Changbin was your boyfriend and you were his autistic girlfriend. All of the guys from your past relationships thought you were "high maintenance" because of the ways you needed to eat your food without it touching, or the fact that it was so hard to get you to stop doing something because you had a difficult time transitioning from one activity or position to another. But Changbin? He never complained about it, not once. He acted like it was all stuff that normal people did so you wouldn't feel discriminated against or different. In fact, he often helped you immensely with your tough spots.

You were hungry, but you were immersed in your show. You also didn't want to pause it when you woud go back to it and it wouldn't be as captivating as before. Changbin came into the room and he looked at you. He could see that you were totally into the show, so he left you alone. He checked the time and his lips pursed. It was past lunchtime and he knew you hadn't eaten yet. He figured you didn't want to change what you were doing, so he went downstairs and made you a PB&J, peanut butter and jelly on each half of the slices of toast, before he brought it upstairs to you.

Here, babe.