[-his phone urges him again, and it’s when he’s tucked away in his bedroom, trying to come down from this emotional high the situation elicits. His arms are covered in reddening scratch-marks, as he’s been nervously scratching at them all day, his dull nails eventually irritating the skin enough to bring forth a colour change-] 

[ text ] You didn’t expect to receive 20,000,000 won, did you?

[ text ] I don’t know how smart you are, but that much is completely irrational. 

[-despite the front he uses to blockade his torturer’s access to how he is really feeling, he has thrown up at least twice today. He is falling apart, and he keeps forgetting to eat. It’s like a shadow of what happened when he was 16, a still and lifeless shadow, and he sinks lower in his bed. It’s then he realizes he’s trembling, enough to shake the bed-]

[ text ] why are you doing this?? 

[ text ] what have I ever done to you??