#or heard about the yoon's missing son and connected the dots

[weedzkiller]

muse: yoon cheonbok. he/they/xe, queer. runaway trust fund baby, current con artist.

open to: m/x. friend, hookup, recent partner, sugar daddy, etc. pls note that cheonbok is on the aromantic spectrum and as such i cannot promise a romantic ship with them.

plot: your muse is rich and/or has a high position in a powerful company. they suspect cheonbok—who they know as sawyer kim, a pretty and harmless dancer—of stealing from them, spying on them, and/or using them to get information about the company. which he totally is.

they stare at the other with eyes wide, heart pounding, expression vaguely bewildered, when all they want to do is grab the nearest fragile object and shatter it against the wall. “…sweetheart, do you even hear yourself?” he laughs lightly, like this isn’t terrifying. like this might not be the beginning of the end of everything he’s spent the last few months working so fucking hard on. where did xe possibly slip up? what could they possibly know? “i—please slow down. i’m struggling to even understand what you’re accusing me of.”