The cool breeze brushes my face in a soothing way, but does little to actual calm the butterflies in my stomach. My eyes scan the buildings laid out in front of me, watching as students wander across the campus preparing for when classes start tomorrow, enjoying their last moments of freedom.
"Yoongi? Honey, your father and I have to head home now. I'm so sorry we can't stay and help you move in! Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?" My mom worries her bottom lip between her teeth, forehead scrunched up in concern. "If you're not sure, I can always call my boss and take a sick day tomorrow... I just want to make sure that you're gonna be okay."
My stomach flips again at the thought of being left alone, but I just swallow thickly and give her a bright smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. You can't afford to miss work, and besides! I'm twenty-two... I should do this on my own."
"I know honey, but I still worry. Especially after the accident.... You had to take two years off from university!" She chews her lip again and glances at the three bags I brought. "I should at least help you get those to your room."
I chuckle a little cause I can tell that she's coming up with excuses so she won't have to leave me. "Mom, It's fine. You should go now, dad's probably waiting for you. I'll be fine, I promise."
She stares at me uncertainly for a second then slowly nods her head. "Okay. We're just a call away." She leans down and gently places a kiss on my cheek, using her thumb to wipe away the lipstick mark. "One call and I'll be back on the train in an instant!"
I watch as she walks away, taking a deep breath before leaning over the arm of my wheelchair and grabbing my bags. My backpack I hang on the wheelchair handles, while the larger duffle bag goes in my lap and the smaller bag I balance on top of my feet. The papers with my schedule and room number had been shoved in my pocket in our rush to get here today, and I now remove the crumpled papers.
"You have GOT to be kidding me..." I mumble. Despite the fact that I clearly asked for a room on the first floor, the number on my paper is 307. "Unbelievable! The THIRD floor?!" Placing my hands on the wheels, I slowly start pushing myself forward scanning the surrounding buildings. About the fourth building I see has a sign reading 'Summit Hall', and I head there praying they have an elevator.
The doors swing open as soon as I push the handicap button, opening up to a rather large carpeted area complete with a small coffee shop and a sitting/study area. A stairwell is next to the bathrooms in the back corner, but I don't see an elevator. I feel my stomach lurch a little in anxiety, before letting out a relieved sigh as I FINALLY spot the lift hidden behind the vending machines. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. I mean, I asked for a private room on the first floor and got a room on the third floor instead, but at least it should still be private... right?
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Angel On Wheels (a YoonSeok story)
FanfictionYoongi is in a wheelchair after an accident. Now in a new town at a new college, he has to deal with almost constant bullying. . . That is, until a group of six friends come to his rescue. One of the boys in particular takes an interest in Yoongi. C...
