Ateez Stories & Imagines : A compilation

Jongho • Study Notes •

~ Hello beautifuls! This is for our little Maknae - I've done my best to keep it super soft because I don't really know where people stand with his age right now. Where I live he's considered 'legal' now but he's still basically babie so like.. ANYWAY. I hope you like it :) ~

Three knocks quickly followed one another in quick succession, followed by a short pause after which the door was sent flying open; the slam of wood against the hard plaster vibrated my desk and I looked up in surprise, leaning back in my chair to better see who was standing in the doorway.

"Jongho?" I half stood, staring wide eyed as the small figure hurtled in and slammed the door closed behind him, pressing his back flat against it with a wide grin splitting his face. His chest heaved with pants and some of his dark hair clung to his forehead in a sweaty mess.

I crossed my arms over my chest, more irritated than curious about what he was doing in here - I had a final to study for and already I could hear the sounds of the heavy footed Mingi tearing the house apart on the other side of the door, clearly in search of the youngest member who he roomed with.

The one standing against my door.

"What did you do?" I asked, earning a bigger grin from Jongho.

"He lost his phone, it's not my fault!" He insisted, eyes subtly glancing down to his pocket where a clear phone sized lump bulged from the material of his pants. I sighed, rubbing my temple.

"You do know that unlike you lot I actually have things to do right? I don't want to be in the middle of the next world war." I sat back down at my desk, reaching for the pen that I'd earlier dropped in my surprise. Jongho made an unconcerned noise in the back of his throat before plopping himself down on the edge of my bed, with no clear intentions of leaving my room.

"That just makes us want to interrupt you more." He hummed with a smile, inspecting the backs of his hands. I rolled my eyes and ignored the comment, trying to focus again on my notes.

It worked for about five minutes until Mingi figured out my room was the last place left unchecked for the maknae. The door rattled in its hinges as he banged heavily on it, calling out through the cracks.

"Y/N is Jongho in there?" I threw him a glance and stood up slowly, placing a hand on the door handle. Jongho barely seemed to notice, throwing himself back nonchalantly against the headboard, arms resting behind to cushion his neck as he fixed me with a daring look.

The overwhelming urge to choke the life out of him curled my empty hand into a tight fist and I growled in anger below my breath.
The last thing I wanted or needed right now was to play his games.

"Sorry Min, he's not." I pressed my forehead against the door, closing my eyes and willing that to be the end of it and for Mingi to just wander off in defeat. His shadow shifted below the crack of the door and the wooden floorboards creaked with the unsteady echo of his muscled weight.

"Are you sure? I've looked everywhere- Can I just come in and double check?" Jongho let out the tiniest of scoffs from the bed, looking more amused than worried about the fact his roommate was a door away from choking the life out of him.
I cast around desperately in my mind for a good enough excuse to keep Mingi away, because it would be quicker to save Jongho's ass like this than to try and study around the sound of Mingi murdering him.

Normally the rough voiced rapper was sweet and excitable, though somehow Jongho always seemed to be able to find some nerve to squeeze under and the right buttons to push to irritate the much taller boy.

"I..." Something thumped to the ground beside my foot and I peered down at it in confusion, realising with a start that it was a jumper I had discarded on my bed earlier. I looked up and found Jongho watching with a barely concealed grin, waiting for me to catch on to his plan. "I'm getting changed, trust me if he was in here I'd have killed him already by now."