Richkid!Jongho
a:/n definitely not inspired by the long expensive coats the stylists put Jongho in...
today is not your day
first, you woke up incredibly late due to your alarm failing to go off
then, there was no breakfast in your house, your parents’ note on the fridge saying that they were planning a grocery run this weekend
it’s tuesday
meaning you had to leave for school on an empty stomach
which would’ve been fine had you not skipped dinner last night for the sake of finishing your project
which, might you add, was a group project that none of your group mates participated in
fucking rich kids
long story short, you ended up arriving at school on an empty stomach, leading you to be very, very hangry
at least until your break, where you grabbed something from the vending machines
then, when it came time to present the group project, none of your group mates provided anything of substance to the presentation
they literally just stood there like morons while you presented everything
you stayed after class to talk to the teacher about possibly getting more credit for doing, you know, all the work
only for him to cut you off, saying that if you had problems, it should’ve either been brought up at the beginning of the assignment
or you could’ve talked to them yourself
but you know the only reason the teacher won’t lower the students grades is because of the hefty donation their parents make to the school every year
the perks of attending a school full of rich kids
except your family isn’t rich
they’re not poor either, your parents income settling nicely somewhere in the middle
which you should be grateful for
because it means that, for the most part, the rich students leave you alone
yeah you’re attending the school on a scholarship, but besides a few snide remarks here and there, you get left alone for the most part
but going back to your horrible day
the icing on the cake has to be right now, at this current moment
school was let out around 3, but you stayed after for a little bit to help tutor an underclassman who was struggling in a literature class you had already taken
it was pretty easy to tutor the kid, he seemed like he was really trying to do better, which always made your life much easier
but still, you can’t deny the relief you felt once the tutoring hour came to an end and you were allowed to leave
opening your car door, you haphazardly tossed your backpack into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in
you place the key in the ignition, turning it and waiting for the rumble of the engine to start up
except it never came
staring at your steering wheel, you attempt once, twice, three more times to turn the key, praying to whatever gods that were laughing at you to please just let your car start so you could get home
it seems no one answered your prayers
letting out a loud swear, you throw open your car door and step out before slamming the door behind you.
you pull out your phone to try and call your parents, but before you can even pull up your contacts, your phone’s screen turns black
it died
you think incredulously
letting out a small laugh of disbelief you toss your phone onto the hood of your car
rubbing your face over your hands, you begin to think of a plan
I think I still have some cash, I might be able to catch the bus home
I just have to ask the security guards to not tow my car, or else I’ll have to go and pay to get it back with money I certainly don’t have right now-
“Hey”
you startle, looking to your side
where a sleek, black car has now pulled up next to you
the passenger side window is rolled down, and through it, you see a familiar face
Choi Jongho
son of the people who literally own the school
You close your eyes
my day cannot get any fucking worse you think
not that you hate Jongho or anything
he’s actually quite nice
a little out of touch with reality sometimes, but pleasant enough
in the beginning of the semester, the two of you were paired up for a short project
while you initially dreaded it, as every other kid you had ever been paired up with sat back and let you do all the work
you were pleasantly surprised when Jongho insisted on splitting the work evenly with you
he even went as far dropping off assignments you missed when you had unexpectedly fallen sick
of course, once the project was finished, the two of you went your separate ways
save for the small nod of acknowledgement the two of you shared when you passed each other in the halls
you guys didn’t talk to each other
that doesn’t mean you didn’t notice how good he always looked though
with his long coats and perfectly done hair
and on occasion, the thick round glasses that nicely framed his face-
“(Y/n)?”
Blinking harshly, you’re shaken out of your thoughts when Jongho calls your name
He quirks an eyebrow
“Are you okay?”
You let out a sigh and shake your head
“My car decided today would be the best day to take a shit on me”
Jongho makes a small o shape with his mouth before reaching over to pop open the passenger door
“C’mon, I’ll take you home”
Your eyes widen and you begin shaking your head
“Nononono, it’s fine. I have money to take the bus anyways, I’ll just come back later for my car. Plus, I don’t want you to waste your gas driving me around-”
your rambling is cut short when Jongho lets out a small chuckle
“You really think I care about gas?”
