Ateez Stories & Imagines : A compilation

Yeosang • Drone •

Endless.
That's what the sky was, endless, and filled with fluffy white clouds that decorated the soft blue like a child had spilt a paint can across it's infinite surface.
Somewhere, either behind or in front of me, beyond my view, a young man's delighted laughter rang out in rich tones.
The sound was neither as distracting as it should be nor as soft and gentle as the wind whispering in the leaves of the trees nearby. But it was soothing and I closed my eyes, sinking into the sound as it continued.
On a normal day, I might not have found someone laughing relaxing. In fact, I most definitely would not.
But today was not normal, today I didn't know what was up and what was down, thanks to the drowning thoughts and stresses that this entire week had dumped on me in the space of the last hour I'd laid down in the freshly mowed grass below me.
Every possible thing that I could have thought would go wrong with this week had happened, including the failure of my college entrance exam.
"Hey, are you okay?" Though I'd never once heard the voice before, certainly not speaking to me anyway, there was something instantly familiar about the quiet and resonant voice that came from somewhere above my closed eyes.
Slowly I slit one eye open peering past the dazzling rays of sun shining above and peered up at the boy standing over me, one hand wrapped behind his neck sheepishly.
If I thought the sun was dazzling, the cautious smile gracing his handsome, fairy like, face was radiant.
I gaped in silence up at him, his question completely leaving my mind as I struggled up into a sitting position, barely noticing that he clutched a now lifeless drone in his free hand.
Despite the heat of the sun above and the lack of anything more than a gentle breeze he was dressed in a plain white shirt, tucked carefully into dark jeans and accessorised with a dark denim jacket and soft pink beanie that exposed his forehead.
Dark threads of hair framed either side of his face, longer than most boys preferred to let theirs grow, accentuating the small pixie like shape of his face and handsome features. The stark contrast of colours between his clothes and the beanie were the only possible imperfect thing about the being staring down at me shyly.
He knelt suddenly, slender legs tucking below his figure. He tilted his head back, dark eyes peering up into the sky curiously.
"What were you looking at earlier?" The words left his lips in a disarmingly interested question and I cast around for an answer that didn't sound as stupid as the reality.
"I like the shape of the clouds." Of course, the only thing I could think of to say to the incredibly handsome boy engaging in sudden conversation with was that I liked the shape of the clouds. Telling him that I was suffering a mid life crisis before I even reached 19 years of age and that I was resorting to staring up at clouds to vent my stress, was still a better option than what had just left my lips.
He let out a soft chuckle, glancing over at me through thick eyelashes, amusement glittering like starlight in his angular eyes.
It was enough to knock me breathless and quickly I averted both my eyes and attention, focusing on the first thing they met with fervour.
"You have a drone." At this point, I might as well have painted 'big idiot' on my forehead with red marker. I inwardly sighed and faced the inevitable fact that I would grow up and die alone at this rate.
"Mm." He hummed softly, eyes also swivelling to the device clutched in his hands. With care alike to a father handling his first born, he placed it on the grass beside him and stared proudly at it. There was something so completely naive and innocent about that look curving his beautiful features that had my heart thumping out the rhythm to every song I'd ever heard 100x faster than it should be.
"Do you like it?" He asked suddenly, eyes still on the device. I smiled, allowing myself to relax and my breathing to return to normal. It was a simple question to answer, one that I could only mess up by answering with a lie.
"I do. My dad used to have one, he was obsessed with it. But the day he showed me how to fly it is still one of the best memories I have." I murmured, closing my eyes to relive the last day I'd spent with my father. Sad story cut short, he had passed away the following week after I'd left for a holiday. And holidaying was where I'd been when his car had been crushed by a truck, the driver either too drunk or too tired to even notice the small car parked peacefully in an empty parking lot.
The pain of finding out the best man in my life had passed away was still as fresh as it had been then and as they usually did when I thought about him, my tears began to swim below my closed lids with tears.
'Now is literally not the time to start crying.' I reprimanded myself harshly, too late to stop a hot tear sliding down my cheek.
"I'm sorry." The boy whispered, glancing at the tear sliding down my face with an indecipherable look in his eyes. I shook my head, forcing a smile.
"Don't be." There was only silence after that, as I sat staring unseeingly back up into the endless sky and he sat with his knees pulled against his chest, looking straight ahead.
Despite the fact he was a complete stranger to me, the silence was a comfortable one that I found myself hoping to last as long as possible. Because when it did come to an end, it would more than likely be to say goodbyes and part ways, to become strangers again.
But by now, the sun was beginning to disappear and as much as he might be dressed for the approaching cold breeze that the lack of sun brought, I wasn't.
"I should go." Reluctantly the words dragged from my throat, spluttering out of me like an explosive gunshot in the peaceful air that we'd maintained for however long now. The boy looked up in surprise, eyes finding my form, his mouth open in an understanding 'o' when he realised my situation.
Dressed in nothing more than a pair of shorts and a tank top, staying out here much longer was not exactly an option. And despite the fact he'd been nothing but sweet and nice to me since appearing suddenly, I had no desire to sit in the dark all night with a complete stranger; no matter how handsome he was.
"Thankyou for... whatever this was." I smiled at him sheepishly, gesturing between our bodies with one hand while the other twisted the bottom of my shorts anxiously. He shook his head once, sending his hair scattering briefly across his forehead in a silky sway, offering up another of his radiant smiles to me.
"You looked like you needed the company. I hope I helped, at least a little." He said, standing up and reaching down a slender fingered hand down to me. I stared at the smooth skin in awe for a moment before carefully grabbing it and allowing him to pull me onto my feet. His skin felt warm below mine, his palm almost completely encompassing mine.
"You did help." I responded warmly, smiling yet again despite myself. He simply smiled again, cheeks tinging slightly pink in the quickly fading light. "Thankyou-"
I froze, realising too late that in the whole time we'd been sitting together I hadn't learnt his name. It was too late to backtrack now and instead I stared awkwardly at him, trying to ignore the amusement in the depths of his eyes as he watched me struggle.
"Yeosang." He finally supplied with a grin, shaking his head to himself as if I were an old friend who he'd come to expect silly behaviour from. The action eased my embarrassment and I let a small smile slide back onto my face, lucky it was an easy name to remember.
"Well, Yeosang, thankyou again." My hand was still in his and gently, reluctantly, I pulled it from his grasp and leant to scoop up my bag. That really should have been the end to our interaction as I turned to leave, mind already wandering to the best way to walk home.
"Wait!" Warmth enveloped my wrist and I paused, looking over my shoulder to see Yeosang blinking stupidly down at his own hand, looking as surprised as I felt. "Ah." He let go quickly, cheeks flushing again and, as it had when he'd first approached me, his hand wrapping around the back of his neck abashedly.
"Honestly, I didn't just sit here because you looked lonely," He began, eyes widening at the words he was speaking. He rushed on, stepping closer, panic growing in his eyes as I struggled to focus on what he was saying. "Well I mean I did, but I also wanted to ask you to have coffee with me someday!"
The words came out so fast that I was sure I'd misheard until the silence that met his confession crumpled his face into a crestfallen rejection. Panic spurred a response out of my lips before I could even think.
"Yeosang, if you're asking me on a date then my answer is yes."