#yftablo

[yfxsoapbox]

heyyyy, sorry to do this to you guys, but I'll be dropping Tablo from this rp =/

I'm gonna try to bring another muse of mine in, so please lets either modify our plots to fit my new muse, or let's plot again?? :D

[gochoheexyf-blog]

BROKEN WINGS

@yftablo

  Home was suppose to be a safe place. A place one found comfort in -- but home was only an entity that sucked at Chohee’s soul. Her room was her only escape; but even there she wasn’t completely safe. Her dad wasn’t home again. Her mother was reading in the living room, alone in the house -- and then the loan-sharks came a’knocking. They were late with the payments they said -- They were tired of waiting. But Chohee knew they still had a week, and so she’d called them out on it. 

Much to their distaste, they gave her a piece of their mind. Her mother screamed, but Chohee didn’t. In her fury, she’d fought back -- but that was the wrong choice, one they’d make her regret later. Metal bats collided against her body as she wildly fought back, her hands, her nails, her only weapon. But compared to them, she lacked both physical strength and numbers. Her only satisfaction was she’d managed to knock three of them out using their own bats, had punched the leader in the face, and ruffled up the other. But for the damage she’d inflicted upon them, they quickly repaid her back in double. 

After they left, her mother, horrified, drove her to the hospital to get ‘cleaned up.’ It was a private one -- one that had relations to her grandfather. One that would ask no questions. Then she drove her back to school, silence enveloping the two, as Chohee attempted to keep up her strong facade. “I’ll catch ya later mom. Ask grandfather for maybe some security around the house for the next couple of days yeah?” She’d said, before placing a quick peck on her cheeks and leaving. 

Then she simply laid on her bed, the images playing in her head again and again, until she couldn’t take it anymore. She was suffocating -- and she needed air. It was well past curfew, and, on any other given day she would’ve abided by the rules. But today was an exception, and so she scampered towards her usual hiding spot, beneath large tree and hidden by the bushes.and then she cried, silently, letting out all the emotions she’d bottled up inside. 

[yfxmafia-blog]

map the world

@yftablo

i saw you smile, then i smiled. i was straight blown away mesmerized by your beauty, from your feet to your hands. how could one be so beautiful? i don't understand.

mafia was not gifted for the words, he had his art on colors and shaped and splashing his feelings in form of paint and brush strokes. but it got to the point where there was no other way.

no wonder they call it a crush, because it wrecks you. not in a million years he would imagine himself sitting on a bathroom stall writing those words on the walls. that bathroom was a shrine dedicated to the student life, he knew. people cried about their problems, expressed themselves on the walls, made shady deals, made out with each other, and not to mention that drawing of that dick haunting his mind every single day of his life. 

 “you are officially pathetic” he said to himself, putting his permanent marker away. too coward to say anything to anyone, too scared to act up on his feelings, too afraid to even say the words out loud. 

it was time to get out of that bathroom. 

[yfxsoapbox]

HELLO ALL NEWBIES

I'm sorry if I don't send you any welcome message, something's up with my computer/server and it's keeping me from sending any asks whatsoever, and I can only message like 6/10 of people via the tumblr IM-- idk why

but hi yes welcome and pls plot with me

[yfhyunwoo-blog]

❛ i can’t go.❜

“ why? ” the male asks, pausing in his usual routine of pack up after then end of class. “ can you just miss a practice? ” hyunwoo ponders aloud, before his eyes settle on his teacher.