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swimming fool —- k.mg

☀︎ pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader ☀︎theme: summer 2000 au, coworkers to lovers, lifeguard!reader, swim teacher!mingyu ☀︎ w/c: 10k ☀︎ warnings: 18+ MDNI, jealousy, switch!mingyu, switch!reader, semi public make outs, protected sex (that's a yes yes), marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral [f. receiving], mentions of drinking/getting drunk, set in ohio (yes that's a warning), meddling joshua, thirsty for milfs hoshi, dk is really bad at cornhole, seungkwan is competitive, wonwoo is somehow a lifeguard with glasses, and chan needs to up his security ☀︎ a/n: written as part of the Carat Bay collab put on by @camandemstudios - make sure to check out the full collab masterlist here go have some fun in the park! thanks a million to my lovely beta readers: @gyuswhore, @haologram, and @seungkw1 special thanks to @highvern for enabling my crazy ideas and @lovetaroandtaemin for having to hear me crash out about this every 2-3 business days. love you all so dearly.

“Have a great summer, Mr. Kim!” Small arms wrapped around the teacher’s waist as he was waving outside his classroom to all of the students heading out to the freedom of summer break.

“You too, Lindsay!” He smiled down at her. “Will I see you at swimming lessons this summer?”

“No,” the girl deflated. “My mom signed me up for horse camp this year.”

“Lindsay! That’s awesome! You love horses, you'll have a great summer!”

“I hope so!” She smiled at him remembering her favorite animal. “See you next year!” She waved at him and skipped down the hallway. When the throng of elementary students began to thin out he ducked back into his classroom to finish up cleaning before he too left for the summer.

He was erasing the chalkboard when he heard another person enter.

“Mingyu Kim!”

“Hi Josh.” Mingyu continued erasing the board as Joshua crossed his classroom and took a seat at Mingyu’s desk, kicking his feet up on top of it.

“We made it! Two months of freedom!” Joshua watched his friend erase various art works on the board from his students.

“Maybe for you, I start swim lessons next week.” Mingyu laughed.

“You can never leave that girl alone can you?”

“What?” Mingyu turned to look at the other man, “it’s not about Y/N, it’s about having money over the summer, asshole.”

“Mhmm, and how long have you wanted her?”

“Joshua, drop it.” Mingyu rolled his eyes and returned to his task.

“Dude you gotta get laid this summer.” Joshua stretched out his arms.

“I don’t wanna ruin the friendship, it’s a no go.” Mingyu put the eraser on the chalk tray, turned toward Joshua, and crossed his arms.

“See!” Joshua pointed at Mingyu. “That’s what I’m saying! I didn’t even say by Y/N! You’re too hung up on her, man.” Mingyu sighed.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I am,” Joshua stood up and started to head toward the door. “Seokmin says you’ll have a girlfriend by July, I say no way.”

“I wish you would stop talking about my dating life with people who aren’t me.” Mingyu frowned.

“I will not, anyway, get laid, have some fun, bring somebody to teacher dinner in July.” Joshua smirked, “Make a fool out of me, I’ll owe Seokmin 50 bucks.”

“I’m so happy you’re back!” Your mom exclaimed as soon as you crossed the threshold of the house.

“Me too, Mom.” You smiled as you wrapped her in a hug. “Where’s dad?”

“He had to work late tonight,” she frowned, “I’m sorry sweetie, but we can make the most of it! We can watch a movie and order in if you want!” Your mom always had a habit of trying to make everything the most fun thing you’ve ever done. Usually it’s more involved than dinner and ordering take out so this was good.

“I’d like that.” You smile.

Over dinner she asked you all about your year away at school. She was so proud of you when you got into graduate school directly from college. She missed you a lot of course, but she was thrilled you were following your dreams.

“And you’ll be back at the pool for the summer?” She asked.

“Yeah, just like every summer.” You laughed at your summer job that you had gotten attached to. You weren’t sure what you would do after you got a real job and couldn’t be out at the pool with your friends every summer.

“Well that’s good, you’ll get to see everyone again!” She grinned, “Mingyu is still there right, he was always so nice to you.”

“He quit a couple summers ago, but last year he had some swim lesson slots, so maybe he’ll be doing that again this year, I’m not sure.” You admitted, hoping that it was true.

The afternoon sun beat down on you as you waited for the shift change. You watched a teenager belly flop into the pool with a painful sounding smack as he made contact with the water. His friends all laughed from the line behind the diving board and heckled him for the red tinge to his chest and stomach as he climbed up the ladder.

“Y/N!” You heard a soft voice call up to you. “Shift change!” You looked down to see another lifeguard, Nako, smiling up at you. As you jumped down the last few rungs of the ladder of the chair she added, “Enjoy your lunch!” You smiled at her in appreciation.

The lifeguards and attendants that shared your lunch slot were already taking up a long table near the snack bar when you approached with your lunch box. Whistles and fanny packs were strewn about the table, mixing with sandwich bags and water bottles. You smiled at the familiarity of it all before stealing a seat between Hitomi and Soonyoung.

You could have technically called any of the staff at the park your friend but you took Nako and Hitomi under your wing when they started here a few summers ago. They have been glued to your side ever since.

“Hey Y/N!” Soonyoung slung his arm around your shoulder, his half eaten sandwich in his other hand. Soonyoung was the employee tasked with showing you the ropes when you started, he was 17 and thought he was hot shit.

“Hi Soonyoung,” you carefully removed his arm. “How have you been?”

“Been great.” He beamed. “Still at the dance studio teaching every night!”

“Cool beans,” you offer. “I’m finishing graduate school this year.” You began to unpack your lunch. The lifeguards only get 30 minutes for lunch and you didn’t feel like wasting them most days. The conversation buzzed around your head while you scarfed down your own sandwich.

“Yo! Wonwoo!” Soonyoung threw a grape at the other lifeguard’s head.

“What the hell dude?” Wonwoo grumbled from the other end of the table.

“You talk to Mingyu Kim outside of here don’t you?” Soonyoung stood up to get a better look at Wonwoo over everyone’s heads. You looked up at him, trying to figure out his angle.

“He’s literally my roommate.” Wonwoo deadpanned.

“Oh nice!” Soonyoung exclaimed. “Is he coming back this summer or is he a real traitor?” He narrowed his eyes at Wonwoo. Mingyu quit the water park two years ago in favor of teaching swimming lessons. He typically has one or two days a week every summer that he teaches lessons at his old stomping grounds, so Soonyoung was making sure he wasn’t leaving for good. You perked up slightly at the question, wanting to be sure you would be seeing him this year too.

“Thursdays.” Wonwoo replied simply.

“Sick.” Soonyoung pumped his sandwich above his head. “I think this is the year people! Mingyu Kim will help me bag an older woman this year, I feel it!” He plopped back down in his seat with a satisfied smile.

“You are disgusting.” You muttered.

“Oh!” Soonyoung turned to you. “Speaking of Mingyu, are you finally gonna let the poor guy smash this year?” You heard Hitomi cough behind you.

“What?” You dropped your Capri-sun onto the table.

“Oh don’t be dumb,” Soonyoung rolled his eyes. “The entire state of Ohio knows at this point.” “Knows what?”

“That Mingyu’s had a fat crush on you since 1993.”

“Cherry! When is your break?” You heard a familiar voice call up to you in the lifeguard chair at promptly 9:55 am on Thursday.

“10:45, sharp!” You called back. The kiddie section of the pool was calm enough for you to steal a glance in his direction. He was smiling up at you and using his hand to block the sun. You had to force your eyeballs to not pop out of your skull at the sight of him.

You’ve known Mingyu since the first summer you bagged a job here, when you both were 16, that was eight years ago now. So to say that you watched each other grow up would be somewhat accurate, and how he continued to come back each summer bigger than the last is a mystery to you. His tan skin contrasted against the white t-shirt he cut and tore the sleeves off of last summer.

Before Mingyu had the chance to respond there was a shrill squeal of Mr. Kim and he turned to face the child speeding toward him. He glanced over his shoulder to see you put your whistle between your teeth and quickly motioned for the girl to slow down.

“Oh my God, Samantha!” The girl’s mom breathed, catching up to her. “You can’t just run off like that!” She shifted her focus to Mingyu, “Hey Mr. Kim, sorry about that.” She smiled in the way all the single moms smile at Mingyu. You rolled your eyes, luckily they couldn’t see from the ground.

“No worries, Ms. Owens!” Mingyu smiled back at her. They chatted idly until the rest of Mingyu’s class trickled in, some moms glaring at Ms. Owens as they realized she got here early to chat up the teacher. Eventually, she and the rest of the parents took seats at the deck chairs behind your chair.

Mingyu was great with kids, which made sense considering he was a teacher year round. You watched as he assisted each student in a lap around the small shallow area for lessons.

Eventually Mingyu led his class out of a pool and walked them around toward the area of the park with slides. He always left ten minutes at the end of lessons so that each student could go down the kiddie slide twice each. As his class approached Soonyoung popped out from behind the small slide and pretended to be a tiger. The shrill screams and laughs of the class filled the air.

At 10:45 you climbed down from the lifeguard chair, Mingyu was waiting with a few students whose parents dropped them off for lessons instead of staying. He signaled for you to wait a second for him. You meandered toward the front of the park towards him, taking your time. A few minutes later Mingyu was sending the kids off with their parents.

“The usual?” He grinned down at you once he was free.

“Obviously, I’ve been waiting all year for this, Kim.” You smirked, “You have 10 minutes.” Mingyu nodded at you once and turned on his heel and was off. You followed him in toe and stopped in front of the window of the snack bar while he snuck around the side.

“Hi Y/N!” Chan, the snack bar attendant, sent you a toothy grin.

“Good morning Chan!” You placed your hands on the counter and straightened out your arms so your feet left the ground and you could see over the counter.

“Uh, how was your school year?” Chan sputtered at you crowding his space, the counter between you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the side door of the snack bar crack open.

“It was great!” You tried to not watch as Mingyu slipped his hand into the freezer near the door. “I got to take a brain and behavior course this year.” You smiled at the blush creeping up his neck. The freezer door slammed on Mingyu’s hand.

“Shit!” He hissed. Chan whipped around toward Mingyu.

“C’mon you guys!” He looked between you and your accomplice. “You can’t keep doing this!”

“Chan chillax,” you hopped down from the counter and ruffled his hair. “They’re a dollar, you can take them out of my pay if it makes you feel better.”

“You know, I used to run this place.” Mingyu announced digging through the freezer. “No one would have dared to steal from me!”

“Yeah. I’ve heard.” Chan deadpanned, “No one stole from you because you worked here! You can’t steal from yourself.”

“Well, still,” Mingyu plucked two popsicles from the back, “Up your security, little man.”

“Up your security little man.” Chan mocked as Mingyu walked out of the snack bar and toward a table.

“Thanks Chan!” You called over your shoulder, following Mingyu to the outdoor tables. He hands you a popsicle as you sit down across from him.

“Cherry.” He looked at you as you unwrapped it. This is where he got your nickname, you’ve been demanding the cherry popsicles since the first summer, back when he ran the snack bar. “Grape.” He unwrapped his, “just like always, he tried to hide our flavors at the back.” “Of course he did.” You laughed. The summer heat was starting to rise as the day hurtled toward afternoon, the two of you would need to make quick work of the treats if you didn’t want to be a sticky mess.

Evidently Mingyu didn’t get the memo because he quickly had grape popsicle running down his hand. You watched as he slowly licked it up. Your summer work friend licking his own hand probably shouldn’t have made your stomach swirl like that.

“Mingyu Kim! Just the guy I wanted to see!” Soonyoung leans against the lifeguard chair you were occupying. “How is the summer treating you?” “Uh,” Mingyu chuckled. “Well, it’s week two of swim lessons now, so fine I guess.” He continued to sort through the kickboards he was planning to use for his lesson today.

“Right, right.” Soonyoung flipped down his sunglasses. “Those rugrats really love you, huh?”

“Yeah, I teach at the school most of them go to, so they see me a lot.” Mingyu moved the kickboards from the supplies box to the edge of the pool.

“And their moms do too.” Soonyoung added.

“Is that why you’re talking to me right now, Soonyoung?” Mingyu looked up at Soonyoung from his squatting position, shading his eyes with his hand.

“Noooo, c’mon Mingyu, don’t be like that! We’re friends!”

“So you don’t want to talk about the single moms that stay to watch my class?” “Well,” Soonyoung sputtered. “I mean if you want to talk about them, who am I to stop you?” Mingyu stood up to his full height and moved closer to Soonyoung.

“Tell you what,” Mingyu lowered his voice. “I’ll introduce you to Ms. Owens, just between you and me, I think she’s kind of desperate.”

“Noted.” Soonyoung waggled his eyebrows and reached behind his ears to press the stems of his sunglasses so they moved up and down on his face.

“Just uh, don’t do that shit when she gets here.” Mingyu told him, glancing up at you trying not to laugh. Soonyoung dropped his arms to his sides in defeat.

“Noted.” He said somberly. Soon after Ms. Owens and Samantha approached the two of them, Ms. Owens was always early.

“Good morning Mr. Kim and tiger guy!” Samantha chirped.

“Good morning Samantha,” Mingyu laughed ruffling the girl’s hair, “Ms. Owens.”

“Good morning, Mr. Kim!” Ms. Owens made a show out of checking Mingyu out.

“Hey, Ms. Owens,” Mingyu grabbed Soonyoung by the arm and pushed him forward. “Have you met Soonyoung? He’s one of the head lifeguards here!”

“Oh..hi.” She lowered her sunglasses to get a better look at him.

“Samantha, do you want to help set out the kickboards?” Mingyu asked the girl who agreed easily and they left Soonyoung and her mom alone. You took a mental note to grab Soonyoung and get all the information later when Mingyu inevitably steals popsicles from Chan.

