. I didn't know why I couldn't keep up like everyone else."

Minho's heart ached as he remembered how Jisung had been treated after that trip. People didn't understand, they didn't know why Jisung couldn't handle the noise, the light, the crowds. But Minho stayed by his side, never questioning his friend. "I stayed, Jisung," Minho said, his voice full of quiet conviction. "I stayed because I knew you weren't weird. You were just going through something no one else understood, including you. And I wanted to be there for you, to help you figure it out."

Jisung's fingers stopped moving, and he finally dared to glance at Minho, though his gaze quickly darted away. His eyes were filled with uncertainty, but there was something else too – something softer, more vulnerable.

"I didn't know what was happening to me," Jisung admitted, the words heavy on his lips. "My parents thought I just had anxiety. But I didn't fit into that box. Then I found out... it was ADHD. Autism. It was like everything clicked, but it was also scary. It was hard, Minho. I didn't know how to deal with all of it. And people... they didn't know how to deal with me."

Minho's expression softened, his voice gentle as he spoke. "I remember. I remember when we got the diagnosis, when you finally had the answers. But I also remember how things didn't get easier overnight. People avoided you, treated you differently. It wasn't easy for anyone, especially you. But you... you didn't push me away. You didn't try to shut me out."

Jisung's eyes lingered on Minho for a moment longer, and Minho could see the silent gratitude in his gaze.

"I don't know if I could've made it through all those years of training without you," Jisung said quietly, his voice almost breaking. "When everyone else didn't understand... when they pulled away... you stayed. You stayed, and I don't know what I would've done without you."

Minho's hand rested lightly on Jisung's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "You never have to do it alone, Jisung. I'm always here for you, no matter what. I always will be. You're my friend – my best friend – and nothing will ever change that."

Jisung's face softened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to rest against Minho's side, his body relaxing into the comfort of his friend's presence. But there was still a lingering tension, an undercurrent of emotion that he couldn't shake.

Minho, sensing the discomfort, gently wrapped his arm around Jisung, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's okay," he whispered softly, holding Jisung close. "You're safe here. You can let go."

Jisung's body stiffened for a moment, but then he slowly allowed himself to relax, to melt into Minho's embrace. The warmth of the hug seemed to calm his racing thoughts, and for the first time in a while, Jisung allowed himself to just be – without any pressure, without any expectations.

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