Word Count: 842
(this is more like a drabble shhhh)
“Minghao, this is way too complicated!”
“No it isn’t; you just don’t feel like trying. It’s really easy!”
“That’s for you to say! You’re a professional dancer who’s had years of training and practice!”
“Which is why you’re doing it now. Practice makes perfect, you know.”
Minghao was right; practice does make perfect. It was hard to believe, but Minghao was in this position once, totally hopeless and just ready to give up. He persevered until he got better, and he continues to work on his skills whenever he gets the chance. His passion for dancing was beyond anything you’ve ever seen and the diligence he showed was equally amazing.
You hated to complain, especially in front of Minghao, but learning how to b-boy was simply too much. Your arms were aching like there was no tomorrow and you were sure as hell that you could not bend the way Minghao wanted you to for certain moves. A hand came down on your shoulder and gave it a supportive squeeze. “Come on, you can do it. Just try it one more time and then you’re done. I believe in you, you know that, right?” Minghao’s voice was gentle and his smile was even softer, which made your heart melt like butter.
“Alright, fine,” you reluctantly agreed. “But what do I get out of it?”
“The sense of accomplishment?”
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.”
“Come on, do it. Please? For me?”
“I said fine already!” You sighed and pushed Minghao’s arm away. “You’re lucky I like you enough to do this.”
“You’re lucky I like you enough to teach you this.”
You stuck your tongue out in response and got into the starting position, though your tired limbs were practically screaming for you to stop and just give up. You glanced over at Minghao, a doubtful look taking over your features. He nodded with a smile and flashed you a thumbs up. The music was catchy enough and had a beat that was easy to follow, which was why Minghao insisted on you learning to it without playing anything else. The first steps surprisingly came with little effort, but you knew you had to stay concentrated or you would mess up again. It was a nice to feel your body let loose and move freely, but your joints burned with ache and it felt like your legs would give out any moment.
With a deep breath, you managed to smoothly drop down into a crouching position and kick your legs up, keeping them straight as you swung them around. This was the hardest part, and every time you did it your arms would start shaking and you would fall. But this time something was different. You were doing it. Minghao’s clapping proved the unbelievable true. A breathless laugh fell past your tightly shut lips. “I’m doing it!” you exclaimed.
That’s when everything went wrong.
Your already exhausted arms gave out completely and you fell mid-swing, your knee scraping hard across the ground, sending pain throughout your entire leg. It didn’t feel any better when you basically bashed your head against the ground either. Your laughter quickly turned into drawn out hisses and muttered curses. Minghao was at your side in an instant, his hands helping to push you onto your back. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted close together.
“Clearly not,” you groaned and heaved yourself up onto your elbows. Your knee was covered in oozing blood and was more scraped than you thought. The worst part was how bad it stung. And then there was a sudden warmth, and it took you a moment to realize that it was Minghao’s hand.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, a guilty look overtaking his face. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt. I know you didn’t even want to learn how to b-boy in the first place, and now you’re hurt because of my constant insisting.” The look on his face reminded you of kicked puppy’s. You sat up the whole way and placed a hand over top of his.
“Minghao, it’s not your fault. You just wanted to teach me something new. I pushed myself too hard, okay? There’s nothing that could have been done to help me from scraping my knee. It’s not even that bad. It hurts a lot, but it’ll be gone before you or I will even know it. That, and I don’t want you getting my blood all over your hand. That’s just unsanitary.”
Minghao chuckled and the sound brought a smile to your face. He didn’t look as sad anymore, but guilt was still deep in his eyes. “I know. But I pushed you to keep going.”
“I’m going to smack you with your own bloody hand if you don’t shut up about it!” You felt Minghao interlock his fingers with yours.
“I’m serious. You don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to.”
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Practice makes perfect, right?”