You watched the rain pound against the window from the safety of one of few tables inside the small shelter at the pool. The room was small and packed with employees and a few patrons that came to the pool before the sky opened up and forced everyone inside. Days like this were always weird, there was nothing to do besides wait for the rain to stop, or at least lighten up enough to let people back outside.

Between the heavy rain and the sounds of Soonyoung and Chan attempting to commandeer a table to turn it into a makeshift ping pong table, it was hard to focus on any one thing. You watched Hitomi through the reflection in the window as she gave up her table to the boys and walked over to the other side where a bulk of the other lifeguards were sitting and squeezed in next to Nako.

You felt his presence before he even had to speak. Even so, you continued to watch the rain until he decided to make conversation. He bumped your knee under the table as the chair creaked slightly under him.

“Hey,” Mingyu said softly.

“Hey,” you returned and faced him. His hair was slightly damp from the rain and his loose t-shirt was sticking to his skin in some places. You forced yourself to look at his face. “I figured you wouldn’t be here today, lessons are cancelled.”

“Yeah, but what else do I have to do on Thursdays?” He smiled lazily and then opened his mouth like he had something else to add but thought better of it.

“Anything else,” you laughed. “What I wouldn’t give to not be stuck here with these idiots all day.” You gestured to Soonyoung and Chan who have made a net out of napkins and are using Soonyoung’s flip flops as paddles. Mingyu followed your gaze and choked back a laugh at the sight of Soonyoung’s bare feet on the floor.

“Nasty.” He states simply turning back to you. “But entertaining, you have to give them that.”

“I won’t,” you deadpan. “That would give them big heads.” He held his hands up in surrender and let a comfortable silence fall between you. The sound of the rain continued to beat on the window behind your head and you turned to face it. You could feel Mingyu’s eyes on your back but you tried to ignore him. Ever since you were young you thought the bubbles that form from rain falling into water were cool, you wished you could go see them up close.

“Are you on weekend rotation this week?” Mingyu broke the silence from behind you. You turned back around and shook your head, you had the weekend off. “Cool…” He nodded.

“What?” You pushed and leaned on your hand.

“So like what are you doing on Saturday?” He looked around the room.

“Uh, nothing?” You couldn’t figure out his angle. “I live with my parents.”

“Okay, cool,” he flustered, “well not cool that you live with your parents, but like, cool that you’re free!” His leg started to bounce. “So, some of the teachers and I are getting together at Sailor’s on Saturday.”

“Okay? And?”

“Do you want to come?” He finally looked back at you.

“I mean, I don’t work with you, I’m not even a teacher.” You reminded him.

“Oh,” he smiled sheepishly. “I meant, like, as my date?”

“What?” You nearly shrieked.

“Listen,” he sighed. “The other teachers were taking bets on the last day, about whether or not I get laid this summer, I just need you to pretend, for a night! That’s all I swear!” You stared at him, this was not where you expected this conversation to go. “Please Cherry, help me out.”

“What’s in it for me?” “You’ll do it?” He perked up.

“I didn’t say that,” you pointed out, “I asked what’s in it for me.”

“I’ll buy you dinner?” He said it like a question. You gestured for him to keep going. “And three beers.” “Four beers.” You wagered.

“Three beers and we can split one.” He countered. You considered this for a moment. It could be fun to actually go out and actually see Mingyu, and people your age, outside of work.

“Fine,” you watched Mingyu light up, “but you can’t touch me.”

“Deal!” He said too enthusiastically. “I’ll pick you up on Saturday at 5!” He sprung up from his seat and jogged to the entrance before you had the chance to change your mind.

Mingyu had barely made it out the door before Hitomi was sitting across from you. She smiled at you widely.

“Hi!” She said brightly.

“Hi Tomi.” You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

“What are you doing Saturday morning?”

“Y/NNNNIEEE” You heard Hitomi squeal across the mall food court bright and early on Saturday. You looked up to see her and Nako linked arm and arm, headed in your direction. You raised a hand to wave at them.

“Good morning!” Nako laughed as they slid into the seats across the table from you.

“Where does she get the energy?” You asked Nako, teasing Hitomi.

“Good question.” Nako joked, bumping the other girl with her elbow.

“I’m just excited!” Hitomi crossed her arms over her chest, “the three of us never get the weekend off together!”

“You’re so cute, we’re just teasing.” Nako poked Hitomi’s cheek. “Have you been waiting for us long, Y/N?” She asked.

“Oh,” you looked between them, “No I just got here like a few minutes ago.”

“Oh good!” Hitomi smiled, “so. Tell us everything.”

“What?” You blinked at her.

“Your date with Mingyu?” Hitomi said as if she was appalled that you could have forgotten.

“What?” You snorted. “How do you even know about that?”

“Nako is a really good listener.” Hitomi said dreamily. Nako nodded.

“I heard you two talking all hush hush yesterday.” “It’s not a date.” You corrected them. Hitomi huffed. “He needs a favor and he agreed to buy me dinner if I help him out with his work buddies.”

“It’s not even real?” Hitomi whined dramatically. “When will he grow up?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Everybody, and I mean everybody, knows that he’s had a crush on you for like ever.” Nako noted.

“Everybody keeps saying that!” You slump in your chair.

“Because it’s true?” Hitomi leaned forward. “You should get a new outfit, show him he should make it real!” She grinned.

“Is that why you guys invited me here?” You peaked at Hitomi.

“No!” Hitomi squeaked.

“Yes.” Nako laughed at the same time.

Not even fifteen minutes later they were walking you through one of the clothing stores in the mall. You had your arms full with shirts, jeans, skirts, everything. You stopped in front of a rack and picked up a top that was your style.

“No red.” Hitomi swooped in. “You’re a lifeguard, he’s only seen you in red!”

“You ready?” Mingyu asked, putting his car into park in front of the bar. He spent the short drive across town filling you in on whatever he thought a girlfriend should know about him. What grade he teaches, what school, who would be there.

“Sure thing!” You scoffed. “As if this is not the weirdest thing you’ve roped me into.” You glanced at him.

“That can’t be true.” He smiled at you.

The two of you approached the entrance and Mingyu jogged ahead to hold the door for you. As you crossed the threshold you felt the ghost of his hand floating just behind the small of your back. You chose not to mention it.

“Mingyu!” You heard someone shout from across the room. You looked toward the source of the voice to see a man smiling brightly and waving enthusiastically above his head.

“Cherry, that’s us…” Mingyu muttered close to your ear, making you jump. You know he was just trying to speak to you above the noise but that didn’t stop you from flushing at the proximity and the use of your nickname, like the moment was just for the two of you. He led you through the other groups of people cluttering the room until you were in front of the table filled with Mingyu’s coworkers and their partners.

He introduced everyone one by one, the guy waving was Seokmin. You already knew Joshua’s name from the car ride over, remembering him as the ringleader of the bet that got you here in the first place.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Joshua smiled at you, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Have you?” You steal a glance at Mingyu, who looked like he could kill his friend.

“Hey if the waiter comes by, will you grab me?” Seokmin interrupted. “Seungkwan and I are going to play Jenga!” Before anyone had the chance to respond he was running toward the patio where there were several games set up for patrons.

“And we won’t see them for another hour.” Joshua laughed. “So, how has the pool been?”

“It’s a water park.” You corrected before you realized what you were doing. Joshua looked at you amused.

“Very serious about it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh my God, no!” You covered your mouth with your hand.

“Our first boss at the park was extremely serious about insisting it was a water park,” Mingyu reached for the bowl of pretzels on the table. “We used to get in trouble for calling it a pool.”

“Oh God, really?” Joshua pushed the bowl toward Mingyu. “Like how our school colors aren’t yellow and blue?”

“They are gold and royal!” Mingyu held up his hand in a salute motion, sending Joshua into laughter.

“Oh hang on,” Joshua pointed toward the waiter making his rounds and jogged out toward the patio as well. Mingyu ordered for the two of you, looking at you for guidance on what beer you wanted. You told the waiter what you wanted and added a basket of fries to the order. Joshua returned with Seungkwan and Seokmin, the three of them putting in orders as well. The rest of the table ordered and the low buzz of conversation returned around you.

You watched Mingyu interact with people he sees every day. He was close with everyone, knew things about them all. It was simultaneously familiar and foreign to you. Joshua and Mingyu continued complaining about the principal with Seokmin and Seungkwan chiming in every now and then.

“What about you, Y/N?” Seokmin piped up when you were about halfway through beer two. “I know you work at that water park in the summer, but what do you do the rest of the year?” “Oh, I’m finishing up grad school this year.” You steal a french fry from Mingyu’s plate. He gave you a look, clearly confused why you took one from him when you had your own. You gestured toward your empty basket. He smiled fondly and rolled his eyes. Something akin to butterflies exploded in your stomach.

“Oh yeah?” Joshua sipped his drink, “What are you studying?”

“Anesthesiology” You down a good fraction of your beer. “Like drugs for surgeries and stuff.”

“Dude, you better keep her.” Joshua turned to Mingyu. “She’s smart and can put down a beer, she’s like your dream.” Mingyu coughed on his own beer and sputtered. You laughed at the tinge of pink on his cheeks and the thumbs up he gave Joshua.

The conversation flowed easily for the entire night, you could honestly say you liked Mingyu’s friends at this point. That could be because you were three beers deep and out on the patio facing Seungkwan and Seokmin in cornhole, but you were having a good time.

“Min, you have to at least get the bag on the board!” Seungkwan yelled across the patio at the other man.

“Kwan, I’m trying but it’s tough when there’s like three boards.” He launched another bag into the ground. While he took his turn you crossed the court and tugged on Mingyu’s arm.

“What’s up?” He looked down at you.

“Beer, Kim.” You snatched the bottle from his hand. The beer you promised to share was never poured into glasses to give you both half. That was out of the question at the end of beer two. You took a swig from the mouth of the bottle. The entire night Mingyu kept his end of the deal, not touching you. He even sat on his hands to stop himself before the boys challenged the two of you to a game.

You did not make that promise easy on him as soon as you were on to beer three. Your head felt heavy and it was easier to lean onto Mingyu, considering how solid he was. Several times earlier at the table he itched to wrap his arm around you and have this feel even more real than it already did to his swimming head.

Now, outside on the deck you returned the beer to his hand, your fingers swiping his on the way. He smiled like an idiot as he watched you return to your spot on the opposite board. Mingyu and yourself faired about as well as Seokmin and Seungkwan, considering all of you had been drinking all night. Mingyu tossed a bean bag with his free hand, it hit the ground and rolled onto the board.

“That’s a point!” Mingyu cheered.

“No it isn’t!” Seungkwan piped up from beside you, “if it hits the ground it doesn’t count!” “Says who?” Mingyu yelled back.

“Says the rules of cornhole!” The two of them bickered about the scoring for several minutes. Mingyu began shouting and walking toward Seungkwan who was standing in the middle of the court at this point. Seokmin looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. You walked toward Mingyu and tried to get the beer from his hand. He kept talking with his hands so you couldn’t get it from him.

“Kim.” You grab his face and turn it toward you. “If you don’t stop arguing about a point that you know isn’t valid and give me that beer I swear to God.” He stared at you in stunned silence and you plucked the bottle from his hand. You downed the rest of the beer.

“I knew I liked her!” Seungkwan said to no one in particular.

Your team did manage to squeak out a win before Joshua came to collect everyone to close their tabs. Mingyu followed him inside while you helped the others clean up the game supplies you had used.

Mingyu leaned on the bar while the bartender calculated his total. Joshua studied Mingyu’s slightly tipsy demeanor.

“There’s just no way you bagged her.” He said skeptically.

“Why?” Mingyu smirked.

“Because you’ve been blabbering everyone’s ears off about her for years.” Joshua pointed out.

“Ready?” You snaked your arms around Mingyu’s waist, cutting off the conversation as you returned from outside. You looked up at him and he looked like he could short circuit, you shot him a warning look and he twisted his face into a smile.

“Yup!” He finally wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get outta here, thanks Josh, see you in August!”

Mingyu gripped and let go of the steering wheel about three times before he turned to you, “I don’t know if I can drive.”

“What? You didn’t drink that much.” You mumbled against the passenger’s seat.

“Yeah but I still drank.” He studied your face. “And maybe I just don’t want to go home yet…”

“Me either.” You admitted.

“Let’s go on a walk.”

The alcohol in your system warmed your skin the entire evening, but once you were away from all the people and the warm atmosphere it did little to keep you from shivering. Wordlessly, Mingyu pulled you into his side, his warmth radiating off of him. You told him about all the times you rode your bike down this path when you were a kid. It was your first taste of freedom, your parents let you meet up with your friends at the pool almost every day after you turned 12.

That pool would eventually expand into a small water park where you would meet Mingyu several years later. The two of you stop walking right in front of the entrance to the park.

“We should break in.” You look up at Mingyu.

“What are you talking about?” He looked down at you, bewildered.

“Come on!” You grabbed his hand and he let you pull him toward the entrance. You fished your keys out of your pocket and stepped toward the front office.

“You know it’s not breaking in when you have keys, right?” He chuckled.

“Would you want Mr. Lloyd knowing you came in here after hours?” You cocked an eyebrow at him as the door creaked open.

“Great point!” He followed you into the dark office and shut the door behind him. The two of you fumbled through the small room. You could feel Mingyu following close behind you, his chest almost flush against your back. The cold doorknob was heavy in your hand as you opened the back door.

The water in the pools was still, you don’t remember a time where there weren’t patrons splashing around. You stood in the doorway and watched the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water. Mingyu’s breathing was the only sound you could hear for miles. A serene moment that you wanted to hold on to. Your eyes scanned the park, remembering all the summers you’ve spent here.

