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apples - ateez jongho

[16:15]

"hey, guess what?"

his voice breaks the silence in the detention room, pulling you through from your occurring thoughts.

you've been here with him before, this time not being your first time in detention.

jongho was in detention almost every single day, but he wasn't a bad student or kid.

things just ended up that way much too often so everyone thought he was some thug who beat up people in his free time.

it wasn't his fault that he was strong though.

"what?"

you respond, finding your voice through the heated atmosphere of the room.

jongho reaches into his backpack and retrieves an apple from deep within.

perhaps he's saved it from lunchtime a few hours ago.

unless it's been there for an eternity and he's just realized its existence.

"i can break apples in half with my bare hands."

he speaks up confidently, walking from his desk to your own.

jongho throws the apple into the air and easily catches it back in the same hand.

was this his way of flexing off his skills?

because to someone like you, not an ounce of interest was set in on jongho and his apple-handling talents.

"oh.. um, that's nice, i guess."

jongho leans against the desk beside yours but you don't shift your eyes away from your drawing.

"so.. you don't want to see it?"

"see what?"

you took a bit longer to reply and jongho let out a deep huff to announce his presence still in your surroundings.

"see me break this apple."

you break your gaze and lift your eyes to the fellow classmate.

that's when you see him and really see him up close, not through pictures you see on social media or through your drawings of his broad shoulders when in detention.

his large eyes meets yours and he quirks a brow at how you're blatantly checking him out.

"are you okay? is there something on my face? why are you looking at me like that?"

he retorts and your eyes finally begin to blink again, awkwardly shifting away from his figure.

"uh, no. there's nothing."

"oh, well.. do you still want to see me break this apple?"

jongho questions once more, not seeming to dodge away from the topic of his apple.

you blankly deadpan at the boy and think about how one like him can be so bothersome.

instead of answering, you turn to your sketchbook and continue to fill in the remaining details.

"okay, i guess i'll take that answer as a 'no'."

the boy goes on to break the apple anyway, splitting the fruit in half perfectly without any restraints or hesitation.

the pain didn't linger in his hands and it wasn't difficult for him at all.

jongho was as strong as everyone in the school had made him out to be and was perhaps even stronger than they had imagined.

but it was no big deal.

it wasn't as if you cared at all or whatever.

even if it was a bit impressive, it was nothing much.

and when you showed no interest or reaction to his talent, he let out a cocky and almost arrogant scoff.

"what? was that not cool enough for you?"

he retorts again and hands the apple half to you.

"what are you doing?"

you ask, taking the apple and staring at the piece of fruit.

"it's for you to like eat or something."

you set your pencil down and took a bite out.

or something?

jongho bites into the remaining half of the apple and leans down over your sitting frame.

"what are you always drawing?"

he asks, nosy but curious, letting his eyes fall over the page of pencil scribbles and lines.

then his eyes widen with astonishment of your skills.

"y-you did that? that's really good. is that me?"

a soft but creeping blush rises to your cheeks and you keep your eyes set on the paper.

"yeah.. i get bored in detention and you're always here so i just draw you."

without thinking, you find your fingers flipping through the pages of your sketchbook, eager to show the boy the rest of your creations, not caring whether it made you some kind of stalker or not.

"that's a lot of drawings of me."

jongho exclaims and the heat in your cheeks only gets hotter within the seconds.

"but why are they all like not finished?"

"detention usually ends before i can even finish so that's—"

"okay well, finish one now. come on."

jongho takes another bite into his apple and sits up straight on top of the desk, posing with the apple half in hand.

"the apple, too?"

you raise a brow, puzzled by his sudden quirkiness.

"of course the apple, too. i broke this with my hands. if not the apple then what? your phone number?"

he chuckles and you swear you almost drop your fruit.

"by the way, can i have your phone number?"