This is going to be a collection of GD oneshots(Gay, Bisexual, and Straight) This is kinda going to be an idea section also, meaning I may use some of them in longer stories I will write later. WARNING: THIS IS ALL EROTICA so if you dont like sexual...
I had, had it up to my neck with Jiyong and his attitude problem towards me. I wondered every night when I went back to the dorms what exactly his problem with me was. Not only was he rude but he made me do things he didn't ask of the other dancers to do. Like, washing the mirrors in the dance practice room or scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees with a sponge when I was sure there was a mop somewhere in the YG building. As well as other grueling tasks. The other dancers always went home after practice, I on the other hand was lucky to get home before midnight with all the extra slave labour he seemed to put on me.
Not only cleaning but also when we were practicing, several of the other dancers fucked up way more then I did but I was always singled out and made to feel even more like shit. Several times he even broke my promise to never cry over how he treated me but I never let him see it. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I didn't help that he was undeniably gorgeous also.
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Sex on legs or not I hated Kwon Ji Yong with every fiber of my being.
One night we were practicing later then usual because his solo tour was coming up. It was raining and both Jiyong and I seemed to be in fouler moods towards each other. I tripped and fell into him sending us both to the floor in a mess of tangled limbs.
"Fuck, why are you so clumsy?" he growled at me, quickly getting up off the floor.
I don't know why that one sentence made me lose all composure and I spun on him, my fists clenched tightly at my sides and my eyes flashing in anger. My whole body shaking in rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME JIYONG? WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO YOU FOR YOU TO TREAT ME LIKE SHIT? IS IT BECAUSE I AM NOT KOREAN? OR ASIAN? IS IT BECAUSE I COME FROM A POOR FAMILY UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE HERE?" I screamed at him.
The other dancers went wide eyed as they watched a lowly dancer like me screaming at her elder.
"Mind your tounge, or do I need to go to YG," he growled not raising his voice. For some reason though that low voiced growl was a lot more frightening but I wasnt about to relent.
"PLEASE BY ALL MEANS GO AHEAD. YOU HAVE THREATENED THAT SO MANY TIMES IT IS STARTING TO LOSE ITS EFFECT. BESIDES EVEN IF YOU DO AND IM KICKED OUT TOMORROW, IT WOULD BE BETTER THEN HAVING TO BE HERE DAY AFTER DAY WITH A STUCK UP, ARROGANT, CONCEITED, EGOTISTICAL ASSHOLE LIKE YOU!" I yelled.
The other dancers let out audible gasps and murmors they looked between me and Jiyong trying to figure what was going on. Tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"We are done for the night, the rest of you can go," Jiyong said turning his back to me and dismissing the others.
I had never seen the others gather their things and leave so quickly and to be honest I knew I had crossed a line. When we were alone he slowly turned back towards me and the look in his eyes made me want to cower in fear. But I was stubborn and refused to back down.
