I laid my school bag in my lap as I clicked the buttons on the wheelchair, memorising the way to get to school. Well people say it's the 'freak' school because all the students with disabilities go there. Apparently the teachers are more patient and know more than others at normal school.

"Taehyungie!"

"Jeonggukie!" I waved, trying to make the wheelchair move more faster, attempting to get to Jeongguk.

"Hey Taehyung!" Jeongguk put a hand on my shoulder, pushing the wheelchair for it to be faster. "They said there was going to be a new student in our class.

"That's cool, there hasn't been any student change to our classroom for a long time, other than the time that Daesung was kicked out because he was faking his disability, just to go to the same school as his friend." I told the younger, placing my phone at the place we had to drop off our phone, since we couldn't use them inside class.

"I think his name is Jijung or something." Jeongguk replicated the same moves as me.

"Push me faster, we need to get to class." I aggressively pressed the buttons on the wheelchair, indicating that we had to go faster.

We reached the classroom, seeing an unfamiliar face.

"I think that is Jijung." Jeongguk whispered down into my ear, pointing at the unfamiliar face.

"Don't call him Jijung, his name might not be that, and you might offend him, he might have anger issues like you Jeonggukie.

"Ay Taehyungie, thats a bit rude!" Jeongguk pretended to be offended, pressing his hand against his chest.

"What!" Taehyung whined. "Its true!"

"I guess." Jeongguk scoffed, waiting to be let into the class.

"What do you think he has?" I asked Jeongguk hyung out of curiosity.

"Umm, maybe anger issues like me? Its probably mentally, since there's nothing wrong with his body.

"Did you literally scan his body?"

"Maybe, you never know." Jeongguk smirked. Oh wait, we got to go into class. I pressed the buttons on the wheelchair, avoiding to bump into anyone else as I rolled through the entrance of the classroom.

My seat is my wheelchair. I positioned my wheelchair correctly, as I unloaded my bag.

"Everyone!" My attention rapidly focused on Mrs Chun, as she placed her hand on the new boys shoulder. "Here is Park Jimin, please introduce yourself Jimin."

"It's Jimin!" Jeongguk mouthed to me on the table next to me. "Not Jijung."

"I knew it!" I mouthed back, placing my bag on the floor.

"Uh, hello my name is Park Jimin and I came from another school and I uhhh..." I saw Jimin and Jeongguk make eye contact.

"I Pwak Jwimin. What yours?" He cutely pointed to Jeongguk.

"I'm Jeon Jeongguk. Why?"

"You cwoot." The new kid, Jimin walked up to Jeongguk and started squishing his cheeks.

"What the heck?" Jeongguk tried to stop Jimin, but he failed.

"Okay Jiminie, you got to get away from Jeongguk, he has private space." The teacher pulled Jimin away from Jeongguk. Did Jimin have something where he was attracted to people a lot?

"But he cwoot." Jimin pouted.

"Just go sit in the chair over there, you will meet Mr Han, he's a very nice guy." Mrs Chun indicated a man next to a seat.

"Bwut I wan' pway with Jeonggukie!" Jimin stamped his feet stubbornly.

"Go to him or else no more play time for you sweetheart." Mrs Chun kneeled down to Jimin.

"Fine." He swung his arms as he went to sit down on the chair. What does he have?

"Um, don't mind that." The teacher giggled as she got back to the front of the class. "He's just slipped into little space."

Oh so that's what he has! Realisation hit me, as I set up my table, looking at Jeongguk.

"Okay, so class you guys are going to move onto your essays that you were working on the previous class that you had with me, Jiminie, Mr Han will tell you what to do."

"But I want to continue my story from when I had free time!" Jeongguk grumbled, closing his book roughly.

"Jeongguk, you have to continue your essay." Mrs Chun told him.

"Yeah Jeonggukie!" A voice was heard from the other side of the room. My sensitive ears made me rapidly turn to the voice, which was Jimin.

"Sweetheart, you need to focus on your own work, or else you don't get your lollies afterwards."

"But Jeonggukie isn't 'ocwusing on wis own workie!" Jimin complained.

"Just return to your colouring." Mr Han told the little.

"Fwine." I saw Jimin pout, before returning to pick up his blue colour pencil. Why do people think people who is a little is disgusting? Its cute!

"Jeongguk." I called his name. "You can do your story afterwards, your essay is more important."

"No!" he glared at me. "I don't want to do this stupid fucking essay!" He threw the piece of paper on the floor.

"Jeongguk, we talked about this before." I helped him pick up the paper, fumbling with the buttons.

"NO!" He shouted, his face getting red.

