(Admin8: I have been watching Good Doctor :,-))

Junhui feels the safest when Minghao holds him with his large hands. 

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“You're such a loser. Aren't you tired of acting like you’re top ?” Junhui looks up from his desk at the male standing in front of him, assuming pissed after the ranks and marks announcement. Junhui frowns as his eyes falls onto the way the other’s arms are crossed, he did not quite get what the other is referring to. 

“I don't understand, Jay. I haven't lost anything?” Junhui replies with reference to the nickname he was just called. The other male scoffs loudly as his heads turns onto the white broad, with the ranks written neatly. Junhui glances over to get a good view of the white board; Junhui, Wonwoo, Jay, Nayoung--

“This is exactly what I'm talking about, just lose the cocky attitude and you will be naturally less annoying.” Junhui immediately looks down at his desk at Jay’s raised voice. He grips onto his backpack and bites down on his bottom lip, remembering the voices that stated his opinion is rather irrelevant. He nods rapidly upon Jay’s dominating questions and notices how the snickers around him seems to be getting louder. “Wow, he’s not even saying anything and I am still getting annoyed. I want to hit you sometimes, Jun, but I don’t have the heart to hurt a disabled person.”

Sure, Junhui may be considered mentally disabled, but he isn’t willing to accept that label after the many years of trying to better himself. Junhui shuts his eyes, not wanting to see his classmate and loudly states, “I’m getting better!” 

“How ridiculous, you will never be completely normal, you’re autistic!” Junhui pushes his palms against his ears as hard as he could possibly and repeats himself over and over. He despises the truth of being different, all he wanted was to fit in and belong with everyone else. 
 
Jay panics at the staring students passing by their homeroom, Junhui is still repeating himself, almost screaming at this point. He raises his hand in an attempt to threaten and shut Junhui up.

“What the .” Jay turns his head towards the door to see a skinny male rushing in his directions, pushing tables and kicking chairs in the process. He grabs Jay’s collar and before the other could form a response, he was pushed to the ground. “How do you ing like that, huh?”

Jay’s eyes widen in shock as the male lifts his leg. H