( sometimes eli gets super drunk and wanders around the city. sometimes he wanders into places like — a leather bar, some place he wouldn't be caught dead in back at home, far too self-conscious. in seoul, though ... he's a new person, even if he's still figuring out who that new person really is.
sometimes (read: now), eli receives texts messages from a name and number he doesn't exactly recognize, save from a flash of a memory of cold hands pressed against his bare torso, feeling up his chest, hand around his throat —
he's painfully sober now, which is why his ears burn red at the thought. )
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sometimes (read: now), eli receives texts messages from a name and number he doesn't exactly recognize, save from a flash of a memory of cold hands pressed against his bare torso, feeling up his chest, hand around his throat —
he's painfully sober now, which is why his ears burn red at the thought. )
nah, not too soon.
you're still thinking about me?
( it's painfully earnest. )