"Jeon Jeongguk, you need to calm down!" I lectured him, knowing what to do. "I'll ask the teacher for music." I whispered into his ear after getting the wheelchair closer to the angry boy.

"Fine." He grumbled, slumping into his chair.

"Hannie?" I heard Jimin's voice. "'What's fucking?"

"Jiminie sweetheart, its a word you don't need to know." Mr Han told the little.

"But I wan' know!" Jimin looked at his caregiver.

"You don't need to know baby, okay?" Mr Han gave a quick glare to Jeongguk.

"Okay!" Jimin went back to his colouring. I exhaled, relieved that the new kid wasn't as stubborn as Jeongguk.

"Uh, Mrs Chun?" I raised my hand.

"Yes Taehyung?"

"Can we have music, like last time?"

"Did you have that deal with him again?" She tilted her head in disappointment.

I nodded.

"No, not this time, he swore in front of a little." She made up her mind, going back to her computer.

"Then I'm not doing this thing!" Jeongguk stood up abruptly, then he ran out of the door.

"JEONGGUKIE!" I scream out, trying to not bump into tables as I tried to get out of the maze to the door.

"Taehyung, don't go, you won't even catch up to him, I'll get Mr Han, you can take over for Jimin for a little bit, your nearly finished your essay." Mrs Chun told me, as Mr Han stood up.

"Me?" I pointed to myself, just to make sure.

"Yeah, Mr Han, please go to the yard, he is  most likely there."

"Okay." He stood up, then walked out of the door.

"Hello Jiminie." I waved, finally getting to Jimin's side after bumping into a table.

"Hwello Taehyungie, can we cowour?" Jimin sat down excitedly.

I took about 3 seconds to process what he had said. "Oh! Yeah! We can colour!" I looked at the messed up paper. "Do you want me to get a new piece of paper?"

"Ye!" He nodded. I rolled to grab he piece of paper when I heard Jimin. "Miss Chun? Can we 'usic?" Jimin asked cutely, while I rolled back.

"I don't think we can sweetheart." Mrs Chun replied. "Everyone else is working so hard on their essays, you don't want to distract them."

"But I wan'!" The little stubbornly pouted.

"Fine sweetheart, what song?"

Groans were heard around the classroom, thinking if a little were to choose a song, they would choose some sort of nursery rhyme.

"Hmmm, DNA TXT!"

What? I reacted suddenly to that. That was my favourite song to dance to. The song I last danced to.

"Um, Mrs Chun? Can you please play another song?" I carefully asked, trying not to trigger the little.

"I wan' listen!" Jimin glared at me.

"O-Okay Jiminie." I stammered, tears urging to form in my eyes. I had to face the pain.

The whistling.

The song.

Everything about the song hit me so hardly everywhere except my legs, I couldn't feel anything in them. But I regretted what I had done.

I couldn't help it anymore. I dropped the pencil and tears rolled down my cheek. 

"Taehyungie? Are u alwight?"

"I'm fine Jiminie." I forced a smile, tears falling down my face.

"You not! You cwying!"Jimin pouted.

"I... I-" I bursted out into tears, the song screaming into my ears. I had avoided this song all my life.

"Mis Chun! Taehyungie not okay!" Jimin shouted out.

"Taehyung, what's wrong?"

"P-Pause." Was all I managed to get out of my mouth, before sobs overpowered my voice.

"Okay." Mrs Chun ran to her computer and paused the song, causing for everyone to look up.

"Is Taehyung alright Miss?" a girl asked.

"He's fine Elia, please concentrate on your essay. Taehyung, do you want to come outside with me?" Mrs Chun looked at me.

My brain ached. I just nodded in response.

I managed to get outside from the teachers help.

"What's wrong?"

"T-The reason my legs didn't work anymore." I stammered, sniffling after.

"What made you sad?"

"The song..." I felt stupid for crying.

"TAEHYUNGIE ARE YOU OKAY????" Jeongguk ran to me, kneeling down to take a good look at my eyes. "Did you listen to the genetics song?"

Jeongguk knows me too much. I nodded, tears stinging my eyes again. "Jeongguk, can you please explain?"

"Yeah, so Mrs Chun, he loved dancing back then. But there was something wrong  with his legs. But he was determined to dance." I could tell Jeongguk was trying to put it in a way that I wouldn't sound bad. "His last song he danced to was DNA." Jeongguk looked at me.

"Mr Han, please go inside to take care of Jimin." Mr Han nodded, then went inside. I could hear screams. "I WAN' SORRY TO TAEHYUNGIE!"

"I'm sorry Taehyung." Mrs Chun kneeled down to the same height as me.

"Don't say sorry Mrs Chun. It was technically my fault in the first place."

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DISCLAIMER
There is no such thing as DNA by TXT