——— 「 ϟ 」 midnight drapes over seoul with occasional flashes of white illuminating the darkness; it’s a phenomenon he treasures most. with a drink in hand, a bottle beside him, kitae has situated himself outside on the roof his place of residence adorns. an arm is stretched behind him, acting as a pillow for his head against the, not so comfortable, lawn chair keeping him from the ground. there’s a sigh ghosting over wet lips when he polishes off what’s in his glass, reaching down to arm himself with the bottle instead --- it’s easier this way and it prevents him from pouring his own drink ( he doesn’t need any more reminders because he knows he’s alone ). the toxin flows through his bloodstream, finally beginning to release him of the ache and fatigue lining his thin frame and he’s relaxed; his mind beginning to wander to places, a person, he didn’t intend: @beckettno. lids flutter closed for a moment as he reconsiders, but the name floating around his head space cause a familiar feeling in his lower stomach, one he’s never been able to ignore. starlit hues are revealed, a cheshire grin s l o w l y pulling at his features. what’s the worst that can happen ? kitae retrieves the mobile from his lap, the pads of his thumb preforming their usual ritual of late night booty calls.
( 💬 msg ➤ cutest boy. ) : hey !! ( 💬 msg ➤ cutest boy. ) : i was just thinkin’ about how much i missed you ... ( 💬 msg ➤ cutest boy. ) : come see me ? pretty please; with me on top ? 😉