Me and G-Dragon we're in the middle of dancing when my phone suddenly rang, causing G-Dragon to stop the music and giving me another one of his glares. Sometimes i think that was the only emotion he had. 

"No phones are aloud to be on when we're practicing" He said.
"Since when?" I asked him as i ran over to my bag and pulled my phone up. I looked at the caller ID. My mom. I turned to look at G-Dragon who we're waiting for me to come back. What was worse? My mom or G-Dragon? I hesitated before i answered the call. "H-hey, mom".
"YOU'RE LATE!" She screamed into the phone, causing me to take the phone away from my ear. G-Dragon obviously heard her because he jumped.
"S-sorry, i got held up at dance practice".
"You and you're dancing, why dont you just quit? You're never gonna be good enough anyway".
"I'll be home soon" I said and hung up. I turned the phone off and put it back in my bag. I could feel tears form in my eyes, but i was not about to let G-Dragon see me cry. I quickly got a grip of myself and walked over to him, putting on a fake smile. "Start the music". He pressed play and we began dancing. We stayed there dancing for 2 more hours before both of us sat down on the floor, taking a break. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip from it. The atmosphere was awkward so i quickly got up and put on the music again. "Lets just get this done".

We began dancing again and i used all the strength i had left to do the dance correct. It was perfect, as usual, but i had no idea what G-Dragon thought about it. Suddenly he started doing the wrong move and he tripped in my feets, making him fall with me ontop of him. He winced in pain and pushed me off him. I quickly stood up and glared at him. He was holding around his ankle.

"Yah, you made a mistake!" I screamed at him.
"Did not! It was you!" Just then the manager came in. "Manager hyung! She made a mistake in the dancing and i ended up getting hurt!" 
"Hmm..." He walked over to G-Dragon and bent down next to him and looked at his ankle. "Can you walk?"
"I... dont think so".
His mananger looked up at me. "You can drive, right?"
I nodded. "Yes". 
"You drive him home and stay there with him through the night to make sure he's alright. If he's not better in the morning we will have to think of something".
"But-"
"No buts" The manager said and left the room. I sighed