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(A/n: Thank you so much for 46k reads! I hope you all can forgive me for the late update, I had homework and chores need to be done! I hope you all are well and I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕✨ )

Trigger warning: Paralyzation, I know this is triggering to a lot of people. I just want to remind you all that it is never my intention to upset anyone, so I apologize in advance!

Requested by: @StraykidsMemeHacker

Song: "Stigma" (Piano, Cello, & Violin version) covered by JMendezMusic
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M/N's P.O.V

Frustration filled me as I tried to reach the colorful cookie jar that, for some reason, was pushed against the wall, far out of my reach.
I attempted to reach for it, again, only to be a few inches short of reaching it.
"Taehyung, come here!" I called out, my craving for cookies slowly deteriorating out of pure frustration. "Please, I need your tall self!"

I rolled my wheelchair away from the counter, hoping Yeontan wasn't anywhere in the kitchen with me. I didn't want to roll over him, I'd feel awful if I ever did that.

"Yes?" He asked, popping up around the corner that connected the living room and kitchen together. I shyly gestured towards the cookie jar, sighing as he walked over to me and grabbed the cookie jar. He handed it to me, laughing slightly at my pouting state.
"Thank you, my knight, in shining armor!" I dramatically remarked, opening the cookie jar and grabbing two chocolate chip cookies. "I have no idea how they got all the way back there..." I took a bite of one as I handed the other cookie to Taehyung.

"Yes!" He beamed, happily taking the cookie from my hand. "I'd forgotten we had cookies in here." He took a bite of the cookie, his dark brown eyes lighting up with joy as he chewed.
"My mum's old recipe is absolutely magical..." I murmured, taking another bite of the delicious cookie. Tae nodded, quickly shoving the rest of his cookie into his mouth before steering my wheelchair out of the room.

"We gotta hurry, the movie will be back on soon!" He stated. His voice slightly muffled by the singular cookie. I nodded, giggling as I held the cookies to my chest, hoping I wouldn't to drop the entire jar onto the dirty floor.

"Not so fast, you man-child!" I playfully exclaimed, tightly gripping the arms of the wheelchair as I tried to not fall onto the floor. "Watch out for Yeontan! I love my son, so please don't harm our child!"
"On it, Sweetie!" He teased, slowing down as we neared the couch. "You better share those cookies or I will steal the entire jar!"

"Over my dead body!" I joked, sticking my tongue out at him as I clutched the cookies to my chest, once again.
"That can easily be arranged..." He remarked, giving me a serious look before breaking down into a fit of giggles. "But seriously, I want some more of those cookies, please." He gently picked me, letting me wrap my arms around his neck before placing me down on the couch.

"Thank you." I smiled softly, handing him two cookies for his help. "How far were we into the Lion King, again?" He sat down next to me, quickly grabbing the remote, so he could check.
"An hour, at most." He replied, setting the remote back down on the end table. "So there's like twenty-nine minutes left."
"Okay, that's works. But what time are the guys coming, again?" I inquired, racking my brain for the possible answer.

"5:30 pm, I think!" He answered, gently pulling me closer to him and letting me adjust to the sudden movement. "Hopefully, your surgery will go well, tomorrow! This might be your last dinner paralyzed."
"I know, I'm scared yet excited!" I whispered, laying my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my back. "If it works and after a ton of physical therapy, I could dance, again!" I smiled, remembering the days I would spend dancing until my feet gave out.

"It's adorable when your eyes light up when you talk about dancing." He smiled, glancing down at me and looking into my (e/c) eyes. "It's been so long since you've been this excited, it's good to see you happy, again."