“You okay?” Mingyu whispered, seemingly not wanting to break the moment either. You turn to him, surprised by his proximity, and nod. The lifeguard chair near the kiddie pools stood tall, contrasting against the inky sky.

“Remember when they got the slides?” You asked, walking toward the row of water slides. Mingyu jogged to catch up with you.

“Yeah it was like, the year before we started here right?” He glanced from the slides to you.

“Yup!” You popped the P, “Mr. Stewart got mad that King’s Island got a water park.” You laughed.

“Oh yeah!” The two of you arrived at the base of the biggest slide, “Weird thing to be mad about considering this was a neighborhood pool and that is a theme park.” “A theme park that’s three hours away!” You laughed.

“He really thought a few slides would get us on that level.” Mingyu shook his head. “Have you ever tried any of them?” “The summer we got them, yeah.” You walked behind the slides.

“I never did,” He admitted sheepishly and followed closely behind you. “Do it now.” You challenged, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him. He took a step back from you.

“What? Are you crazy?” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Unless you’re too chicken.” You shrugged.

“I’ll do the kiddie slide.” He ran toward the smaller slide. “My students love it, it can’t be that bad.” He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks.

“You’re such a child!” You shouted. “Too easy!” Mingyu climbed to the top of the slide. He peeked over the side at you.

“You won’t let me drown, right?”

“You’re literally taller than the slide, Kim.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay but what if I fall?” Mingyu wrung his hands together, he had never looked smaller.

“Again, taller than the slide.” You reminded him. With that Mingyu took a deep breath and sat down onto the stream of water trickling down the slide.

“Here I go…” He mumbled. He pushed off from the top and was in the water in less than ten seconds. Mingyu was almost tall enough to stand straight up in the shallow water where the slide deposited him. His head popped up above the surface, “I don’t get why they love that so much, it’s kind of lame.”

“For a third time, you’re taller than the slide.” You moved toward where he was in the water. “Much more exciting for someone who isn’t six foot something.” He pulled himself out of the water and grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. You didn’t even have time to think about what was happening before the water seeped into your clothes. “Mingyu Kim!” You squealed.

“What?” He squeezed you tighter. “I’m just so happy you’re here!” You attempted to escape him but he held you tight. He wiped his arms onto the back of your shirt for good measure before he let you go.

“You’re the worst.” You informed him as he shook out his hair, looking like a puppy as he continued to splatter you with water.

“I could have pulled you in, you should really be thanking me.” He pushed his hair back away from his forehead.

“Whatever.” You plop down on a deck chair. You watched Mingyu as he walked over to take the chair next to yours. His shirt stuck to his chest and his jeans looked like they weighed a ton. There was a stretch of comfortable silence, you watched the sky and thought about what to say next.

“This might be my last summer here.” “I almost got stuck on the slide.” The two of you spoke at the same time. You looked at each other and he sat up quickly. “What did you say?” He sounded almost panicked.

“I might not be here next summer…” You sat up, your knee brushed against his. He didn’t move. “I’m graduating and I’ll be interviewing for real jobs.”

“God,” he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “As soon as I’m maybe not super terrified to tell you how I feel, you’re leaving.”

“What?” You sputtered.

“What?” He looked at you with wide eyes.

“How you feel about what, Kim?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Would you hit me if I said you?” He attempted to joke, but he was clearly so nervous it didn’t land.

“No I don’t think so…” You dropped your voice to a whisper as if you two were about to share the biggest secret. But his confession never came. He leaned forward with a rush of confidence and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was swift, but first kisses didn’t happen every day, so you wouldn’t forget it quickly.

“He pisses me off.” You muttered to yourself while you folded towels.

“Who?” Hitomi piped up from behind the dryer in the employee laundry room. She followed your line of sight, leading directly to Mingyu. Mingyu who was laughing with Ms. Owens, her hand on his muscular arm. “Oh.”

“She’s so sleazy, who tries to fuck her kid’s teacher?” You slammed the towel down on the pile.

“Wait, I thought we were mad at Mingyu?” Hitomi looked at you. “Why are we mad at Mingyu again?”

“You remember a few weeks ago?” You looked over to her. “When I was his fake date for that teacher thing?” Hitomi nodded. “He kissed me.” “What?” She covered her mouth with her hands. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Well it clearly never meant anything to him.” You sighed. “So what’s the point in making a big deal out of it?” You didn’t give her a chance to respond before you were pushing out the door towards the lifeguard chair.

“Mr. Kim, you’re just so good with Samantha and her friends!” Ms. Owens gushed.

“Lesson slot starts in two minutes, Mr. Kim.” You interrupted as you passed by them and informed Wonwoo of the shift change. You could feel Mingyu’s eyes on you as you climbed up the chair.

You clenched your jaw through Mingyu’s lesson. If looks could kill Mingyu would have been dead 44 minutes ago. You jump down from the lifeguard chair and begin storming toward the employees only area again. A large hand wraps around your wrist before you get too far and he pulls you until you turn toward him.

“Are you mad at me, Cherry?” Mingyu looks down at you with large eyes.

“No.” You spat.

“Well that was a lie…” He muttered. “Were you about to ditch popsicles?”

“I don’t have time for that, Kim.” You rolled your eyes.

“You always have time for popsicles.” He blinked at you. He was still holding your wrist and suddenly it was all too much.

“Mingyu, this needs to stop.” You whisper. “We can’t keep pretending, you’re not mine. It shouldn’t matter that you’re flirting with Ms. Owens. But it hurts.” His gaze grew confused as he listened to you talk.

“What?” He blurted.

“This has to stop, I can’t take it, not when kissed me and then acted like it never happened.”

“Acted like it never happened…” He repeated quietly. “Y/N I thought you were my girlfriend.” You blinked at him, wondering where he could have possibly gotten that. Twisting the wrist Mingyu had in his grasp you grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the employees area, you moved through the laundry room and pushed open the door to the lifeguard office. You know the shift schedule at this point in the summer so you knew no one would be in there at that moment.

“Talk.” You let go of his wrist.

“You’re gonna burn my skin off if you keep gripping it like that, shit.” He rubbed his reddening skin with his hand. “I don’t have much to say, I dunno,” he shrugged. “We both pretty much told each other we like each other.”

“Mingyu no we didn’t.”

“Didn’t we?” He stepped closer to you. “I said I wanted to tell you how I feel and then you kissed me.” “What?” You laughed at the absurdity of it all. “You kissed me!”

“Same difference,” he smiled, “I wasn’t flirting with Mrs. Owens. I was telling her that Samantha is doing well in class, and she was trying to flirt with me.”

“Trying?” You put your hands on his hips and pulled him closer to you.

“Yeah, I was too preoccupied with looking at you.” He leans in closer to you.

“Mingyu, are you hard already?”

“Yeah kinda,” he blushed, “You were either gonna yell at me or kiss me, and honestly, both pretty exciting.”

“You have 10 minutes, Kim.” He smashes his lips to yours. He lifted you up and plopped you on the desk. You pull him to you, spreading your legs for him to stand between. His hands itched to touch you more, but he settled for resting them on your hips. You tangled your hands in his shaggy hair and pulled lightly on the strands at the nape of his neck.

He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly. A whine escaped your lips and Mingyu ate it out of your mouth as he dove back into the kiss. Your lips were sure to be kiss bruised and you knew Chan would notice your absence at the snack bar.

“Mingyu,” you breathed, pushing back on his chest. He chased you as you attempted to speak to him. “Mingyu.” “What baby?” Your head swam at the pet name.

“I need to relieve Nako.”

“Fuck,” he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Ten minutes isn’t very long.” You hopped off the desk and shamelessly raked your eyes over his body.

“Take care of that before you let anyone see you.” You eyed his dick and laughed, leaving him alone in the office. ��

“Are you sure you can’t come with us, Honey?” Your mom leaned on the doorway of your bedroom.

“Nah,” you folded your shirt and put it into one of your suitcases. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Okay, well we should be back pretty late so don’t wait up, get some rest.” She and your dad left the house soon after and you were alone, just to pack and go to bed. You placed a CD into your stereo in your room and got to work.

A few hours later most of your laundry was done and packed, just stuff you absolutely need for the next few days. You stop the music and bound downstairs to get a snack. While you were rifling around the drawers in the kitchen there was a knock at the door.

You put your eye to the peep hole and suddenly it was as if you were 17 again. Mingyu was standing on your porch shifting his weight from foot to foot. The scene was almost identical to when he was the only person you knew (besides Soonyoung) with a car and he offered to drive you to the park staff get together at the mini golf course in the next town over.

He straightened up as you opened the door. He smiled widely and visibly relaxed when he saw it was you.

“I had a whole thing prepared for your mom.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Go on then.” You crossed your arms over your chest. He took a deep breath.

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N. Is Y/N home? I’d really like to talk to her. See? The whole thing.”

“Oh yes, very well prepared.” You teased, stepping aside to give him room to step into the house.

“I really do think we should talk.” Mingyu told you over his shoulder as he moved past you.

“Well, yeah,” you closed the door. “You can’t lie to my mom like that.” You led him upstairs to your bedroom, which only struck you as slightly embarrassing as you entered the room and saw your Backstreet Boys posters from high school.

“Nice decor” Mingyu chuckled.

“Listen–” “I knew you when these guys came on the scene, no use denying your obsession.” He pointed out taking a seat on your bed like the two of you had done this a million times.

“Okay, don’t mention this and I won’t tell Soonyoung about the Clueless poster you had in your employee locker in ‘96.” You sat next to him, close enough for your knee to brush his. He looked at you with wide eyes and a blush creeping up on his neck. “What? I notice things.” You shrugged.

“Not everything.” He mumbled, not looking at you.

“What?” You blinked at him.

“I’ve liked you since the second summer.” He blurted. “I want you to be my girlfriend, I’ve wanted that for seven years, maybe even the full eight if I think hard enough about how you made me feel the first time we talked and I know I need to ask you properly but I get scared and dumb and–”

“I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I thought I made it pretty clear that I like you in the office the other day.” You shrugged.

“God, I am so stupid.” He scrubbed his face with his hand.

“A little bit.” You pulled his hand away from his face and his body toward you. You pressed your lips to his for the third time in the last month. Mingyu didn’t waste time deepening the kiss and began greedily licking into your mouth. He held you as if he was afraid you might turn to dust at any moment. Carefully he pulled you into his lap.

“Are your parents home?” He breathed between kisses.

“No, no. Not for a while.” You chased his lips. He crashed his mouth back to yours at your answer and confirmation that the two of you were alone in the house. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands began to roam your body. You couldn’t help but whine at the feeling of his strong hands on your waist, your thighs, your breasts.

Mingyu felt all encompassing, everything else melted away. You felt him grow hard under you, the feeling going straight to your core. Experimentally you rolled your hips against his length. This earned you a whine from the man under you.

“God, baby,” he was breathless and his hands were firmly on your hips guiding you to continue the roll of your hips. Pleasure mounted in your stomach as you weakly stimulated your clit with his clothed cock. He whined at the friction, it wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel you with no barriers. He carefully laid down against your pillows, pulling you on top of him. He nipped at your lips and let his hands wander down to the swell of your ass. For a moment he just rested his large hands there, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to have you like this. Soon he was fiddling with the hem of your tiny Soffe shorts.

“Take them off.” You mumbled into his mouth. He ran his thumbs under the elastic band and swiftly shucked them off of your body. HIs hands returned to your ass as you slowly continued to drag your clothed cunt over the hard bulge in his basketball shorts. You felt like a teenager again, dry humping in your childhood bedroom.

Mingyu’s hand drifted down, padding the wet patch of arousal on your underwear from behind. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt at the feeling of you being wet for him. His fingers stroked your heat through your panties, making you whine.

“Baby, Cherry,” He panted, “take these off, please.”

“You’re fully clothed, that’s not fair.” You didn’t stop the movement of your hips.

“Y/N,” his voice became gravely, “you can have me any way you want me soon, but I need to taste you.” His pupils were blown. “Sit on my face, baby, please I need it.”

“Beg for me.”

“Y/N” Mingyu moaned your name in the most delicious way you had ever heard. He bucked his hips to meet the roll of yours and it almost sent your eyes to the back of your head. You could feel how big he was through layers of clothing. “Please baby, I want to make you feel good, I want to taste you,” He groaned.

You sat up, still grinding on his length. Mingyu began trying to help you out of your underwear, it took some maneuvering and you ultimately had to stop moving so you could get them off. He helped you up to his face and positioned you right above his mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” He marveled quietly into your glistening cunt.

He pulled your hips toward him until you felt him lick the first fat stripe up your cunt. You whined at the contact, he was warm. He ran his tongue through your folds, mixing your arousal with his spit, making a mess but he didn’t care. Experimentally, he dipped into your entrance shallowly. You gasped as his tongue pumped slowly in and out and his nose bumped your clit. The stimulation had you reaching out to steady yourself on your headboard.

Sensing your reaction Mingyu continued to pump his tongue into your entrance, now attempting to get deeper and draw more sounds out of you. You felt the heat licking your insides and tightening the knot in your stomach. Mingyu pulled away from you just slightly, you whined at the loss of warmth. “Ride my face.” He grunted below you and dove back in. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. The sounds filling the room were nothing short of obscene. You felt your high rapidly approaching and then he pulled back again. “I need you to cum on my tongue.”

He began to tongue fuck you again, his nose bumping your clit. You began to buck your hips, increasing the stimulation. Mingyu was moaning shamelessly into your cunt which only spurred you on. Your body felt like it was on fire in the most delicious way. Suddenly the thread snapped and you cried out in pleasure. Mingyu lapped up everything you gave him as you rode out your high.

