“Let me help you with that.”
if mafia could change one thing it would be the size of some stuff he had to carry around on campus, like canson paper pads or sketchbooks. plus his normal backpack, plus his paint + brushes case, plus the canvas he had just bought and was supposed to store at the arts room. goddammit fucking– yes, that is the first thing that pops up in his head every time he sees jang seong. every. goddammit. single. time.
“thanks”, he was sarcasm and smiles before dumping most of his junk on seong, since he was being such a nice guy offering help. there, now he only had his backpack and case. “but if you drop those i’m gonna punch you in the throat.” - yes, that is the only way mafia knows how to behave near him. fuck, he was spending too much time with jinwoo. should he try to be more… normal? “i mean–”