ATEEZ Imagines

Yunho ✦ Valentines Matchmaking

"Why did you fill one of those out?" You hissed angrily, a little more than annoyed at your friend's rash decision.
"Because I knew you wouldn't."
"How do you even know you got the answers right?"
"Oh please, Y/n. We've been friends for five years. I know almost everything about you."
"Yeah, but there's no way you were able to answer all the questions exactly how I would."
"No, but I could get pretty close."
"I'm so mad at you right now."
"C'mon it's just a silly survey for fun." He ruffled your hair in a playful manner. "Plus, the chances of you matching with Yunho are pretty slim. There's no need to get so wound up."
"I guess so." You huffed, dragging your feet as you headed back inside the school just as the bell rang, signaling the end of break time.
Only one more class and the day would be over.

The students piling back inside the school flooded the narrow hallway, which you always thought was far too small, bumping shoulders with you and San nearly making you lose him in the crowd. Amidst the chaos, someone bumped into your backside making you stumble slightly.
"Oh! I'm sorry."
You turned to see Yunho walking out from behind you, squeezing through the small space between you and the wall.
"It's alright." You responded, trying to keep your cool and fight back the warmth making its way to your cheeks.
"These hallways are a nightmare."
"Yeah they definitely are. If they made them a foot wider it'd be much better."
"Right? I don't know what they were thinking when they built this school."
San's eyes went wide as he looked back and forth between you and Yunho, a sly, foxlike grin slowly tugging at the corners of his lips. You discreetly elbowed him in the side as you headed down the hallway, not wanting him to pull anything and embarrass you. It was bad enough he filled out one of those stupid surveys, you didn't need him meddling in your life any more.
"Which class do you have next?" Yunho asked, grabbing your attention.
The fact that he was making conversation with you had your stomach doing somersaults. It wasn't very often that you spoke to Yunho, which is why you were always so nervous around him—well, that and the fact that he was so good-looking. You wouldn't say the both of you were friends since neither of you knew too much about each other, but you were friendly with each other. Perhaps a better label for your relationship with him would be acquaintances.
San nudged you when you took too long to answer Yunho's question.
"Oh, I have literature."
"Do you like it?"
"It's so-so." You responded. "We read old books. Some are good and some are a bit boring."
The conversation between the two of you was a bit dry and almost like small talk, but at least he was conversing with you.
"Well, this is my class. I should go." You excused yourself.
"Ah, right. Have fun."
You let out a dry laugh. "I'll try."

"Have fun." San teased in a singsong voice as soon as you were both in the classroom out of earshot.
"Shut up." You hissed.
"Man, he was really trying to stretch that conversation out." He chuckled amusedly.
"What's so wrong with that?"
"Nothing, it's just super obvious he wanted to keep talking to you."
"Please." You rolled your eyes. "You're just saying that to make me think he's interested in me."
"I'm not, I swear."
"I'm already mad at you, don't make it worse."
San decided to be quiet, merely letting out a sigh as he started pulling out his book.

•

You walked into first period and moved over to your usual desk, dropping down into your seat. San followed right behind you, looking rather chipper as he did so.
"Happy Valentines Day, Y/n." San greeted you.
"I guess."
"The Valentines survey results come in today." He grinned, wiggling excitedly in his seat.
"I could honestly care less." You muttered, eyes drifting over to Yunho sitting a couple rows over.
"You don't act like it." San teased.
"Yeah, yeah." You waved him off, not really in the mood for his teasing this early in the morning.
Moments later, the classroom door opened and your teacher walked in. You were quick to notice he was carrying a stack of red and pink printed papers. Your heart thumped hard in your chest for some reason as an unknown emotion washed over you. You weren't sure wether it was dread or excitement.