Mingyu took you in his arms and rolled you onto your back. You looked up at him, his mouth and chin were slick with you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the visual. He smoothed your hair with his hand, “you did so well for me.”

“Want you, Gyu.” You cradled his face in your hands.

“About that,” a scarlet blush decorated his tan skin, “I didn’t think this is how this would go, I didn’t bring a condom or anything…”

“Oh, no worries.” You wiggled out of his grasp and crossed the room. You dug through some boxes from your apartment. You pulled out a small box and spilled the contents into your hand. You turn to him and shake the packet. “I gotcha covered.”

“Why do you have condoms?” He sat up in your bed.

“I’m a college girl.” You shrugged. “You wanna fuck me or not?” You pulled your shirt over your head, now completely bare for him.

“Oh my God” He groaned, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” He hopped out of bed and ripped off his shirt. You always assumed you knew what he looked like under the tank tops he wore in the pool for lessons, and you were pretty much right. But it was one thing to imagine Mingyu, it was another thing to actually see his body.

You moved past him, raking your nails across his toned stomach on your way, and sat on the bed. He fumbled with his shorts, getting his foot stuck in the process and almost fell flat on his face. Steadying himself he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing free. He’s big, you felt that earlier, but it still surprised you.

He crawled over you and kissed you again. His lips moved slowly, savoring you. He tasted like you, but you didn’t care. The feeling of desire quickly returned in your stomach and between your legs. You felt the pads of his fingers swipe through your folds as he kissed you, you felt a bit sensitive but you didn’t care. Slowly, he sunk a finger into you and you arched your back at the feeling. He began to work you open for him. Soon a second finger was inserted and he quickly found the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

“Mingyu, please.” You whined. “Fuck me.” He looked at your fucked out face and removed his fingers from you. He didn’t break eye contact as he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.

“If you insist, baby.” He bit his lip. He busied himself with opening the condom and rolling it down his length. You opened your legs wider for him and he felt like he could cum untouched. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. The stretch was obvious even from the first push. “I got you,” Mingyu encouraged.

He bottomed out and stayed still, giving you time to adjust. The stretch was delicious, you thought you could feel him in your stomach.

“Gyu,” you mumbled.

“Yes, pretty?”

“Move for me.” He didn’t need to be told twice, he carefully began to thrust into you. You felt every drag against your walls, “Mmm, Gyu you fill me so well, I feel so full.” You breathed. His cock jumped inside of you at the praise and a moan escaped him.

“I won’t last long if you keep talking like that.” He grunted between thrusts.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” you felt yourself tumbling all too quickly to a second orgasm. He picked up his pace, pounding into you. He buried his face in your neck and desperately chased his high. He began sucking hickies into your soft skin, a desperate mix of lips, tongue, and teeth. You tangled your fingers through his hair in an attempt to anchor yourself.

Mingyu’s hips sputtered and his thrusts became erratic. He snaked a hand between your bodies and began rubbing tight circles around your clit. Your pleasure mounted and you knew you would snap soon too. Mingyu thrusted into you and whined at the pleasure of release. He rode it out as he continued to stimulate the bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He breathed into your ear. You screwed your eyes shut and felt yourself tumble over the edge of your second orgasm. “That’s my girl, there you go.” Mingyu cooed. He let you ride his cock and he made a few more passes at your clit before pulling away from your neck and looking at you.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back with a smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You nodded and directed him where your towels are. He grabbed a small one and disappeared down the hall for a moment before returning with the towel wet with warm water. He carefully cleaned the mess between your legs and leaned over to place a kiss on your cunt.

You watched as he moved through your room, depositing the towel in your laundry basket and carefully removing the condom, tying it up and placing it in your trashcan under some other trash. He came back and joined you in the bed. His strong hands massaged out your things and you could feel your eyes getting heavy. Mingyu hummed to himself as he watched your tired form melt into the warm bed.

“Oh my God!” Your eyes snapped open.

“What?” Mingyu panicked. “What’s wrong?”

“You need to leave! My parents will be home soon!” “Shit!” Mingyu jumped up and gathered the clothes he discarded earlier. He was dressed in seconds flat. “Bye! I love you!” He realized what he said but didn’t correct himself as he was flying out the door.

“He’s gonna freak out.” “When does he not? He's Soonyoung.”

“He’s gonna do that thing where he screams at me and like vibrates.” You run a hand through Mingyu’s hair, trying to soothe him. He leaned into your touch and hummed contentedly.

“He’s gonna find out eventually, might as well rip off the bandaid.” You suggested. Mingyu nodded and took your hand. The two of you approached the door to Soonyoung’s apartment where he was hosting the yearly end of summer employee party. Music was already spilling out the door and Soonyoung was probably already drunk.

You pushed through the front door, he always kept it open for parties in case he didn’t hear someone knock. The lights inside the apartment were low and the music pretty much smacked you in the face upon entry. There was a makeshift bar on the kitchen table, lines of bottles and red solo cups strewn about.

Hitomi smiled at you from her seat, a pleasant buzz and Nako in her lap prevented her from getting up to greet you. You watched as her eyes traveled from you to the person who entered the apartment behind you. Her eyes went wide and flashed back to you.

“Are you with him?” She mouthed to you from across the room. You nodded at her with a smirk. She leaned forward to whisper in Nako’s ear who immediately looked at you as well. The two girls jumped from their seat and hurried over to you. “We’re borrowing her!” Hitomi squealed at Mingyu before dragging you to a quieter corner in the kitchen.

“What the hell?” Nako exclaimed, alcohol making her a bit bolder. “When did that happen?”

“Uh, like two nights ago.” You told them as you began to pour yourself a drink.

“Um, hello?” Hitomi demanded, “tell us everything! I can’t believe you didn’t call me!” You picked up your cup and turned to her.

“When you were gonna tell me you were dating Nako?” You cocked an eyebrow. A blush creeped over Hitomi’s round cheeks.

“I-” she hesitated.

“We’ve been together for a year.” Nako chimed in. “I thought everyone just knew.” You coughed into your drink.

“A year!” You sputtered.

“Now you tell us your thing!” Hitomi deflected.

“Mingyu came over and fucked me two nights ago.” You said matter of factly. Hitomi and Nako barely had time to react before Soonyoung entered the kitchen and dragged you all back to the party. Hitomi reclaimed their seat together and you found Mingyu talking to Wonwoo. You offered him a sip of your drink. Mingyu took it and took a hearty swig.

“This is strong, what happened in there, Cherry?” His cheeks heated as the alcohol settled in his stomach. You rolled up to your tiptoes to lean into Mingyu’s ear.

“Nako and Hitomi have been dating for a year.” You whispered.

“No shit! Really?” Mingyu glanced at them and put his arm around your waist to steady you. He barely had his hands on you before Soonyoung was yelling and pointing from across the room.

“Did Mingyu Kim finally do it?” He shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to the two of you. “We’ve only been waiting since 1992!”

Mingyu looked down at you and shrugged. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips which was met with the sounds of cheers from around the room.

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miniseokminnies · 15 days ago

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los angeles, ca 2025

#fuck ice

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miniseokminnies · 15 days ago

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This post is a bit different from what I usually share here, but I can’t stay silent in the face of the crisis unfolding within my Latino community and among other immigrant communities. The Trump administration’s surge in ICE raids demands our attention and action.

The recent ICE raids taking place across the country are deeply disturbing, unethical, unlawful, and inhumane. These actions include the use of violence, the disruption of legal proceedings, and the detainment of immigrants who are lawfully seeking asylum and going through proper legal channels to secure citizenship in this country. Denying individuals their right to due process goes against the very principles this country claims to uphold.

I urge you to contact your local representatives and demand they take a stand against the Trump administration’s immigration policies and the violent, unconstitutional actions of ICE. What’s happening is not only morally wrong, it’s a fucking betrayal of the values and legal protections that should be guaranteed to everyone in this country, and it is a dangerous precedent to set that people who are not citizens of this country but are in this country have no rights at all.

If you see an ICE raid or see your neighbors or members of your community being questioned or attempted to be taken to be detained, stand as a witness. Record. Serve as an observer. Take down names and license plates, badge numbers, anything. Offer to serve as a legal observer for your community members - literally anything to give them a chance.

HELPFUL LINKS: FIND YOUR STATE/LOCAL OFFICIALS | KNOW YOUR RIGHTS (ENG) | KNOW YOUR RIGHTS (ESP) | WRITE TO CONGRESS TO DEMAND THE RETURN OF DETAINED IMMIGRANTS

DONATIONS: COALITION FOR HUMAN IMMIGRANT RIGHTS | CENTER FOR IMMIGRATION JUSTICE | AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION

SCRIPT FOR WRITING YOUR OFFICIALS UNDER THE CUT

Dear [official name],

I am writing to urge you to reject the proposed budget moving through the reconciliation process that would prioritize mass deportations and jailing of immigrants over critical investments in families and communities. The $350 billion proposed budget for militarized enforcement and mass deportations would tear families apart while slashing essential programs like SNAP, Medicaid, and student aid that millions of people rely on.

Instead of investing in education, healthcare, and infrastructure, this budget would fund immigration raids in schools, churches, and hospitals — creating fear and instability in our communities. It would also fund the deportation of DACA recipients, farmworkers, and childcare providers, which would devastate local economies and harm businesses.

As your constituent, I urge you to reject this proposal and instead pass a budget that invests in strengthening our communities — one that provides stable support and childcare for working families, expands early childhood education, creates affording housing, and increases access to health care. Our tax dollars should build opportunity, not fund family separation.

Please stand against this harmful budget and instead fight for policies that support families, strengthen local economies, and ensure everyone has the resources to thrive.

Your Constituent,

[Your Name]

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miniseokminnies · 18 days ago

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you're so good at being bad for @cosmicdreamgrl

#i NEED him #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #jesus fucking christ

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miniseokminnies · 19 days ago

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DO NOT VOTE IF YOURE NOT GOING TO REBLOG

This is an update from Tareq El-Bawab’s gofundme page

“Hello, this is Danielle with an update. I am beside myself with worry and heartbreak for Tareq and his family and trying to make sense of a world where we are collectively allowing this to happen. I am not even sure what to do other than to share this with this community of people who also cares about this family. These are Tareq’s words from today:

‘swear to you, my dear friend, I truly wish for death rather than continuing to live in this world and in this kind of life. I swear, my children and I have been going to sleep hungry for days. I can barely provide them with anything that eases their hunger or gives them the slightest sense of comfort.

Even the most basic items, like flour, cost no less than $500 per sack—and we barely have any food to eat. I feel completely helpless. I truly don’t know what more I can possibly do.

Even za’atar, dukkah, and olive oil—the simplest things to put in a piece of bread—I can’t afford to buy. And if I do manage to get them, we need at least 1 kilo per week because that’s literally the only thing we have to eat with bread. But a kilo of za’atar or dukkah now costs more than $100… and a liter of olive oil, if we find it, is over $50!

I can barely keep up with my daughter Tala’s needs. A single pack of diapers costs $100, and she needs at least three packs every month. She also needs a can of baby formula every week, and now even that costs $50 or more.

No matter how much we spend, it’s never enough. And in the end… we still go to sleep hungry, unable to buy anything that truly fills our stomachs.

Even bread—when we bake it, it dries up after just a few hours. We’re forced to eat it hard and stale because we can’t reheat it. We have no gas, and not even a refrigerator to store food. The most basic parts of life have become impossible dreams.

To make things worse, everything in the market is sold for cash only. And to even get cash in hand, we have to lose 30% of any money sent to us just to convert it.

What have we become? What are we worth anymore? I swear to you, I have nothing left inside me. My strength is gone. I cannot endure a life like this any longer. I would rather die than continue to live this way—under this suffering, in a life that has become unbearable.’

Please do whatever you can to donate, share their story, pray, pressure your elected officials, protest, or whatever you can do.”

(tagging ppl so that the post gets more attention. If you don't want to be included in the post let me know in the comments)

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miniseokminnies · 19 days ago

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no yeah i totally get you don’t worry

gose 2024 rewatch – mupama or neoguri? 🥺

#loml lee seokmin

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miniseokminnies · 20 days ago

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#bennie’s friends

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miniseokminnies · 21 days ago

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the gambit —- y.jh

♙ pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader ♙ genre: enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, 1960s au, university au, chess club president!jeonghan, club member!yn ♙ wc: ~12.5k ♙ warnings: 18+ MDNI, sexism (it's the 1960s), heavily implied reader is a virgin, unprotected sex (that's a no no), oral sex [f. receiving], fingering, pet names, praise kink, marking, drinking and getting drunk, a lot of rude men ♙ a/n: this is obviously VERY LOOSELY inspired by The Queen's Gambit lol. give jeonghan a chance he's learning okay?? thank you to my army of beta readers: @haologram, @lovetaroandtaemin, @highvern, and @tomodachiii i genuienly would not have this posted without them. ♙tags: @seungkw1, @cherry-zip, @crab-ranjun, @myhimbomingi oh and happy holidays i guess (i wanted to have this out way sooner) enjoy! and as always comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated

Three succinct knocks rang out as you rapped your knuckles against the door frame. The man alone inside the room looked in your direction. Looking him over you noticed his striking features that were delicately framed by his black hair that was only a bit shorter than your own.

“Are you lost, miss?” He straightened up, “Sorority recruitment is across the hall.” He turned back to setting up the chess set on the table in front of him.

“What?” you asked, confused, “No, this is the chess club, is it not?”

“It is,” he didn’t bother looking in your direction this time.

“Then I am in the right place,” you took a few steps into the room as he looked up at you again.

“Girls don’t play chess.” he stifled a laugh.

“There’s nothing in the university rules against gir-women joining recreational clubs.” You watched him sigh and snatch a notebook off the table.

