Mingled Round 🍭 ateez slash challenge [⏯]

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bottom!San
Top!Seonghwa

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San was struggling with math problems in class.

It was a mix of all the chapters, practice for the upcoming national exam.

He squinted his already narrow eyes while scratching his head with his pencil.

He saw Seonghwa relaxing with his AirPods in, seemingly having finished his work already. What a nerd.

San smiled, thinking this was his chance to ask Seonghwa for help. He got up and walked over to Seonghwa's desk.

Just as San was about to open his mouth near Seonghwa, Soyeon suddenly barged in and bumped into him, causing San to collide with the desk beside him. San winced in pain, rubbing his hip, but Soyeon paid no attention and prioritized her own needs.

“Help me with this question, Hwa, it's so hard, I don't understand,” Soyeon complained with a frown, her hair also in a mess.

Seonghwa smiled and nodded kindly. “Sure, let me see the difficult one.” He looked at Soyeon's notebook and started explaining the problem—an integral question.

San waited patiently. He didn’t pay much attention to Seonghwa’s explanation since Soyeon's question wasn’t one he struggled with. He intended to ask about a different topic: trigonometry.

“See, like that. Got it?”

“Oh, yes, yes. Okay, what about this one?” Soyeon asked about another question. Seonghwa began explaining again, causing San to roll his eyes.

The problem was that, aside from being barged in on, waiting, and feeling pain, Soyeon kept asking about questions San had already solved easily, like matrices. Was he supposed to wait again? It wasn't fair. Did that girl think Seonghwa was her personal tutor? How presumptuous of her to exploit him alone.

San couldn’t just stay silent.

“Seonghwa—”

San's sentence was interrupted by Seonghwa raising his hand, signaling to wait until he finished explaining to Soyeon. Seonghwa didn’t even glance at San.

So frustrating.

Annoyed, San returned to his seat, throwing his notebook onto the desk, folding his arms over his chest, huffing, and pouting.

Just wait if Seonghwa later asks to talk to him—San wouldn’t respond.

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“San, where are you going after this?”

Seonghwa asked as the bell rang for dismissal.

As planned, San ignored him and turned to leave.

“Hey? San?” Seonghwa followed him.

“San, what’s wrong?”

San didn’t look back.

“San.”

No response.

“Darling, are you pouting?”

San stopped and huffed. “Figure it out yourself,” then continued walking, leaving Seonghwa scratching his head in confusion. Seonghwa didn’t pursue further because whenever San pouted like this, it was pointless. San wouldn’t talk. He had to wait for the right time to reconcile.

Seonghwa was unsure when the right time would be, so he followed San again. This time, he was holding a mint chocolate ice cream.

“San, here, it’s hot, so ice cream would be nice, right?”