INFERNO ༄ PARK JISUNG

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Hot sweat trailed down Jisung's face as he panted heavily, leaning over with his hands on his knees. The material of his thin t-shirt stuck to him, drenched with exhaustion. His pitch dark hair fell over his eyes, hiding the distressed look in them as he caught his breath.

"Do it again." a deep, monotonous voice spoke out.

It was the millionth time he had heard that same phrase again, practically tortured at this point. He didn't dare speak out against him, but regained his composure quickly, bracing himself to do another round.

His feet planted in his stance, stiffening his muscles to stabilize his balance. The toning in his body was enhanced under the beaming sun, making his muscles stand out in his golden skin tone.

As his fists balled up, the ignition of a blazing fire kickstarted, creating a massive flame. It glowed red and orange, sparks flying from the tails. He aimed it directly to the target, shooting it out with all that was left of his might.

The man sat on the sidelines observing his every move, nitpicking all of the little errors he had. Heat from his emitted flame radiated towards his face as he saw it puncture the target, almost perfectly hitting the bullseye.

He clicked his tongue, standing up with his chest puffed out. "You missed." was all he said.

Jisung looked up in horror, the life practically drained out of him. "What do you mean? It clearly hit the bullseye." his toned was laced with desperation.

"You dare talk back and doubt my judgment?" he hissed, making his way closer to the exhausted figure.

"Dad, I-"

"You what? Give up? Do you know what a real master is capable of? With these pitiful strikes, I'm starting to question why anyone labels you as a prodigy." he spat, a flame roaring out of his mouth with every word he spoke.

Jisung gulped in fear, silently bowing in apology.

"So now you're scared?" his father inched closer to him, holding up his hand.

"You should've feared me more."

Jisung already knew what was coming, but all he could do was brace himself for the agonizing pain that was about to hit him. His face crinkled up in fright, anticipating his next actions.

A long whip of flames spewed out of his father's palm, directly hitting his back. The excruciating sensation traveled all throughout his body, causing him to fall forward in pain. He bit his lip harshly, attempting to hold back his urge to cry out in torment.

His father crossed his arms, looking down at Jisung in pure disgust. He was practically trembling on the ground, holding himself in discomfort.

"I have errands to run. Man up you pathetic excuse of a son." he hissed, turning on his heel to exit through the gates.