“Look,” he walked closer to you and held out the notebook, “you may watch”

“I have my own notebook, thank you.” You turned on your heel and huffed into a chair near a chess set across the room. The man watched you for a moment before turning back to his task of setting up the chess boards. You could only assume that he was the president of the club, but could not wrap your head around why he was voted in.

After waiting for a few moments several more boys began trickling into the room, all of them giving you a once over. Have these people never seen a girl before?

“Excuse me miss,” one of the boys approached you and sat at the board nearest to you, “I’m Minghao”

“Y/N,” you nodded and scribbled his name down in your book. You could feel Minghao’s eyes on you, but you didn’t feel as though you owed him any explanation. After a few minutes another boy who introduced himself as Wonwoo joined Minghao at the table.

The president announced that the meeting today would function “tournament style” and everyone should get the chance to have a match with each other. Perfect.

Wonwoo and Minghao played well, but Wonwoo had a bad habit of leaving his queen unprotected and Minghao always overutilized his rook. In the end, even with a queen out in the open, Wonwoo found a checkmate.

Minghao was unhappy with this result and challenged him to a rematch outside of club time which Wonwoo eagerly agreed to. You were finishing up your notes on their match when two new men appeared at your table introducing themselves as Mark and Yunho.

The remaining matches went by quickly, you felt the president’s eyes on you every so often, he wondered what you could possibly be taking such detailed notes about when you weren’t even playing. Men came and went, all politely introducing themselves to you, clearly they don’t take after their fearless leader in any capacity.

The “tournament” went on for a few hours, your ass was starting to go numb from the chair by the time it was called in favor of the president, who peculiarly you never had the opportunity to observe. He dismissed the club and they all filtered out as you finished up your notes. You heard his footsteps approaching as you dotted the last punctuation on the page.

“So?” he started smugly, “Enjoy your observations?” he watched as you ripped out several pages of your own notebook. You rose out of your seat and square your shoulders, you shoved the pages into his chest and left the room without another word. He watched you leave the room, your skirt swishing around your knees.

Tearing his eyes from the door he looked down at the papers you left him. He read over them and quickly realized what it was you were doing all this time. Each member was written down and in detail you scrawled out every single missed check from each and every game played here today.

The bottom of the page reads “The President: ?”

“What are you doing?” your roommate, Cami, flopped around in her bed, “It’s the first month of classes, there’s no way you have course work already”

“I don’t” you moved your rook, not looking away from the board, “Remember how I told you I was going to join the chess club?”

“Yes?”

“Well the stupid president won’t let me play” you captured white’s queen, “so I’m not able to practice with anyone” you heard her throw her blankets around and the clatter of her hand hitting her glasses,

“What?” she hissed, “he can’t do that can he?” she sat up in bed

“I mean,” you finally looked up at her, “He didn’t technically bar me from joining”

“Look at you” she scoffed, “Making you just sit there and watch when you’re the best player like ever!”

“I am nowhere near the best, Cami.”

“Well” she protested, “You’re the best player I know!”

“I’m the only player you know,” you laughed.

“Not true!” she hopped off her bed, “Teach me.” She pulled out her desk chair and pulled it next to you. You quirk an eyebrow at her, “Seriously! Teaching is great practice plus you keep me awake with this dreadful lamp anyway”

You swipe all of the pieces from the board and begin to set them back up in their proper places, you set the black in place and invite Cami to mirror them with the white on the other side. Starting off you teach her some simple and popular openings. For as airy as she tends to be she is an attentive listener and is able to grasp the basics quickly.

You feel like you could cry, no one has truly taken this much of an interest in you, besides your parents and some friends from high school. When you first moved in with Cami you were worried she would join a sorority on campus and never be around, and while you like your alone time, being alone is a difficult task.

“And how do you win?” Cami asked once the board was scarce with pieces.

“You need a successful and all encompassing check,” you move your queen to trap her king sufficiently, “Like this one, check mate” you reach over and softly lay the king on the board.

From your usual chair in the back of the room you strain to listen to the conversation happening between Wonwoo and the president, who you learned recently was named Jeonghan. The discussion looked heated and Wonwoo was hesitating at the door frame like a child being scolded.

Jeonghan threw his hands up, exasperated, and turned to make a beeline for you. You fumbled about trying to get your notebook open and to a page to make it look like you weren’t just eavesdropping.

“You heard all of that I’m assuming,” he asked gruffly, “You’re not as subtle as you would like to think.”

“What?” you blinked up at him. He bent down to get closer to your face,

“Don’t play dumb, we both know you aren’t,” he nearly growled, “You were listening to that entire conversation”

“I was trying to,” you admitted with a roll of your eyes, “I couldn’t hear a thing from over here,” He backs away from you and makes a subtle noise of approval.

“You’re with Minghao today,” he said as he was turning to leave, which made you shoot up out of your chair.

“I actually get to play?” You blurted out, which caused him to turn back to you,

“Yeah,” he scoffed at your enthusiasm, “Uneven numbers, Minghao needs a partner, Wonwoo had to go tutor our idiot friend Mingyu, I guess” You made a mental note to thank whoever Mingyu was profusely if you were to ever meet him. Jeonghan took your silence as an invitation to leave this conversation,as if he had ever needed one before.

You glanced around the room until you found Minghao’s eyes on you.

“Hi,” You offered your hand for him to shake as you approached his table. He easily took your hand and shook it.

“Sit, sit” he insisted, “It’s an honor to be the first to play you, sorry it’s under weird circumstances,” he chuckles awkwardly.

You told Minghao not to worry about the circumstances, you were just happy to be playing after weeks of sitting around watching. With this he began the game, he utilized a simple opener and your first capture came quickly. This wasn’t to say that Minghao wasn’t a good player and didn’t put up a fight.

You, however, were hungry to show everyone here that you were not to be messed with. Minghao felt that you were two steps ahead of him the entire match, he didn’t understand how it felt like you were in his head and knew his moves. If it wasn’t so impressive he would be infuriated.

He didn’t even mind that you baited him quickly into a checkmate. He wanted to see you beat Jeonghan, to wipe the winning streak clean. Even more, he wanted to see Jeonghan get beat by a freshman, a wickedly smart and kind of scary freshman.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asked from across the room where he was putting pieces back into boxes, “I need to clean that up and I can’t very well do that when you’re still using it”

“Minghao almost beat me” You mumbled, not looking up from the board. You hear Jeonghan sigh and walk toward you.

“Almosts don’t matter in chess, you either win or you don’t” he swiped your notebook from under your elbow, “And you won”

“Give it back, Yoon, I’m not in the mood” you attempted to grab it back from him.

“When are you ever,” he snorted, holding the book over his head. You shot out of your chair.

“Give it back!” you attempted to reach for it, “I’m trying to find weaknesses in my game and you’re acting like a child!”

“Fine,” he lowered the book with a look in his eyes that let you know that this would not be that easy, “play me then” You blinked at him,

“Really?”

“You’re looking for weaknesses in your game, play me” he pulled out the chair recently vacated by Minghao and sat down, “Well? I don’t have all night." You took your seat, studying Jeonghan’s face. He has never been across from you as your opponent, let alone offered a match. He passes your notebook back to you and watches as you carefully turn to a new page, crack the spine, and scrawl out his name and the date at the top of the page.

You carefully move your first pawn, which in return Jeonghan moves his, beginning the dance. Your second pawn takes its place and you hear your opponent chuckle.

“What?” you spat defensively.

“Oh nothing,” he hides his smile with his hand, “you’re just predictable, you always start with attempting a queen’s gambit”. Heat rushes to your cheeks and you immediately know you are at a disadvantage, Jeonghan knows your game and you know nothing of his. He delicately moves a second pawn forward, “Queen’s gambit declined” he sits back in his chair, thinking he already has you beat.

The first capture of the match is in you taking his first pawn, he returns the favor by taking yours quickly. The two of you go back and forth like this for several turns. You realize quickly that he is very much your equal, he is smart and clever, but he plays rigidly and by the book. By the book players are usually easy for you to handle.

Jeonghan was different, it’s almost as if he knew your moves before you made them, and admittedly he kind of did. Not well enough, you were nervous in the middle of the match but now you were sure that you could lure him into a checkmate within three moves.

Letting him capture your rook was a small sacrifice. Luring him into a false sense of security letting him take this piece and your queen earlier in the game, so that your second rook could move to take his queen and leaving his king open. Attempting to move his king out of the line of fire from your rook only placed it in harm's way at the hands of your bishop.

“Checkmate” you declared. Jeonghan sat quietly, you saw the math he was doing in his mind by the way his eyes were flitting around the board, calculating his mistakes. You gathered your things and swiped them into your arms and turned to leave.

Fingers encircled your wrist and pulled you to face him. Judging by the look on his face he did not think before he acted for once, “If it means so much to you, I won’t tell anyone I beat you,” you offered, rolling your eyes.

“You’re infuriatingly irritating” was the last thing he said before pulling you closer and pressing his soft lips to yours. You stood perfectly still, shocked at the sudden development, Jeonghan didn’t push until you parted your lips. With this he deepened the kiss, his mouth tasted of tobacco, the expensive kind. His skin was warm against yours, and you weren’t sure why you didn’t entirely hate this exchange.

Tentatively, you placed your hands on his hips, your notebook falling to the floor forgotten. Jeonghan swiped his tongue into your mouth and you let him. He felt your fingers grip for dear life and tried to ignore the fact that the gesture caused his head to swim. He had the faintest idea of why he kissed you and even less of an idea on why you let him but he would not complain. He tangled his hands in your hair.

He pulled your lip between his teeth and it snapped something in you, you pressed your thighs together and sighed. When Jeonghan moved to plant kisses just below your ear you realized what was happening and pushed back against his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You seemed to enjoy it.” he sighed pushing a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what this is,” you picked up your notebook, “but find someone else to help you out next time you get hard over a girl beating you”

You shifted uncomfortably in the doorway of the fraternity house as Cami was informing the poor boy working the door who she was and who the two of you were intending to meet inside. Finally, after what felt like an eternity out on the porch, he stepped aside and the two of you shuffled past him. The inside of the house was nothing special, it smelled of smoke and sweat. There were groups of people scattered about talking and drinking.

Cami put a hand on your arm and began to pull you further into the house, “Come on!” she shouted over the noise, “I’m meeting him in the kitchen!” and she began weaving her way through the house, as if she had done this a thousand times before.

The kitchen was open and frankly dirty. There was a couple making out against the counter closest to where your roommate dragged you.

“Y/N, this is Mingyu, the guy I told you about,” she smiled up at him, “and this is Y/N, my roommate”

“Nice to meet you,” Mingyu smiled at you momentarily before turning his attention back to the girl he actually invited to this party. You were surprised, you figured it would have taken longer than five minutes for you to start wondering why you came here in the first place. You were starting to feel boxed in, the couple on the counter was getting dangerously close to exposing themselves to you, and Mingyu was whispering close to your roommate's ear. You could only imagine the filthy things he was surely saying to her, judging by the scarlet blush rising up her neck and the giddy smile playing at her lips.

“Take this,” a familiar voice cut through the panic, a small glass being pressed into your hand. Looking up, Jeonghan had a matching glass up to his lips, looking down at you expectantly. You followed suit and the two of you tipped the glasses back together. The liquid burned your throat and you sputtered a cough as you felt the heat settle in your belly. “Woah,” he stifled a laugh, “Never had a drink before, noted,” he filled up his shot glass with water from the sink and traded it for your empty glass. He guided it to your lips and disappeared down the hall, just as quickly as he approached.

The water dulled the burn in your throat. During your exchange with Jeonghan your roommate and Mingyu disappeared somewhere, sighing you left the kitchen to find them or somewhere quiet to sit down, whichever came first.

As it turned out, at a party there are few places unoccupied by people. You took to walking laps around the bottom floor of the house looking out for anyone leaving or a room you missed. On lap one thousand (give or take) you heard your roommate’s laugh cut through the dull thrum of the music from the turntable in the living room. You looked toward where you heard her, your shoulders slumped seeing Mingyu lead her up the stairs, cursing under your breath you stomped through the kitchen and into the first door you came across.

You plop to the ground and cross your arms over your chest, if anyone were to be looking at you right now you’re sure you would look like a petulant child. You’re not even sure why you’re angry, you knew she would end up hooking up with this guy tonight. Walking home could be an option, however it’s getting cold…and do you even remember how to get back? Don’t parties like this typically have sober drivers? But I’m not drunk…I only had whatever Jeonghan gave me, you thought, Jeonghan! You could find him, but how embarrassing would it be to crawl to him for help right now? He would use it against you forever and you are as good as kicked out of the chess club after this! What would have been the point of any of this if you can’t play chess? This stupid situation with Jeonghan would have been for naught.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, you scramble to situate yourself in this damned skirt to have any semblance of appropriateness for whoever is coming through that door.

“What are you doing in the laundry room?” you could hear the smirk in his tone before you even looked up. Jeonghan slipped into the small room, which when looking around you realized it was in fact the laundry room. He closed the door behind him with the hand not occupied with a bottle of liquor and a cigarette perched between his pointer and middle fingers. Scooting back you pressed your back against the washing machine and stretched your legs straight in front of you. Jeonghan grunted while sitting down on the floor next to you, his back up against the dryer. He set down the bottle and two of those little glasses from earlier on the floor in front of him.

“There was nowhere else to sit…” You offered quietly. “My stupid roommate went upstairs with some guy and she is the only reason I’m even at this fucking party! I wanted to stay home tonight, but she dragged me out here and–and are you trying to get me drunk?” you interrupted yourself, eyes flicking between the contents on the floor and Jeonghan. He cracked a smile, not a smirk, a smile, at your question.

