[Extract] "What makes you think my life's just rainbows and cotton candy? You're not the only one who has to live a hard life," Kyuhyun said coldly, glaring at Chaeyeon.

She clenched her fists and spat, "Well, even if it is, you're not the one who was practically kidnapped and shipped to France to go to some ballet school. You're not the one who has to dance all day, every day, dance to something that you really hate. You're not the one who gets told who to love and whom not to love, so don't you dare give me that crap about having a hard life!"

Chaeyeon wouldn't have predicted what came next in her wildest dreams. Kyuhyun raised his hand high in the air.

And swung it down across Chaeyeon's cheek with a harsh 'clap'.

The shocked girl staggered back, both hands cradling her cheek, while Kyuhyun walked towards her angrily.

He kept walking, and Chaeyeon bumped into the wall. She had no choice but to stay where she was, watch Kyuhyun's face twist with rage.

"Now listen to me, you stupid little waste of space," Kyuhyun started, his voice harsher than his slap.

Chaeyeon waited for his words, fists clenched, when she suddenly felt velvet-like lips sliding onto hers.

Cho Kyuhyun, instead of beating her up, was kissing her.

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Ballet. It's never been my thing. Well, for as long as I can remember, anyway. I've always liked street dance, hip-hop, stuff like that. New York, my home, is perfect for it too.

You won't fit in if you like stuff like ballet. Unless you're posh and rich and have a huge home.

Everything that I don't have.

Hello. I'm Abbie Jung, or Jung Chaeyeon. Call me Abbie, though. 
Pleasure's mine.