You shut your mouth before shrugging
“I don’t know what you rich kids worry about in the first place,” you tease
Jongho rolls his eyes
“Just get in the car (Y/N), you shouldn’t take the bus right now anyways.”
Thinking it over for a split second, you nod your head and reach back inside your car to grab your backpack, phone and keys
quickly locking your car, you sling your backpack over your shoulder and walk over to Jongho’s car
sliding in, you can’t help but notice how nice the interior is
there’s not a speck of dust in the whole thing and it smells so good
I wonder if it’s his cologne you muse
“Same address?” Jongho asks, looking at you expectantly
god, it feels so weird to have his full gaze pinned on you
even after working with him, you don’t think you’ll ever get over the giddy feeling in your stomach you experience when Jongho rests his full attention on you
“Yup,” you swallow, nodding your head
Jongho is quick to put his car in drive and the two of you take off in a comfortable silence
“So,” Jongho starts, “what happened with your car?”
you groan, your head falling back against the headrest
“Honestly, I have no idea. It’s rarely given me any problems before this, but today, it just decided to stop turning on altogether.”
Jongho hums
“I have a close friend who’s really good with cars,” he says.
“I can ask him to take a look at yours, if you want.”
You frown slightly
If he knows Jongho then it might cost me an arm and a leg just for him to even look at my car
“It’s okay-” you start, trying to figure out how to nicely turn him down
As if reading your mind, Jongho cuts you off
“You don’t have to worry about money, if that’s what you’re thinking about,” he glances at you from the corner of his eye
“I’ll just say it’s for a friend and he won’t charge me.”
a friend?
“Plus, he owes me anyway from the last time I helped him out with his girlfriend,” Jongho rolls his eyes, but you can still hear the fondness seeping into his tone
You turn to face him
“Are you sure?” you ask hesitantly
you don’t like feeling like you owe people things
not that Jongho is one of those people
but still
his car probably costs more than your house
and you’d rather not have to experience paying him back, whatever way it may be
Jongho shrugs
“Of course. I’d rather help you with car and not worry about you getting around safely than letting you take it elsewhere.”
You feel your face warm and you have no idea what to say
meanwhile, Jongho is internally freaking the fuck out over letting his thoughts slip
yeah, okay, maybe he thinks you’re a little cute, and he really admires your work ethic, and how you treat him like a normal human being rather than just another rich kid
and maybe he thinks your nervous habit of chewing on your lip is a little bit cute and the way you confidently raise your hand to speak up in class is, like, really hot
but still
he’s supposed to be cool and collected
not whatever the fuck just happened
there’s an awkward silence while the two of you sit with those words
thankfully, Jongho turns onto your street before the silence can stretch on
“I’m surprised you still remember where I live,” you admit
Jongho tries to ignore the way his neck feels hot
“What can I say, I have a great memory”
slowly, the car pulls up to a smooth stop in front of your driveway
grabbing your backpack, you reach for the door handle
“Thank you again Jongho, I really appreciate it,”
now it’s his turn to feel flustered at your honest gaze
“anytime” is all he manages to get out
nodding slightly, you open the car door and step out, making sure to gently shut the door behind you
before you’re able to take a few steps forward, a voice stops you in your tracks
“What time should I be here tomorrow?”
You make a confused noise
“Huh?”
“Well, since you still don’t have a car and I won’t be able to have my friend look at it for another week, I’ll pick you up and drop you off.”
you shake your head
“No it’s fine! Seriously, this was more than enough, and you’re already doing so much for me-”
Jongho cuts you off again
“But I want to,” he says simply
well shit
what are you supposed to say to that?
biting your lip nervously, you eventually nod your head
“Okay fine, but I’m going to do something to return the favor,” you threaten
a beautiful gummy smile breaks out on Jongho’s face
“I can’t wait”
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
i love jongho so much