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Singularity
Chapter Forty-Seven
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BRIGHT LIGHTS illuminated the sweat staining her skin. Her baggy tank top darkened in color around the collar, her curls stuck to her neck. Every bruise that littered her skin was on full display for her pleased boyfriend. His eyes took her in like a predator, calculating her moves, finding her error. She groaned loud, the noise bouncing off the empty walls. He clicked the remote in his hand, stopping the track. With a confident smirk on his lips, Junhui stared down his girlfriend, watching her shrink beneath his gaze. "You're pathetic," he voiced, scoffing in disbelief. "You've been at this for an hour and you still haven't gotten it right. It's a good thing you aren't male." She crossed her sweaty arms over her chest as her dark eyes rolled skyward in annoyance. She was starving, being that he refused to get her breakfast, claiming that it would only slow her progress.

His smirk seemed to drop as he watched her stance. "You wouldn't have even debuted if you were a guy. You should be more like your brother." She whirled around to face her boyfriend. Her face had grown hot, her ears burning red as anger seemed to surge through her small body. "That's enough!" she shouted, taking both she and her boyfriend by surprise. Her chest rose and fell heavily before she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "I asked you to come here with me to help me, and all you're doing is making me feel worthless!" His eyebrows pinched together. He knew what he was doing. To most, it would be obvious. Yet, that veil still covered his dark tendencies, creating a beautifully angelic aura that Sunny had created around him. "I'm trying to push you to work harder!" he replied, his voice heavy. She turned back toward the mirror with a huff. "Then start the music."

Her sweatpants hung low on her slim hips. If it wasn't for the tie, they would surely fall off of her. The music blasted through the speakers, resonating off the walls and echoing in her ears. She let her eyes close for a moment before she started her movements. She was sharp, something Junhui despised. His eyes narrowed as he watched her continue the routine. Though his mind did scatter the moment the love bites around her waist became visible. The deep purple became bright against her flushed skin, the sweat glistening as droplets fell down her pants. She was just about to turn when she accidentally stepped on her shoelace, tripping herself. She caught her body before it could hit the ground completely with her hands, her breaths loud and heavy. Junhui watched as she eased herself onto the floor.

The remote to the speakers should have cracked under the pressure of his thumb. The music turned off abruptly, and the only thing to be heard where Sunny's pants and Junhui's shoes squeaking against the floor. He halted in front of his tired girlfriend, a devious glint in his brown eyes. He knelt before her. "You're lazy," he stated, flicking her forehead. She gasped at the new found pain, quickly covering the spot with her hands. He took that as an opportunity to grab her wrists and haul her off of the floor. "You're never going to achieve much being the way you are." She screwed her eyes closed, ignoring his tight grip on her arms and the sudden way her legs seemed to turn to jelly. "You'll never be successful unless you start working like an idol, Chinsun. You're weak and immature." Tears burned her eyes. His words felt like daggers into her heart.

"Toughen up. You wouldn't want your family to be ashamed of you." She felt her lips curl in distaste at his words. Jimin would love her no matter what, right? He wouldn't be ashamed of her just because she was slow getting the choreography down... right? He jerked her hands away from her face. There was a red mark where his finger had thumped her and it made him feel proud. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He had established dominance. It radiated off of him in waves. Sunny's eyes cracked open, revealing the shiny tears within them. "Don't cry, baby. You're better than that." She sniffled, her eyes softening as Junhui gently caressed her cheeks. "You're being so mean," she whined. A few tears spilled over her reddened cheeks and he was quick to collect them. "I'm trying to help you become better. Don't you understand that?"

Her face scrunched up at his answer. How was calling her names supposed to help? All it did was make her want to give up. "Now, dry those eyes and get back to work, okay? You're going to get this right." She nodded numbly in response, wiping away the straying tears. Just as she turned to get back into position, Junhui's hand came down hard on her backside. A surprised yelp slipped past the Park twin's lips. "And don't mess up again. Or else there will be consequences." She gulped, knowing just what he meant. She gathered up the remainder of her shredded confidence and motioned for him to start the music again. After rewinding the track, he pressed play and the familiar tune played through the speakers.

Sunny let her eyes fall closed and her body move to the music, hitting all of her marks. She moved much more fluidly, fear occupying her mind and begging her not to mess up. Junhui watched with dark eyes, taking in every step she took with an arrogant smirk on his face. Her eyes remained closed for most of the dance, her chest heaving as anxiety began to build. She was going to mess us, she just knew it. She could feel his piercing and judging gaze on her, burning her. Her eyes snapped open to falter on a single move before continuing the dance almost perfectly. Though her mistake was minuscule, she knew that he had seen it. He sees everything.

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She gasped at the feeling of his rough hands roaming the span of her waist, gripping onto the skin tightly. Her back was pressed against the wall, his strong arms keeping her pinned to her spot. Her heart thumped loudly against her chest in a quick rhythm, and she knew he could feel it through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Nervous, baby?" She drew in a deep breath past her parted lips. His tongue glided over her neck before he pressed a gentle kiss to the wet skin. She couldn't find it in herself to beg him to stop, not when she knew that it would only fuel his desire. "You looked so sexy dancing," he whispered against her skin, his tone dark and alluring. She felt a warmth spread through her abdomen at the new tone, a shaky breath leaving her lips.

One of his large hands slid up toward her chest as his mouth worked red marks into her neck. She stifled her whimpers by biting her lip, her thighs clenching. Junhui could tell that, though she was nervous, she wanted him. She wanted his touch to linger and for him to take her right then and there. She gasped at his firm grip on her chest, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of her shoulder. "But you messed up... and I told you it would have consequences, right?" His other hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to connect with his. They were wet with tears. "Y–Yes," she replied, her voice wavering. He placed a soft peck to her lips, hoping it would calm her nerves. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to hurt you.. that much."

Her whole body tensed as his hands pulled her tighter into his body. He was rock hard, pressing against her stomach. Her fingertips started to tingle, the sensation climbing her arms. His hands were rough against her, holding her steady as his mouth worked on her neck. "Junhui," she whimpered, wiggling uncomfortably against him. He groaned at the friction between them, pushing her back into the wall. The contact forced the air from her lungs. He was quick to grab her leg and wrap it around him, digging his erecting into her heat. Her hands planted against his chest now as she said his name much louder. He was still unresponsive, his fingers flying out toward her chest. "Stop!" she shouted, finally shoving his body off of her own. His eyes narrowed in confusion at her action.

"I want to go home." He stared at the girl for a moment, taking in the way she held herself. She was still that small, submissive girl, yet something seemed to have broken inside of her. Maybe he had pushed her too far. "I want to go home and I don't want you to follow me. I think we need space." His eyebrows rose in surprise at her words. "Space?" he repeated. She nodded her head firmly, moving her dampened hair from her face. He sighed heavily. "Okay, then. Walk home." She watched as he stormed out of the dance studio, leaving her to wonder what she had done so wrong to deserve this.

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julia says!

okay, gross. go die in a hole.