Ateez Stories & Imagines : A compilation

Seonghwa • School Sweetheart •

"If you don't tell him you have feelings for him then I'm going to." Jongho muttered below his breath at me as I stared after the retreating blonde haired figure that had barely spared our seated forms a glance on his way past, too immersed in the brightly lit screen clutched in his hands.

I snapped Jongho an annoyed glare and shoved my pencil threateningly towards his smooth neck, a single eyebrow raising.

"If you breathe a single word to him I will not hesitate to take you out, Jongho." His reaction was probably too relaxed for someone being threatened with an exceptionally sharp lead pencil, especially considering he was only taller than me by a solid four centimetres which gave him no specific advantage over me.

With a lazy swipe he dislodged the offending writing device, sending it clattering loudly onto the floor.

"First of all, I'm not scared of you." I scoffed, leaning to retrieve the pencil and inspecting it as carefully as if it were my first born child that had been thrown with distaste onto the ground.

"Secondly, I don't understand why you refuse to tell him."

Thankfully no marks marred the wooden exterior and I placed it down delicately, sighing out quietly at his words. Of course he didn't understand, being a fairly attractive guy himself, he wouldn't be able to see the clear differences in looks alone between Seonghwa and I, let alone the social status separation.

Once upon a time we'd been close enough to share secrets, throwing each other secret glances and smiles in classes and during lunch breaks. But that had been when the two of us were too young to know the difference between being cute and in being hot. Whilst Seonghwa had grown up to learn that by bleaching his dark crown of hair and styling it a certain way, he would go from being cute to being hot, and quickly becoming one of the more popular people in our school.
Along with his hair changes he'd changed his style completely, exchanging oversized jumpers and runners for tight fitting pants that truly accentuated his long, slender legs and fashion statement tops that either consisted of unfamiliar images adorning his torso or belts and buckles that would look stupid on normal people but instead looked edgily cool on him.

Today he'd clearly opted for a simpler look, dressed in a cream jumper that hung both loosely and well fitting on his figure and a pair of dark jeans which I was certain he never changed out of.

Whereas I had not grown out of the 'cute' stage, hair still the same old utterly straight and plain dark brown, style still marvellously simple, borderlining on making me look homeless half of the time. Generally I adopted skirts paired with an oversized top, matched with the only pair of shoes that I'd had for the last four years, a worn but sturdy pair of Doc Martins that had had the laces replaced at least three times in the past year alone.

"Hey," Jongho poked my cheek, dark eyes grabbing mine in a blend of concern and genuine curiosity. "Seriously, you do know that you're way too good for that idiot right?"

"As my best, and only, friend you're forced to say that." I returned, smiling a little back at him. He rolled his eyes and shoved his workbook in front of me, the pages already filled with his messy handwriting.

"Use my notes to finish your work. I'm going to get a coffee because your stupid is about to rub off on me." I reached for the book, muttering obscenities at his retreating backside before leaning in to decipher the almost ineligible writing across his pages.

Despite being one off the top students in the entire school he was still yet to master neat handwriting, something that I was unable to even make fun of him for because I relied so heavily on his notes to pass my own classes.

"I swear your handwriting is neater than that." A soft voice interrupted my intense staring competition with a specifically messy word and I jumped, swivelling to find a tall figure with blonde hair peering down in amusement at the page in front of me.