“No, Dove,” he chuckled sticking the cigarette between his lips, “I’m trying to get you to loosen up for once,” he brought his hand above your thigh, hesitating in the air for only a moment before placing it down slightly above your knee, kneading the flesh there. Jeonghan had kissed you last week, but this felt…intimate, not angry. Before you had the chance to yell at him he brought his hand back to his lap, “You’re tense.”

“Yeah, not a great night,” you pointed out, “And it seems like it is getting weird now,” he rolled his eyes at your addition and began pouring the liquid into the two glasses.

“Take another shot with me, will you?” he attempted to hand you the glass, “before I decide you’ve annoyed me too much for one night”

“No”

“Y/N please, don’t be so insufferable for once,” he moved his glass to his lips and removed the cigarette, which admittedly was distracting enough for you to almost give in. You held strong. Jeonghan clicked his tongue disapprovingly and threw back the contents of the glass. He brought his free hand and scrubbed his face, “Fine, let’s play a game.” he poured himself another shot.

“What kind of game?”

“Really that’s all it took?” he looked at you, his eyes starting to shine with the alcohol, “Beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose.” he taps the glass with his fingers, a habit that manifests when he’s thinking, you’ve noticed throughout his chess matches,

“You’re making a game up,” you point out nonchalantly,

“What?” the drumming stops for a moment, “No, I’m remembering the rules”

“No you’re not, tell me about your made up game, Yoon”

“It’s a real game…anyway, rules are simple, you ask me a question, I answer, then you answer. If you don’t want to answer, you take a shot, if we both answer, we both take a shot”

“Those rules don’t make sense” “Yes they do, who was the first LP you ever got?” you were taken aback by the tameness of his question, but you figured he was just getting started.

“The Blues and the Abstract Truth by Oliver Nelson”

“Jazz?” he scoffed, “Have you ever thought about not being boring?”

“Have you ever thought about being a decent person?”

“Don’t get unglued,” he rolled his eyes, “mine was Nice’n’Easy by Frank Sinatra” With that he tipped his glass back and emptied it, you followed suit and tried not to cough this time. He gestured to you seemingly inviting you to ask a question of your own. You thought for a moment,

“Why do you play chess?” you asked.

“My dad figured it would be a good skill to have” he shrugged, “But I think it has something to do with the fact that the world chess champion was, and still is, a Soviet. I don’t really care about that though, I just like to play, I’m good at it.”

“You only play chess because you’re good at it?” you said flatly

“Ah ah” he tsked, “You already asked your question, so either answer or drink up”

“Fine,” you sighed with a pointed look in his direction, “My grandpa taught me, I always watched him and his buddy play when he babysat me. I learned by watching and then eventually playing, and beating, both of them.”

“Learning chess just by watching,” he mumbled and shook his head. “Gimme,” his lithe fingers took the glass from your hand, set it on the floor next to his and poured another round. You both drank the shot with no complaint.

The game continued like this for a while, Jeonghan never asking anything that stumped you, and in return he answered every question of yours. You weren’t sure what being drunk actually felt like but if someone told you this was it you would believe them. Your muscles relaxed more than you can remember in recent months, your vision was slightly blurry, and you felt a pleasant buzz in your brain. Jeonghan was slumped against the dryer and his head leaned on your shoulder.

“When’s your birthday?” Jeonghan asked, playing with your fingers lightly.

“January 2”

“Coming up,” he noted, “Mine was October 4”

“How old are you now?”

“22” he sighed, “graduating in May” You knew Jeonghan was older than you, but you hadn’t thought about the fact that he would be actually graduating, leaving. Something about that made you sick to your stomach in a way, but you weren’t sure why, don’t you hate him?

“I’ll be 19 next month” you mumbled. He shifted his body to sit up and look at you. His eyes were glassy and heavy, physical evidence of the alcohol thrumming in his system.

“Are you drunk?” he asked

“I have no earthly idea, Han” he smiled at the nickname. He reached over to cup your cheek in his hand, unconsciously you melted into him.

“I might be,” he mumbled, and even in your intoxicated state you couldn’t miss the way his eyes flicked from yours to your lips, only for a moment. After what felt like ages he connected his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet, his lips were warm and he didn’t rush it. He held you as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, requesting entrance. Once that entrance was granted it was as if the floodgates opened for him. Both of his hands were in your hair and he was licking into your mouth. Jeonghan tasted of the alcohol the two of you had been drinking the entire night, different from the taste on his lips last time. Jeonghan curiously tugged at the hair around his fingers.

Butterflies, or something like that but infinitely more intense, erupted in your stomach. The suddenness of it all allowed a whine to escape your lips. With that Jeonghan pulled back from you but stayed close enough for your noses to still be touching.

“I think you should start coming to meetings early,” he panted. The only response you could muster was a nod, and an attempt to bring his lips back to yours. He pulled back against your request, and much to your dismay the wicked smirk was back on his face, “Y/N, are you a virgin?” You were taken aback by the question, you backed away from him and grabbed the bottle on the floor. You forwent the shot glass and just took a long pull from the lip. He watched you down the burning liquid before nodding, “So that’s a yes,” he settled back against the dryer and watched you flounder.

“You don’t know that!” you stood up, feeling wobbly on your feet, “Maybe I’m just being a lady”

“Woah,” he stood up and wrapped his arm around your waist in an attempt to steady you, “but it doesn’t really matter, I trapped you, even a nonanswer would have told me what I wanted to know, I won and you know it.” You attempted to hit his chest but the way he was holding you proved it impossible. He maneuvered you to sit back down, “Sit right here, I’m gonna go find your roommate and get you home.”

The walk back to your dorm was quicker than you thought it was, but that could be on account of the alcohol warming your skin. Jeonghan informed you that your roommate had decided to stay the night with Mingyu back at the house so the responsibility of getting your drunk self home fell on him. Serves him right, he’s the one who got you to this state in the first place. Your arm linked with his and his arm around your waist he walked the short trek very carefully, because he truly was not sober himself.

He fished your room key out of your pocket and let the two of you into your room. He blinked to adjust to the lower light, the room was only illuminated by the lamp on your desk that you must have forgotten to turn out before leaving earlier in the night. Moving further into the room he helped you sit down on the bed. On the desk there was a chess board with a half finished game set up. He smiled to himself moving closer to see that the pieces of paper strewn about were the notes you always take during matches with him. You’re replaying matches between the two of you he realized.

“Y/N” he called, tearing his eyes away from the pretty way your handwriting captures his name, “You gotta change.”

“Tired,” you grumbled from the bed. He moved towards you and attempted to pull you up.

“Come on, you can’t sleep in this” he begged, “Fine! Where do you keep your pajamas?”

“Top drawer”

He moved the short distance to your dresser and opened the top drawer. He flushed seeing your undergarments being housed in the same space as your pajamas but he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach. He pulled out the first nightgown he found and moved back to you.

“Okay, undress” he was met with protest noises. He sighed and moved to the hem on your shirt, “I’m going to help you and then leave, okay?” he waited for your approval and then began lifting your shirt up over your head. He felt perverted in a way as he watched each inch of your skin come into view and then the clothed swell of your breasts. The situation was in no way sexual and he had no plans to take advantage, but he had never seen you in a vulnerable state before. You were softer than you often let on, something he almost didn’t believe.

He removed the shirt completely and moved to unclasp your bra. He hesitated only slightly before taking the plunge. He removed the piece of fabric and quickly, and unceremoniously shoved the nightgown over your head. Finally, you were dressed for bed and he helped you under the covers.

Soon he heard your soft snores and took this as his signal to leave. Turning out the lamp he pressed his lips to your forehead, hoping it didn’t hurt too terribly in the morning.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

The gentle sting of teeth against your neck paired with the vice grip on your thigh under your skirt almost sent you into a frenzy.

“Jeonghan” you shied away from his mouth, he grunted and chased you in response, “Jeonghan!” you hissed and pulled his hair until his lips separated from your neck.

“What?” he whispered, his eyes heavy and clouded with lust.

“The boys will be here in,” you twisted to check your watch, “Twenty minutes and I would rather not have them distracted by fresh hickies on my neck for the entire meeting.”

“And why not?” he attempted to connect to the spot below your ear again, “They might respect you more if they know you’re getting some”

“They respect me just fine!” you shove against his shoulder, but there weren’t many places for him to go in the small closet. His hand stayed gripped on your thigh.

“Okay, okay” he conceded, taking back his place crowding you against the wall behind you. “You’re tense again” a squeeze to your thigh, “let me help” his hand slowly traveled higher, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

All you could do was nod.

A flash of a smirk and he is wedging his thigh between your knees, “Keep ‘em spread” he commanded. His hand continued up and up until - oh - his thumb pressed that delicious bundle of nerves, separated only by the thin cotton of your underwear. He watches your face as you bite your lip, if he was a better man he wouldn’t be doing this in the supply closet, but the promise of seeing you unspool was too delicious. He’ll make it up to you someday, he promises himself.

He started with slow torturous circles, refusing to move the barrier. The touches are too feather light, you resist the urge to rut up against him in an attempt to increase the friction. This didn’t stop the pathetic whine from escaping your lips. “What was that?” Jeonghan teased, increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Please…” you screwed your eyes shut.

“Is this what you want?” he slid your underwear to the side and gathered your arousal on his fingers. Nodding you felt him slip in a finger experimentally. You bucked your hips to meet him, “Eager” he commented nonchalantly. The tightness in his pants reminded him that time was of the essence and he slipped in another finger.

You bit your lip to keep quiet, no matter how much Jeonghan encouraged you to let him hear you. His long fingers reached a spot inside you that you didn’t know existed with ease. You rocked on his fingers, feeling a tightness in your stomach begin to gather.

Jeonghan pulled aside the neck of your sweater to access a new swath of skin untouched by him until now. He sucked a deep bruise just below your collarbone as you felt the snap in your stomach.

The euphoria washed over you in waves and Jeonghan continued his ruminations until you came down from your high. Once you were more lucid, you noticed the gaping neck of your sweater. Your hand flew to where the top two buttons once were and gasped.

“You ripped the buttons off my sweater, you ass”

“Right like I meant to!” he began to scan the cluttered floor for the buttons.

“Well I don’t have the time to go back to change” you gritted your teeth, “This was my favorite sweater” you stormed out of the closet, leaving Jeonghan’s apology to die on his lips. What you didn’t expect was Minghao sitting at the table closest to you, reading. You clutched your sweater, careful to cover your new mark. He tore his eyes away from his book and just looked at you, it felt like he was looking right through you.

You open your mouth to explain yourself but the sound of Mark bursting through the door with Yunho stole the moment away from you. Minghao gave a curt nod of understanding and snapped his book closed. Jeonghan entered the room, clearly trying not to look flushed. You shot him a pointed look and proceeded to sit in front of an empty chess board.

“Pair up,” he mumbled, “scrimmages today” and throws himself into the chair across from you. “Take that look off your face, Dove” you blinked at him, not realizing there was even a look, you were just surprised he was willingly choosing you, in front of everyone. However, if he was going to act like this, you could make the meeting Hell too.

His timer clicked, he made his first move. Jeonghan was going to lose this match, you stretched your legs, leaving your foot next to his. You felt his eyes boring into your skull as you were making your opening. Your timer clicked. Jeonghan laced his fingers under his chin, it would look like he was thinking, but you knew better, he was trying to figure you out this time. He reached to move his knight and you trailed your foot up his leg, disrupting his trousers. Placing his knight down with a definitive thunk he looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Your timer, Jeonghan” you smirked. Click. Jeonghan watched your subsequent move, trying desperately to ignore the tightness in the crotch of his pants. You played it safe for a majority of the game, letting Jeonghan believe that you were the one distracted by your nonsense. You let him have some meaningless captures.

His fingers weren’t drumming on the desk, he felt confident. You captured his bishop. You could easily have a checkmate within four or five moves. You brought his bishop to your lips and hit your timer. You looked at him from under your lashes and waited.

Jeonghan watched the white piece rest against your pretty lips, what was wrong with him? You were doing next to nothing but the hardness in his pants was almost painful at this point. His hesitancy was evident,

“I know” you whispered against the bishop, “It’s just so hard” Jeonghan had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering. He made a quick careless move and hit the timer. Smiling, you set the bishop aside and moved your queen into position, “Checkmate.”

“What is wrong with you?”

The only sound in your room was the soft drag of the white bishop you moved across your chess board. Cami was out, probably with Mingyu, as she is most nights nowadays. The game you were playing against yourself was almost finished and you were planning to retire to bed or to do some reading afterwards. Even you had your limit on the amount of chess you could play in a day.

You picked up the black knight thinking to capture a white pawn when there was a knock at your door. Untangling yourself from the position that was comfortable until you thought about it you stretched your legs and padded to the door. You don’t tend to get visitors unless Cami is home so you’re not sure who this could be.

Swinging the door open you see the familiar shape of Jeonghan standing in the hallway, illuminated by the fluorescent lighting. He was dressed more casually than you’d ever seen him, clad in an oversized t-shirt and pair of shorts with the faded logo of what you guessed was his high school hanging off his hips. You fold your arms over your chest, suddenly very aware of your lack of bra.

“Are you stalking me now, Yoon?” he blinked at you a couple times before pushing past you into your room and uttering,

“Do you really not remember?” he sits at your desk in front of the almost finished chess game, “Can I sit here?”

“You already are,” you raised an eyebrow as you took a seat across from him on your bed. Seeing Jeonghan comfortable and relaxed in the low light of your room was strange, but not entirely off putting. Almost as if he belonged here in a way. “Remember what?”

“I brought you home after Seungcheol’s party when Cami ditched you” he studied the remaining pieces on the board. Jeonghan doesn’t know when he started remembering things, like the name of your roommate, about you. He didn’t mind having you in his head, but he wasn’t aware just how often you were on his mind until this moment, seeing you bathed in the lamp light of your room.

