Back To You ( S.W.M. Sequel)

8 - Go Home

Ally's P.O.V.

1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & 8 &...

Perfectly.

I did the move that I messed up perfectly just like I always did even during practice. It didn't make sense why I messed up.

I was going to practice some more until my arm started hurting again and decided it was best to take a break. Heading towards my stuff, I hear the door to the practice room open and my eyes lay upon Jimin.

"Hey." He says in a soft tone.

"Hey." Sitting down on the floor and getting the stuff out that I needed to change my bandages, Jimin takes a seat next to me.

"How are you?"

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" Looking over at him, I can see how he lifts up his eyebrows and his eyes widen from my reply.

"Sorry..."

"It's fine, I get it. How's your arm?" Pointing at my arm, we both see how blood has seeped through the bandages.

"Well...bleeding." I heard him let out a small chuckle from my sarcasm and I couldn't help but to join in.

"Ok, but seriously though, it hurts like hell."

"Let me help you change the bandages."

After handing him the clean bandages, alcohol, and the rest of the materials needed, he slowly unwraps my bandages to which I wince in pain as it lifts from my skin; soon revealing the very fresh wound.

"You should really get this checked out, I wouldn't want it to get infected."

"It'll be fine. I know how to take care of it." As I looked at my wound, deep down I knew that I should get it checked out, but the idea of seeing a doctor or going to a hospital scared me.

As he grabs a cotton pad and starts pouring alcohol on it, he looks up at me.

"Ready?"

I let out a shaky sigh and then nodded my head in response. As soon as the alcohol touched my wounds, I let out a little yelp in pain and proceeded to bite my lip in agony.

I also felt bad for Jimin since I was clutching onto him for dear life with my free hand and could see a glimpse of pain on his face.

"Ok, done." Letting out a breath of relief, my whole body relaxes as I sit back against the wall.

"I'm sorry for not being able to help you today. If I did, you would've had more points docked off..."

"I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have made a difference. I would've still gotten a low score, but it's whatever now."

Was I upset? Yes.

But was I also not that worried about it? Again, yes.

To say the least, I was kind of embarrassed to have messed up so badly, especially after having practiced it for hours getting it right and even in front of the people who dance and sing it. But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter because it's not like I can rewind time and it was the first time that I ever messed up in an evaluation, so I wasn't beating myself too much for it.

"I don't think that you got that many points docked off. Plus, you got back up and kept dancing which made you gain even more."

I couldn't help, but smile at his statement and it made me feel a bit better.

"You did great, but it's not like you to mess up like that.

And here I was thinking the same thing as well and only making me doubt if I truly did mess up or something else happened.