Nam's One 😂

Beware the false savior

IM SO MAD THIS NEED TO STOP RIGHT NOW

rocking the red and the nail polish as he should

whut

Good night to him and only him 🫶🏽

230121 - casabrutus on twitter

he is love

we need to talk more about autism and this is just 🥺🥺🥺💖💖 a great start

Safe Space💚

Warning: mentions of sensory overload, hypersensitivity to sound and light, stimming (happy hand flapping), brief mutism/going non-verbal, some praise, reader almost has a meltdown from sensory overload

Note: I used information that was given to me from an autistic person but I apologize if this isn't exact.😅

Pairing: CEO!Hoseok X (f.)autistic!reader

You grabbed your keys off the table, not liking the noise it made one bite, just another reason to slide on your new noise canceling headphones.

There's a special hoodie you always wear when you visit Hoseok. It smells like his laundry detergent so you like it for two reasons: it smells like Hoseok and it smells clean. It's baggy and worn, the once bright red now so faded and sunbleached that it's a shade of light pink.

You walk your way to Hoseok's work building, you wanted to surprise him even though you probably could've called for his driver.

Florescent lights unwelcomingly invade your vision for a few seconds before sunlight mostly takes over, handing the guard at the door a special access badge Hoseok had given you.

"Cleared."

"Thanks." You continued on your journey.

Up a couple flights of stairs to avoid awkward situations in the elevator, you headphones cover your ears, playing soft music that would fit perfectly for the ambient light in Hoseok's office.

You knock once, twice, three times on Hoseok's office door, seeing him open the door, a look of surprise, confusion and happiness painting his features.

"Babydoll, come on in." Hoseok opens the door wider for you to walk in, even if you can't hear him, you know what he said, you can read lips really well.

Hoseok had a little broon closet in his office that was stashed full of comfort items. Fluffy pillows, weighted blankets, even a little weighted Mang plushie he had gotten you as a birthday gift.

You walked over to the broom closet, pulling out a ten pound weighted blanket and a large fluffy body pillow, taking them over to a soft couch in the corner hear Hoseok's desk, happily snuggling up into the soft materials.

Hoseok comes over to crouch down in front of you. "Did you walk here? I'm not mad, I just want to know."

You slid your headphones off, laying with headphones on while the side of your face is pressed into a pillow is pretty uncomfortable.

"Yes." You stared a Hoseok's dress shoes, feeling a little guilty and ashamed.

"Okay, it's okay this time. But I would feel better if you asked for the driver instead, alright? I don't want you to have a meltdown or sensory overload in a random place and no one know where you are. I'm not mad, okay?" Hoseok looks at you, nothing but love and concern in his eyes, but you're not staring at his eyes, you're staring at his shoes.

"Okay." It comes out soft which gives away what's going to happen next.

"Can I get a kiss before you rest? I missed my babydoll." Hoseok puts on his best pout, making sure to watch for your signs that it's okay to initiate physical contact.

You let out something akin to a soft, happy squeal, hands flapping up and down in front of you. It makes you so excited that he still searches for permission to touch you, not wanting to accidentally upset you.

He leans in close and you close your eyes, he has soft lips, they're this wonderful texture of almost silk but as skin, you love it.

The feeling of his hand moving a piece of hair to uncover your face, figuring it was bothering you, has you doing hand flaps again.

"Love you, Babydoll." Hoseok grins as he pulls away, watching you sink back into the pillow.

"Love you, Hobi." You stare at him from your spot for a few seconds before deciding to ask your question. "Mang?"

"Yeah, I'll go get you Mang." He gives you a soft smile, getting up to walk over to the closet to grab the weighted Mang plushie.

There's a reason Hoseok has soft footsteps, won't slam doors, or yell unless necessary, like in business meetings.

For you, just existing in the same space as Hoseok is enough but sometimes you crave that feeling of being touched too.

Hoseok walks back over to tuck Mang into your arms, watching the tiny smile cross over your lips when you feel the material and the weight in your arm.

"Have a nice rest, Babydoll. I'm going to start working on my paperwork again. Remember what to do if you want anything or need my attention?"

You nod your head, sticking your hand in the air and making your fingers do the wave.

"Good girl." He got up and went back to his desk, seeing your eyes struggling to stay open.

You never really slept when you were here. It was more of a resting your eyes in comfort situation.

The soft noise of a pen gliding across paper, keys on the keyboard being tapped as gently as possible while still maintaining pace, Hoseok's even breathing filling the space.

After what felt like around an hour, you stuck your hand in the air, watching Hoseok turn immediately from his work to walk over to you, crouching down in front of you again.

"Hi, Babydoll." He grins at you, almost at eye level. "What do you need?"

Your hand snakes it way from its spot to reach for Hoseok's face, stopping just in front like asking for permission.

Hoseok presses his face into your hand, feeling the soft pads of your fingers caress over his closed eyelids, nose, and lips.

Hoseok's office door slammed open, making you visibly jump, easily becoming upset by the loud noise and a high volume, frantic voice that comes out shrill.

He grabs your hands, already noticing that the incident is overwhelming you, pressing his thumbs into your palms, turning his head and telling whoever it was in a deep voice to get out.

He presses his forehead to yours, seeing your teary eyes and face turning red, your eyes squeeze shut at his close distance.

On the other side of the door, an employee is getting scolded by Hoseok's secretary.

"Never do something like that! We never know when she'll be here and she is autistic! You have to be quiet! Give me your access badge! Two days suspension! Go home!"

Back in Hoseok's office, you're trying to keep your breathing even, the feeling of Hoseok's hands and forehead behaving like a grounding mechanism.

He won't usually talk when these things happen, deeming himself too close to talk anywhere near normal volume, so he settles for his best whisper.

"It's okay. It's gonna be okay. Hobi's here. Come here." Hoseok placed your hands to let them wind into his hair, making shushing noises and trying his best to rock you back and forth.

When Hoseok managed to calm you down, you didn't want to let go but that wasn't a problem, Hoseok just sat down on the couch with you, pulling you into his lap and bringing the blanket up over your shoulders, grabbing your headphones to put on you, finding your phone and going to a special playlist you had made for when you were upset.

You face was pressed into his neck, the feeling of your now calmed breathing fanning across Hoseok's neck.

He'll have to fire that one employee later. That was a huge no-no. Even if you aren't here, they're still supposed to behave as if you are because they never know when you are.

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I tried my best on this one but it was a challenge to write since I am not autistic and don't know exactly what it's like.😅🥰

My asks and submissions are always open!😘

I hope you enjoyed and I love you, my fluffies!🥰

— Conversations about Home (At the Deportation Centre), Warsan Shire

[text ID: My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.]