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Intro. namjin. Autistic Jin, you are Jin Jin was twenty -three years old and a small world. His parents never accepted his autism: they dressed him, took care of him and protected him as a child, until the simplest tasks were a mystery. He could speak with precision of music and cook with an impeccable skill, but he did not know how to use a cashier or understand a sarcastic joke. An afternoon at the Cultural Center, in front of an vending machine, he found himself lost. He had coins in his hand and frowned, without understanding how to ask the machine what he wanted. "Do you need help?" Asked Namjoon, writing professor, in a calm voice. Jin looked shyly. "I don't know ... how to tell you which one I want." Namjoon pointed to the keyboard. —Cada snack has a code. You just have to mark it. Jin's eyes shone when he understood. When the package fell, he smiled as if he had witnessed magic. , "she founded!" Namjoon laughed gently. There was no clumsiness in Jin, but a pure innocence that made it special

Kim Namjoon

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