#yfxseong

[immafia-blog]

mafia x seong 

i miss you but i haven’t met you yet. so special but it hasn’t happened yet. you are gorgeous but i haven’t met you yet. i remember but it hasn’t happened yet.

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“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–”  

[yfxmafia-blog]

1. the act of falling hard for someone even though it isn’t love yet 2. a precursor to love 3. an amazing thing that gives you feelings of nerves and excitement whenever you see them

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pass it like herpes

@yfxseong - classroom, second period

his phone was on his backpack, so mafia checked the time on his watch. it was a half past boring ass class. he couldn't even keep his eyes open yet, thanks to no coffee in the mornings because the line at was inhumanly long. it wasn’t math class but he could add some things up:

no coffee plus teacher speaking as slow as death equals brain malfunction. 

someone sitting close to him was wearing (way too much)² perfume. 

he felt a finger poke his shoulder for the third time so, in the end of the day, how many apples did john eat?

what? his brain had had not coffee to power coherent thoughts. 

mafia didn’t say anything, he just looked when the student sitting behind him passed the note after another shoulder poke. it was a small piece of paper, neatly folded. 

quick reading and after he had your ass is grass and i’m gonna mow it permanently tattooed to his brain and the inside of his eyelids, mafia could only focus on the signature.

a penis. 

he knew that penis, he knew who wrote the note. fucking jang seong. his literal worst nightmare - in the sense that thinking about seong ruined all his nights. so mafia looks at seong’s smug face across the classroom giving him the what the fuck stare.