“Wait,” your cheeks grew red and you felt the heat in them rise.

“Yes, I changed your clothes, no I didn’t look, but at this point does it matter?” His brown eyes gazed up at you before they trailed down your body, he realized that this is the first time he has seen you in your casual attire since that night.

“Maybe not…” You mumble, “But it certainly did at the time.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes and settled them back on the chess board in front of him. You watched as he moved the rook into position,

“Checkmate” he smirked smugly,

“I played that game myself, don’t think you’ve beaten me because you finished it.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly at your comment and stood up from the chair and moved toward you. He stood in front of you and tapped your knee, you spread your legs so he could stand between them, you mentally cursed yourself for the automatic response. Moving in between your knees he ran his hands through your hair, he looked down at you, his face softer than you’d seen it in a while. His features were beautiful when he was concentrated and vengeful during a match but the soft moments between were quickly becoming your favorites.

“Hi,” he whispered, he could almost laugh, he felt so boyish. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Han,” you laughed, “you don’t need an excuse to kiss me, if that’s what you’re looking for”

“Okay Ms. Smarty Pants,” he ducked his head to press his lips to yours. What felt like lightning crackled between your lips and into your stomach, he hadn’t touched you let alone kissed you since that day that you teased him at the meeting in front of everyone. Partly because you stopped showing up early, and partly because he was clearly mad at you for the spectacle you caused. He had never anticipated Wonwoo of all people to ask him what that was all about.

A hand trailed from your hair down to your chest. You whined as Jeonghan took a handful of your breast and kneaded it underneath his fingers. He deepened the kiss at the sounds you were making. His teeth grazed your lip as he pinched your nipple between his fingers. His other hand was gripping your bare thigh.

He broke the kiss and grabbed the loose fabric of your nightgown and pulled it up around your hips. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of your panties he mutters,

“Can we try something?” All you could do was nod in response. He swiftly shimmied the fabric down and onto the floor. “Let me know if it’s too much for you, okay?”

Jeonghan sank to his knees in front of you, his mouth level with your bare cunt. He takes his time sucking deep bruises into your thighs, he was only going to do it once but the sweet noises you made in response were too beautiful to ignore. You felt the sting of teeth on the last bruise, and then the soothing sensation of his tongue. In an attempt to get his long hair out of the way he raked his hand through it and leveled himself with your heat.

He licked the first fat stripe up your cunt, the warmth of his mouth on you was a new and spectacular feeling. He felt all encompassing, you were surrounded by him, and you couldn’t imagine anything better in this moment. He flattened his tongue against you and dragged it through your folds slowly. Your eyes screwed shut at the overwhelming sensation.

His lips wrapped around your swollen clit and began to suck. Jeonghan felt absolutely high on the sounds he was eliciting from you. Slowly, he moved from your clit to your entrance and experimentally dipped inside. You filled the room with quiet moans as he began to pump his tongue in and out of you. The coil in your stomach began to tighten, you bucked your hips up searching for stimulation on your clit. Jeonghan pulled away from you and you shivered at the lack of warmth. He blew lightly into your cunt, a whine getting pulled from your throat.

“Just wait, Dove, I’ll take care of you.” He stood and helped you out of the nightgown the rest of the way. You sat up slightly and reached for his shirt. He looked beautiful with the flush of want on his cheeks and the sheen of you on his chin. He smiled down at you and allowed you to peel off his shirt, “Lay down all the way” he whispered as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. You readjusted on the bed. He crawled on top of you, “Are you okay with this?” You nodded, you let your eyes wander down his body and caught a glimpse of his stiff cock, leaking and angry. The tension in your thighs returned, nervous for this next step.

“Hey,” he whispered, “look at me”, your eyes finding his, “Relax for me, Dove. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”

“I want to,” you whispered. He smiled softly at you and pressed his lips to yours. He reached down and stroked his cock a few times before lining up at your entrance. You took a deep breath.

“I’m serious this time, you need to relax,” his eyes were dark with lust but ultimately serious. He reached to knead the muscle of your plush thigh. You nodded to show him you understood and tried to release some tension you were holding.

You felt the head of his cock push past your entrance. The feeling was entirely different to what you were used to with his fingers. He moved slowly, scared to overwhelm you. He stayed still for several agonizing minutes, allowing you to adjust to the new sensation.

“You can move now,” you breathed out quietly. He nodded and slowly began to rock his hips. It was almost as if you could feel every single vein dragging against your walls. The feeling was nothing short of intoxicating, you felt so full.

“Oh Dove,” his voice was deeper than you have ever heard it, “you feel so perfect, like you were made for me.” His praises went straight to your core and you couldn’t help but moan. “If you keep,” he grunted, “sounding perfect like that I won’t last.”

He doesn’t. Neither do you. He didn’t expect you to, you don’t last long on his fingers, his cock was a different story entirely. What he didn’t expect was how fast he was spent. He thinks he meant it when he said you were perfect, he fit inside of you just right. Thinking about how perfect you were had him releasing hot white spurts of himself inside of you.

He leaned forward to move the sweaty pieces of hair from your forehead and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You okay, Dove?”

“I’m fab,” you breathed. Jeonghan laughed and slowly pulled out of you. He took a moment to look at your spent cunt, leaking with him.

“Uh, let me get you cleaned up,” he stumbled out of the bed and moved toward your collection of bath towels. He returned with one and helped clean you up. He rummaged through your drawer, retrieved a clean set of underwear and sent you to the bathroom. He got himself dressed and sat on the bed. He ran his hands through his hair.

When you came back you laid back down together. You draped your legs over his. The two of you stayed this way for what felt like hours. You talked about everything, he asked you about your classes, how you’re adjusting to being away from home, and your impressions of the guys in the chess club.

Talking to Jeonghan was easy, much easier than your first impression had led you to believe. Eventually, you fell asleep mid sentence. Cute, Jeonghan thought. He was starting to realize he found most of the things you did cute.

He slipped out of your bed and covered you with the blanket. Before he left he slipped your ruined sweater from where it was draped haphazardly over the foot of your bed. With that, he was out of the room and bounding down the hall.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Turning around you see Minghao jogging to catch up with you. You smile at him as he joins you, “Where you headed?”

“The teaching building,” you jerked your head in the direction of the building.

“Let me walk with you, I’m going to the art building, but I need to ask you about something.” he gestured for you to keep walking. You nodded and began the walk, “So what on Earth are you doing?”

“What?” you raised an eyebrow, “I’m going to class?”

“No” he shook his head, “With Jeonghan” you had to force yourself to keep walking and not stop right there in the middle of the sidewalk and gawk at him, “Oh come on, Y/N I’m not stupid”

“I never said you were,” you shifted your gaze to the ground, “But I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Yes you do” A telling silence fell between the two of you for a few minutes before you reached the front of the art building. Minghao stopped walking and put a hand on your shoulder, “Listen it’s not my business, but whatever game you’re playing better have a good reason.” he sighed, “I don’t know if you actually like him or what this bullshit is, but be careful,”

“Careful?”

“You’re a threat to him, Y/N” you must look as confused as you feel because he continues, “I’m good at chess, Wonwoo’s good at chess, Jeonghan is great at chess, but Y/N, you’re phenomenal at chess.”

“So?” you protest, “It’s just a club, this doesn’t mean anything does it?”

“The competition season is coming up,” he offered, “You’ll be asked to be on the team by the faculty supervisor, so will Jeonghan, and hopefully me and Wonwoo, but there’s the individual tournament to worry about.”

“Okay?” you huff, “And?” you try to see the point Minghao is making.

“Just…” he sighs, “I’m worried he’s using you. He’s never lost the collegiate division, Y/N” you nodded, taking in what he was suggesting, “You’ve painted yourself as a threat to him winning that title for his last year. That’s why it matters, that’s what he cares about.”

“Isn’t he your friend?”

“Well, yes,” Minghao blinked at you, “Doesn’t that put me in the exact position to know what he might be capable of?”

“If I’m selected, I’ll try my best, win or lose” You assured him.

“I know you will, just be careful, don’t get distracted” He turns toward the entrance of the art building, “And stop using the supply closet, you have more dignity than that” you feel your face heat up and you turn on your heel toward the teaching building.

If anyone could see the great asshole, Jeonghan Yoon right now Mingyu could die happy. He bounded down the stairs and took in the sight of the man himself with a sewing needle snug between his teeth, instead of the usual cigarette.

“Oh you couldn’t be more keen on her, huh?” Mingyu plopped down on the couch next to the sweater Jeonghan had carefully spread over the cushion between himself and the younger man.

“Shut your fucking trap, Kim,” Jeonghan mumbled around the needle.

“She has you sewing,” Mingyu stifled a laugh.

“As if you have room to talk,” Jeonghan ripped the needle from his mouth, “Cami has you just about as tied up,” Mingyu blinked at him, “Oh come on! You don’t need tutoring, let alone from Wonwoo, you’re not in any of the same classes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mingyu attempted to insist but avoiding Jeonghan’s eyes gave him away.

“Obviously you do, Y/N was mad about not being able to play, so you and Cami decided to take matters of my club into your own hands,” he began to thread the needle.

“You could’ve let her play,” Mingyu shrugged watching Jeonghan struggle to find the simplest way to put the thread through the hole.

“She could’ve earned her spot like everyone else” he muttered, “Besides there’s nothing between her and I so there’s no need to compare”

“You made the comparison…” Mingyu pointed out, confused.

“No I didn’t,” the thread made it through the hole in the needle. Mingyu opened and closed his mouth, not sure what his friend was getting at. Jeonghan claiming that there was nothing going on between you and him was almost laughable, but Mingyu knew better than to voice this, as he valued his life. So instead he settled to watch Jeonghan skillfully sew the pearlescent buttons back on to your sweater.

Mingyu also knew better than to ask what happened in the first place. He knew that Jeonghan had his own way about things, and this was more than likely an apology of some kind. If Mingyu Kim was a far stupider man he would point out the fact that Jeonghan never denied that this was your sweater.

You could hear the other members of the chess club before you even saw the door to the meeting room, there was an excited buzz spilling out into the hallway. As you closed in on the room you saw a paper hanging up on the closed door.

“1963 Collegiate Chess Championship: University of Michigan

Yoon, Jeonghan

Xu, Minghao

Jeon, Wonwoo

Y/L/N, Y/F/N

Congratulations and good luck!”

That’s your name, you’re on the team. You thought Minghao was potentially exaggerating when he was predicting the team but he was right on the money. Something akin to anxiety bubbled in your stomach, what if you lose? What if you win?

Walking into the room Minghao smiled at you, Wonwoo gave you a thumbs up, and Jeonghan was simply staring at you He couldn’t deny that he was scared of your placement on the team, when it came for the individual matches you potentially have him beat, he needed to play his best set of games in his career.

You took your usual seat at the table you share with Wonwoo and Minghao. Jeonghan’s eyes bored into your skull as you set up your board. Was Minghao right? Did he do all of this as a distraction? Were you really that big of a threat to him? You knew the answer, but that didn’t stop the seeds of doubt from sewing in your mind.

“Congrats teammate!” You heard the smile in Wonwoo’s voice before you saw it.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” Minghao smiled at you as he took his seat next to Wonwoo, “A force to be reckoned with, as always.”

“Thank you both,” you smiled, “congrats to you as well.” You stole a glance in Jeonghan’s direction, he was still staring. He was quick, he saw your eyes, and knowing he got what he wanted he slowly licked his lips and turned back to the board he was setting up with Mark.

Your blood boiled in your veins, Minghao had to have been right, he’s so cocky even with no wins against you under his belt. He must have been banking on you losing your composure, now and at the competition, so you determined right then that you would not allow it. You began to slam the white pawns into their places, earning you sideways glances from your tablemates.

Wonwoo pulled the black pieces out and tried to match your pace, knowing that your patience has run out, for Jeonghan Yoon related reasons he’s sure. The meeting is spent by you beating the boys in a variety of ways and shooting angry glances at the back of Jeonghan’s head. Jeonghan was stealing his own looks in your own direction under the guise of “keeping an eye on the games”. A few times he catches you looking at him, he attempts to soften your face to no avail.

After watching Wonwoo deliver a final checkmate to Minghao, you shot out of your seat and attempted to flee the room as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Jeonghan had other plans. He caught your arm and pulled you to face him.

“Congratulations,” he said softly after he made sure everyone was out of the room.

“Likewise,” you bit, “is that all?” Jeonghan blinked at you, clearly confused.

“What’s wrong?” He asked earnestly, “Aren’t you excited?” You couldn’t tell if he was truly confused or if he was acting again.

“I am,” you nodded, “what do you need? Or can I go home?”

“Right,” his lips pressed into a tight line, clearly no longer in the mood for whatever you decided you were mad about. He pulled his messenger bag to his front and pulled out a bunch of fabric. “I fixed this for you,” he held it out in front of him. You took it gingerly and unfolded it so you could look at what it actually was. The sweater he ruined a few weeks ago. A swooping feeling in your stomach took hold, something between tenderness and anger. You chose anger.

“Oh so you’re stealing from me now?” You snapped.

“What?” He hissed, “I fixed it for you!” He pointed at the top two buttons he carefully sewed back on. He looked like a petulant child if you weren’t seething you could laugh.

“You still stole from me!”

“Y/N you’re missing the point on purpose!” He whined at you, “I wanted to fix my mistake!”

“By making another mistake.” You turned and walked out the door and all Jeonghan could do was stare after you. For once he was at a loss for words.

You’re in over your head, you have to be. You have never felt so unprepared for a set of matches in your life. The day was going to be full, only breaking for lunch and then your schedule thinning out God willing that you get to participate until the finals.

