ATEEZ one shots

(🕊️: When your teacher asks you to answer a question (cjh))

choi jongho
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"Lee y/n ?" you looked up to your teacher as you heard her calling you.
"yes miss..?" you asked shyly. you knew too well what it meant..

before the class started, you told Jongho that you didn't study for the geopolitics class since a week due to the amount of work. even though it was one of your main subject, you couldn't keep going well. you struggled to revise your lessons. plus, you lived quite far from highschool.
he smiled softly to you, rassuring you by saying he would help you if the teacher asks you anything.

and there you were, in front of the classroom. Jongho was on the first row of seats in front of you, ready to whisper the answers at anytime.

"so, y/n.. how does the rivalry between Greece and United Kingdom concerning the paternity of the Parthenon marbles raise questions about patrimonial ownership?" asked the teacher.

your eyes widened. this was THE question you didn't study at all. you tried to manage at least something to start.

"i-it all started back in the 19th century when Lord Elgin brought friezes from Athens to London. he traded them with the Ottoman Empire since Greece was owned by this Empire.." you saw the teacher nodding, mentioning you to keep going.

but it was almost all you remembered.

you played with the aim of your shirt, looking down at your feet.

and then, you heard Jongho whispering to you. "y/n, the operators." and immediately, you tried to do something with that.

"that leads us to think about the different operators. first, of course, Greece" you explained your idea, sometimes helped by Jongho.

as the teacher noticed Jongho was sometimes running through his copybook, she looked up at you.
"and so, which concern is this about?" she waited for your answer, but never looked away from you. you were trapped. you couldn't try to read on jongho's lips when he was whispering too low.

"h-hum.. patrimonial concern..?" when she nodded with eyes wide open, you smiled softly. you felt proud of yourself at this moment.

"keep going." the teacher said firmly to you, and you did so.

you also explained the British point of view, why they wanted to keep the friezes, their arguments. you linked it to the economic concern based on the tourism in the United-Kingdom. and you finished with a global point of view with UNESCO, linking it to a geopolitical concern.

no need to mention Jongho helped you a lot. he was your saviour.

you ended your presentation about 10 minutes later but you boticed your teacher seemed quite embarrassed.

"if Jongho hadn't give you the answers, i would have given you the highest mark." your face turned red, and Jongho chuckled at you.
"i guess i'll give you the same mark he's got last week"

you smiled in relief, and went back to your seat next to Jongho's.
you took notes from the lesson, as always, sometimes chatting with Jongho. it was something usual for you.

at the end of the class, you tried your best to pack your stuffs quickly. you ran behind Jongho, who always was quicker than you, and softly grabbed his wrist.

"wait, Jongho, please.. i'd like to thank you properly. how can i do..? is there something you really want ? do you need help with anything ?" you asked as you slowly let go of his wrist.

you first got no answer. when you looked up to check on him, you were greeted by his face inches apart from yours.

"meet me by 6 at this coffee you like nearby the flower garden." was all he said.

your cheeks went red. a part of you excepted this to be a kind of date, and the other part wasn't sure about what to think about this.

"y-you..?" you stuttered. you managed to swallow your saliva; the short distance between your faces was driving you crazy.

"you ? tell me, y/n" asked Jongho.
"you're asking for.. a d-date..?" as soon as you said it, you looked down to your feet. your fingers were playing with each other.

"yes, i am. don't be late, princess ~"