#ok i've only written him briefly once so bls ;;

[orbitcd]

open starter !! muse: daewon, a pole dancer at a gay bar. anxious mans, really just tryna survive out there. relationships: strangers / acquaintances / co-workers / friends. synopsis: daewon’s getting done for the night, but some of the other dancers get jealous occasionally towards the favoritism towards him. some of his tips are missing. TRIGGER WARNING: petty theft, representation of a mild panic attack. NOTE: all my muses have animated and real life fcs, regardless of the thread’s starting fc, i am willing to change for comfort - i am even willing to rp without icons !!

                 ‘ shit . . . shit - ’ he swore under his breath. he counted, recounted and counted yet again. his tips were short. shakily pocketing the money he had left, daewon tucked a hand under his arm while his other was up at his mouth. teeth were grinding into his nails absently, though he knew better than to do so. he couldn’t focus with the humming in his ears, nor the way the floor seemed to stretch further and further away from him. they didn’t understand how rough his living was, and it wasn’t like he talked about it . . . still, that was food and even rent he owed. 

                 ‘ damn it -- ’ he hissed as he was picking up his cap and mask. he’d gone without eating before, but he couldn’t go without a roof - not again at least. he couldn’t cause a stir either, he really didn’t need a bigger target on his back. slamming through the back door, daewon hastily walked to the streets. he just needed to get home for now, he’d figure it out in the morning. ‘ why do you have to mess with my money tonight? ’ he muttered to himself. ‘ why the hell tonight of all nights? ’