Description
김병주.
KIM BYUNGJOO × NINETEEN Y/O × MALE STRIPPER / HOOKER + SECRETARY × DETAILED FIRST POV AND THIRD POV.
byungjoo grew up in a way which was very common in the scruffiest corners of seoul - his mother an alcoholic, his elder sister the breadwinner of the family with her five part-time jobs and his father a nonexistent part of his life, as he'd packed his bags and left before byungjoo could even keep a solid image of him in his head. but because this was generally how most kids in his neighbourhood grew up, he never pitied himself or used his "troubled background" as an excuse for being absolutely at school. instead, he simply got through his education with a grin on his face and made the most of his childish freedom, which he had to thank his overworking sister for.
when he turned 18, however, his sister did a runner with her boyfriend and left him, because he was now old enough to fend for himself while their mother was dying in rehab and as much as she loved him, she couldn't take this lifestyle anymore. but byungjoo wasn't ready to fend for himself, and it showed when every week the contents of the fridge got smaller and smaller and his ribs stood out more and more. so he turned to ion and stripping. it was easy enough for him to find a position as a 'hooker', since he had an avid background of dancing alongside his ty childhood and could bend and twist himself in ways that were unimaginable to most males, and this is where his main income is, the one that fuels his body and prevents it from snapping in two.
day × he counts as the 'eager intern' at his day job, which consists of being the secretary for the ceo of vogue korea. sounds like a fancy job, but he barely gets paid for it and the only reason he stays is because fashion, designing and publishing truly fascinate him and he hopes to gain enough experience to find a proper job someday - one that doesn't include spreading his legs whilst he's clinging to a pole and people are shoving bills down his shorts.
night × he works in a somewhat shady underground club after his daytime shift is over, where he strips, pole dances and generally arouses the customers into stuffing their valuable money into what little clothing he is wearing, which is the main reason he hasn't starved to death yet. the club also acts as his house reception, as the manager arranges his meetings with hungry customers and passes him around like a joint to whoever can pay, but it's not that bad because he makes sure byungjoo doesn't get any overly disrespectful, clingy or insane customers - with an emphasise on the word 'overly'. money is money, after all; who cares if the thing earning it gets beaten black and blue every now and then.
ooc : my replies are generally slow because i'm really ing lazy and i'm disgustingly busy these days, but plotting replies will be very quick, esp if i/you/we have a good idea coming on. detailed first is preferred over third, but i'll do both. plotting is a general must - i'm really at keeping up a good conversation if it's winged. timezone is gmt + 0 and i'm flattered if you've actually read all of the crap i just spewed into this profile throws sarang in your face.
byungjoo grew up in a way which was very common in the scruffiest corners of seoul - his mother an alcoholic, his elder sister the breadwinner of the family with her five part-time jobs and his father a nonexistent part of his life, as he'd packed his bags and left before byungjoo could even keep a solid image of him in his head. but because this was generally how most kids in his neighbourhood grew up, he never pitied himself or used his "troubled background" as an excuse for being absolutely at school. instead, he simply got through his education with a grin on his face and made the most of his childish freedom, which he had to thank his overworking sister for.
when he turned 18, however, his sister did a runner with her boyfriend and left him, because he was now old enough to fend for himself while their mother was dying in rehab and as much as she loved him, she couldn't take this lifestyle anymore. but byungjoo wasn't ready to fend for himself, and it showed when every week the contents of the fridge got smaller and smaller and his ribs stood out more and more. so he turned to ion and stripping. it was easy enough for him to find a position as a 'hooker', since he had an avid background of dancing alongside his ty childhood and could bend and twist himself in ways that were unimaginable to most males, and this is where his main income is, the one that fuels his body and prevents it from snapping in two.
day × he counts as the 'eager intern' at his day job, which consists of being the secretary for the ceo of vogue korea. sounds like a fancy job, but he barely gets paid for it and the only reason he stays is because fashion, designing and publishing truly fascinate him and he hopes to gain enough experience to find a proper job someday - one that doesn't include spreading his legs whilst he's clinging to a pole and people are shoving bills down his shorts.
night × he works in a somewhat shady underground club after his daytime shift is over, where he strips, pole dances and generally arouses the customers into stuffing their valuable money into what little clothing he is wearing, which is the main reason he hasn't starved to death yet. the club also acts as his house reception, as the manager arranges his meetings with hungry customers and passes him around like a joint to whoever can pay, but it's not that bad because he makes sure byungjoo doesn't get any overly disrespectful, clingy or insane customers - with an emphasise on the word 'overly'. money is money, after all; who cares if the thing earning it gets beaten black and blue every now and then.
ooc : my replies are generally slow because i'm really ing lazy and i'm disgustingly busy these days, but plotting replies will be very quick, esp if i/you/we have a good idea coming on. detailed first is preferred over third, but i'll do both. plotting is a general must - i'm really at keeping up a good conversation if it's winged. timezone is gmt + 0 and i'm flattered if you've actually read all of the crap i just spewed into this profile throws sarang in your face.
