since Jeongin was little, you always noticed something... different in him, he acted different than other children, so you took him to get checked out and he was diagnosed with autism. Ever since that day, you became a single mother, your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend didn't want to take care of a son with autism

you were understanding with him and he is very clingy and attached to you, he often has meltdowns and arguments with you for small things that are big for him.

Today was, unfortunately, one of those days. The argument began over something as simple and yet as important to him as the texture of her french fries. They were crinkle-cut, with a roughness he couldn’t stand. What he really wanted were the straight, smooth fries he was used to—but you had forgotten.

“THESE AREN’T RIGHT! NO CRINKLE FRIES! I DON’T LIKE THEM!” he yelled, his voice trembling with frustration as he paced back and forth, unable to hold back the overwhelming upset.