Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

11

You cried for a while, you weren't even sure how long it had been, but you now had the hiccups and were beyond exhausted, as you usually were after crying.

You were leaned against the boy who brought you, still not knowing who it was, but enjoying the company greatly. You felt the tears drying on your cheeks as the cold winter air brushed against your face.

All you wanted to do in the moment was regress but you, like all week, were fighting it off, scared of what little you would say, or do. You cried enough and you just new if you were little you'd cry more over Taehyung.

You sighed and sat up, and hunched forward, rubbing your face with your hands.

"I'm sorry." You croaked, voice breaking from the sobs you had previously released. You felt the guy sit forward as well, "It's fine. I'm probably part of the reason this happened."

You looked over in surprise at Taehyung. He sat next to you, an unreadable look on his face, rubbing the nape of his neck, in an action of guilt.

You felt your little self pushing through at the sight of him, so you stood quickly, holding it back, "Thanks again. You can go now." You said quickly, turning away.

He stood slowly, "Are you okay?" He asked awkwardly. Taking a hesitant step towards you. You shook your head, "Please just go." You squeaked.

You didn't hear him moving, so you turned quickly. "TaeTae leave!" You shouted, stomping your foot. Your eyes watered.

"Y/N/N doesn't want to see you! Mad at you!" You shouted, tears now running down you face. Taehyung stared at you wide-eyed.

Taehyung was confused, in less than a second, you had turned into what seemed like a childish mindset. He watched as you cried, hugging yourself.

"Wh-What's going on?" He asked, alarmed. As time went on and he was around you more,  he was beginning to realize how different this was to Autism. Sure there were many different kinds which affected everyone differently, but he was very doubtful.

Taehyung didn't know much about Austism, he's never witnessed it first hand, or really at all, but to him this just didn't seem like the disorder he's read about out of curiosity, or how its portrayed in movies and stories and such.

He reached out towards you, and patted your head, "There, there- Ow! Fuck!" He pulled his arm back quickly and cradled it to his chest.

"What the fuck, clumsy!" Taehyung yelled, glaring at you. Suddenly the roof door opened. "Y/N? What's going on?"

Jin walked on to the roof, eyeing Taehyung carefully as he noticed the glare on his face. "Jinnie! TaeTae won't leave. He's being mean!"

You ran towards the older boy, and went behind him, peeking out. Jin raised a quizzical and suspicious eyebrow at Taehyung.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't do shit. The little weirdo bit me." He seethed, holding his arm tighter. Jin made a surprised face, "You bit him?"

You nodded proudly, "He touched Y/N/N. Don't like." Jin put his hands on his hips, "Now that's not nice. You should apologize to Taehyung, Y/N/N."

Taehyung watched the scene unfold, his mind whirling in confusion. He had no idea what was going on. After he realized what Jin had said, he decided to speak up.

You shook your head stubbornly as the injured boy opened his mouth to explain. "In her defense, I don't deserve an apology. I said some asshole-ish things to her. I probably deserved the bite too."

Jin sighed, and turned towards you,"Hobi was looking for you, he got worried. I told him you'd meet him out front of the school. Hurry, buses are leaving soon. He has your things."

You nodded, and turned, running towards the door, the previous event leaving your mind. You giggled as you skipped down the steps.

Taehyung P.O.V.

Jin stayed on the roof, and sighed again. "You're not going to go with her?" Taehyung asked, sitting on the bench. Jin walked over and sat next to him. "I will. I want to talk to you first."

"What could you possibly have to talk with me about?" The younger boy asked, leaning back nonchalantly, staring at the bite mark on his arm.

Jin looked too,"You have to be careful with her. She's different, Taehyung. Shes sensitive. Especially when she's little." Taehyung furrowed his brows,"When she's little? What's that mean? She's always short."

Jin snickered,"That's not what I meant. Y/N has this thing, I don't know how to explain it. It's where her mental state can switch to one of a child. I'm bad at explaining. Look it up or something. I'll send you a link or whatever."

Taehyung snorted,"I just thought she was autistic or something." Jin shook his head.

There was a few minutes of silence before Jin spoke again, "How are Junseok and Saemi?" Taehyung looked over at the mention of his siblings.

"Fine. I need to find a babysitter for them soon. I can't keep asking Office Lee to keep watching them. Plus, I need to get a job. I have interviews next week." Jin nodded,"I didnt realize he still did. It's been what, two years now?"

Taehyung nodded, "Yeah. It feels weird going home to see a police officer everyday. It's like reliving my arrest." Jin patted his back awkwardly.

"Well I could find someone for after school, but I can't help you for before that." Taehyung looked over,"Why do you care?"

Jin sighed, "I'm your cousin, Taehyung. I'm the only one who knows what really happened. I know you dont like company, but atleast ask for help if you need it."

Taehyung nodded and stood, "I should get going. Thanks, Jin. I'd appreciate if you could find someone so I could work." Jin smiled and nodded, "See you, Tae."
Taehyung gave a small grin, before walking through the roof door.

Y/N P.O.V.

You raced down the hall making it to the main doors, a tune falling from your lips. "When I up, down, touch the ground, it puts me in the mood! Up, down, touch the ground, in the mood..For food!"

You sang as you jumped in front of Hoseok. He flinched with his hands raising, surprised. "Geez! Don't do that!" You pouted,"M'sorry, Oppa."

He frowned, and grabbed your face in his hands, moving your head back and forth, checking for any indication that you were not okay. "Are you okay now?" You smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad," He started, not wanting to pry, "the buses are going to leave soon, you should probably hurry. Will you be okay?" You grinned and nodded, grabbing your stuff from his hands.

You began to race away, but turned back for a moment,"Bye Bye, Hobi! Love you!" You giggled, turning back and running towards the familiar stop.

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