You smoothed your hands over the new outfit you scrounged up money to buy for the occassion. The blouse is pretty, but the main focus is the new trousers. You have never worn pants to a big event before, and you’re nervous for the reactions of the men downstairs. Determined to exude confidence even when you were scared out of your mind you took deep breaths and practiced looking tough in the mirror. You could not, however, forget how out of place you felt at this moment.

You check your watch and mutter a curse under your breath. Snatching your notebook off the hotel bed you tossed and turned in the entire night you bounded out the door. Once downstairs you snaked through throngs of people, picking up bits and pieces of conversations about chess strategy.

You spotted Wonwoo’s head above various members of the crowd and made your way to him and where you assumed Minghao, Jeonghan, and your faculty advisor were as well. Your fingers wrapped around Minghao’s arm and he turned to you quickly.

His eyes lit up seeing it was you, “Y/N, hi” he smiled down at you.

“Hi Hao,” you wiggled through the last of the crowd and up next to him, “did I miss anything?” you look around at the people, trying to spot Jeonghan.

“No, we’re just waiting for table assignments,” he pointed toward the window, “he’s over there.” You followed his gesture and saw Jeonghan talking with the faculty advisor. He looked almost ethereal silhouetted against the window, cigarette delicately perched in between his fingers. You watched them talk for several minutes before you saw an official post a list on the wall opposite you. Jeonghan noticed as well, extinguished his cigarette, and excused himself to look at his table assignment.

The competitors funnelled into a line to check where they will be starting the day. You shuffled in behind Minghao, Jeonghan tucked in behind you. He was trying his best to ignore the new outfit and how good you happened to look in it as the line slowly moved. Minghao quickly found his name and moved out of the way for you to scan the document. You felt Jeonghan pressing against you slightly, clearly impatient and looking over your head. His hand hovered awkwardly over your hip, he ached to touch you even just casually.

Locating your name and your table you exited the line, leaving Jeonghan’s hand hanging in the air before he dropped it. He followed after you silently. Several other competitors were whispering about your outfit, he could hear them plainly even if you couldn’t.

The thing about Jeonghan Yoon was that his reputation proceeded him. Every person in this building knew who he was and what he came here to do today. This type of reputation comes with a healthy respect and a bit of fear. So the dagger-like glances he shot these stupid men were not to be questioned. To their knowledge it was because you were his teammate, none of them were aware of the affection he held for you.

You broke away from your team in order to find the first table, your opponent already sitting on white’s side. Holding your hand out for him to shake you could tell he was cocky, he rose to take your hand. His handshake was firm, an obvious attempt to scare you. Only you weren’t scared anymore, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. The environment was different but the game was the same, and you were one of the best.

The officials signaled for the beginning of the round and you watched as your opponent contemplated his first move. He selected a safe opener; for the first round and knowing nothing about your opponent this was a respectable choice. You tend to play it safe as well, opting for your classic attempt at a queen’s gambit. The match went uneventful for the first several moves, the only sound in the room was several timers clicking at different times. Some players were faster than others, and you were attempting to take your time and not get cocky.

The same could not be said about Jeonghan across the room. He was the epitome of confidence, as he has been every year since he won the first time. Freshly 19 and on top of the world. He always felt like the first win was some unbelievable stroke of luck and then he just continued to win. He realized quickly that he enjoyed winning, almost more than he liked playing the game itself. Maybe that makes him cocky, but he didn’t care. He was making quick work of his first opponent, he was confident and playing defensively. He clicked his timer and watched the man on the other side of the table panic under his gaze.

Jeonghan watched as the man moved his rook across the board. He leaned forward, seeing now that the opponent’s king was unprotected. Jeonghan moved his knight.

“Checkmate.”

Your timer clicked as you gently pressed the button. The man across from you looked perplexed as the board was dominated by your pieces. He figured that this would be an easy win for him, figuring that your university stacked the team so that Jeonghan would have an easier time winning. He was wrong, and everyone else in the room would soon find out if he didn’t find a way to save his own ass and soon. He moved his bishop across to prevent you from queening your pawn on your next turn. His timer clicked. No matter, that bishop was the last piece protecting his king from your rook.

“Checkmate.”

Your name was on everyone’s lips as you moved to your next table. It was almost annoying, all you did was win one game against someone who needed a lot of practice in your opinion. They could start whispering when you were at least in the semifinals. If that first game was any indication on how the rest of the day would go it would be easy to get there. You knew Jeonghan was faring well, because once people were done talking about you they were talking about him.

You took your place on the white side of this board as you were at the table far before your next opponent. Jeonghan watched you from his side of the room, smiling to himself that you won your first match. He slipped a cigarette between his lips and brought his lighter to the end. He dragged on his cigarette as he watched his next opponent take his seat.

Jeonghan lost track of you at some point over the next several hours, as the matches became a bit more difficult he felt the need to focus. While he wanted more than anything to know how the rest of the team was faring, he had to win. This was his last chance, what no one knew was that he was declining the faculty advisor’s offer to continue his career after graduation. He was getting his degree for a reason, and for him the reason was to move on from this part of his life. So finishing with four consecutive collegiate championships under his belt would be great. Only problem here was, unfortunately, you.

You beat Minghao again right before lunch. Things were going incredibly well, much to your surprise. Minghao shook your hand, his smile almost cracking his face. The two of you walked toward the conference room where the complimentary lunch was set up. Jeonghan and Wonwoo were already seated at a table in the corner.

“The sophomore from Clempson” Wonwoo mumbled as Minghao and yourself joined them at the table.

“What about him?” You asked as you reached for the water in the middle of the table.

“Beat me in round four,” Wonwoo sighed, pushing his food around his plate.

“Oh so you’re both out?” You looked between Minghao and Wonwoo, “What about you?” You asked, turning to Jeonghan. Jeonghan shook his head,

“I’m still in,” he turned to Minghao then, “Who got you?” In response, Minghao smirked and pointed a finger at you. Jeonghan’s eyes followed in the direction he was pointing. He tried not to smile and pushed away from the table. You don’t miss the roll of Minghao’s eyes as he watches Jeonghan walk out of the conference room.

“I’ve heard about you,” your first opponent after the lunch break spoke over confidently as he sat down across from you. “A girl at this competition is asinine.”

“Well, I made it just as far as you so far,” you opened your notebook, “and I have heard nothing about you so might as well get this over with.” You brought your eyes up to his, refusing to back down. The man across from you scoffed at your bold reply.

“God are all of you people from U of M like this?” He rolled his eyes, “A bitch and a bastard, you and Jeonghan.” You could punch him, him and his smug face. You bit your tongue to avoid getting yourself in trouble, if you didn’t beat him, Jeonghan certainly would.

The match was quick, he was careless and sloppy, letting the delusion of confidence brought on by sexism carry him to a loss. You thrusted out your hand for him to shake.

“Thanks for the practice,” you smiled, glancing down at your hand. He walked away without taking it. You let your hand drop to your side, trying and failing to hide the fact that you were upset by his words.

“This is my next table,” you heard Jeonghan’s unusually timid voice at your side.

“Oh,” you shuffled to the side, “I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” He blinked at you, “Did you lose?”

“No, obviously not,” you looked toward him.

“Okay,” he chuckled, “then what happened?”

“He called me a bitch, and you a bastard.” You mumbled.

“He called you what?” Jeonghan’s eyes wildly searched the room.

“A bitch, but he also called you a bastard.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he gestured vaguely, “that’s not the point.”

“Drop it, no big deal, I knew this would happen,” you shook your head, “it always does.” With that, Jeonghan watched you walk toward another table. He sighed and sank down into the chair that you just vacated.

Jeonghan was distracted for the rest of his matches, did he make you feel that way? He was sure he did, that first meeting you attended. The difference was that he seemed to light a fire with his comment, whereas this asshole dampened your spirits. Jeonghan could rip his face off, your confidence was one of the best parts of you.

He sighed, moving his bishop across from his opponent’s king.

“Check.”

The man moved his king one space to the left. This allowed Jeonghan to move his rook to trap the king.

“Checkmate.” He muttered, raising from his seat, ignoring the other man’s outstretched hand. He misses being challenged, namely by you, but he won’t admit that to himself just yet. He wandered toward the front of the room, trying to waste time before his next table opened. He caught sight of your concentrated face. He leaned against the wall across from your table and watched the end of your match.

You won, of course you won.

“So your semi finals match against Ms. Y/L/N will start in 20 minutes at the table towards the front.” An official interrupted his thoughts.

“What?” He tore his eyes away from you. “Semi finals is this round?”

“Yes, you and Ms. Y/L/N will begin in about 20 minutes,” he repeated gesturing to the table. Jeonghan didn’t stick around to chat.

“Y/N,” he snaked through people, “Y/N!” He caught your arm, and placed his hands on your shoulders. He was smiling.

“Jeonghan,” you nodded trying to ignore the feeling of electricity coursing through you.

“We’re paired for the semi finals”

“I am aware,” you smirked. Your last match had given you the confidence to let your smug attitude reemerge.

“Dove, please, nothing funny, just a straight up and down match,” he searched your eyes.

“Oh, Jeonghan, this is too important.”

“Thank you, I agree,” he exhaled.

“I need you to lose all on your own, not because I turn you on”

You watched Jeonghan fiddle nervously with his fingers from across the table. He was trying, and failing, to keep cool. On the other hand, you kept eerily calm, you always prided yourself on your ability to seem unaffected by the situation at hand. The breakdown earlier was a mistake you made in front of Jeonghan, one you wouldn’t be making again now.

Once you were given the go ahead you began your opener. Jeonghan felt his stomach drop watching your first several moves, you ditched the queen’s gambit, you weren’t playing safe. He had no idea how to handle this. You watched his fingers falter just slightly, you knew he was freaking out. He might know your game well, but you knew him. He was absolutely out of his depth.

The two of you were well matched, eliminated participants gathered around your table. People who didn’t know your name before today were watching in awe as you made moves that stunned even the man who’s name was on everyone’s lips before he even entered the building that morning.

He knew you could play circles around him, that wasn’t the question anymore, he knew you were better than him. That fact made him furious, and he had to figure out a way to beat you, and quickly because you pressed the button on your timer after claiming his second rook. His fingers twitched and he resisted the urge to make an uncalculated move. He could get a check right now, but he knows it’s flimsy and you could get out of it easily. He settles for capturing your first bishop. You always liked to use your bishop.

You calculated possibilities in your head, and then you saw it. You dragged your queen to the center of the board, leaving Jeonghan no choice.

“Checkmate,” you whispered, you weren’t sure if anyone but him heard you. The moment seemed to freeze, you didn’t dare breathe, just in case Jeonghan shattered in front of you. After what felt like an eternity he dragged his eyes from the queen to your wild eyes.

He rose to his feet and walked out of the room wordlessly. The crowd was silent as you watched him go. Jeonghan Yoon, the reigning champion, was just defeated by a freshman, on his own team. No one knew what to say. You didn’t know what to say, in all honesty. You just sat there, watching the door, willing him to come back, but he never did.

Minghao broke through the crowd and grabbed your shoulders.

“You did it,” he breathed, “Come on.” He pulled you out of your chair. He congratulated you profusely as he held your hand and dragged you back to your room upstairs. “Rest, recuperate, finals begin in a few hours.”

“Make sure he’s okay, Hao,” was all you could muster before closing the door and flopping yourself onto the bed.

“Stop pacing, you're going to wear a rabbit trail into the floor,” Minghao muttered watching you continue your ruminations back and forth.

“What if I lose?”

“Then you lose, that doesn’t take away the fact that you made it this far, beating the reigning champion to do it.” He sighs. You nodded, still not sure if you were okay with coming this far and losing. Minghao watched your opponent approach finally and wrapped you into a hug, “Good luck,” he whispered into your hair before letting you go and taking his place in the crowd next to Wonwoo. Jeonghan was still strikingly missing.

You shook your opponent’s hand and took your seat. The match started quickly, and rather unceremoniously. It almost put your nerves at ease that there was no fanfare, just a straight up and down game just as you had been playing all day.

The match quickly sucked you in, it was as if the rest of the room melted away. The man across from you was good, almost as good as Jeonghan. He was lucky that Jeonghan was paired with you in the semi finals, because you would have a different opponent right now if that weren’t the case. However, this would end up working in your favor, you’ve never lost to Jeonghan, so why would you lose to someone worse?

When you captured both of his knights he knew it was over, he didn’t let it show, but he knew. He knew that you had dissected his game as you were playing him, which was the smartest strategy a player could use. If you were smart enough to watch, learn and adjust as you were playing, you knew exactly what you were doing.

He was almost honored when he heard you squeak,

“Checkmate.” He held out his hand and you took it.

“See you next year, Y/N” he smiled. “Don’t expect it to be an easy rematch.”

“I would never assume anything would be easy,” you smiled back at him, “thanks for the game.” You turned back to the crowd for the first time since the match began. Immediately you zeroed in on someone that wasn’t there when it started. He was smiling widely. The officials prevented you from leaving your table. They spoke to you but none of it registered with you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jeonghan.

“Smile,” he mouthed to you. Camera flashes explained what he meant quickly, and you turned to smile at them while the officials were talking with reporters. Eventually, everything settled down and you were able to find Jeonghan leaning against a wall near the window. He once again had a cigarette lazily perched in his fingers.

“You came,” you called to him as you approached. His eyes lit up as he saw you and he reached out to smush the cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

“Of course I did,” he wrapped his arms around you, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“Girls not only can play chess, but they absolutely should, they’re smarter than all of us anyway.” You couldn’t help but laugh, the most freeing feeling after the insane day you had.

“Finally, you see it!”

“Oh shut up, we both know I’m stupid,” you didn’t even have time to agree before he was tilting your head up to give himself access to you. He pressed his lips to yours, a continuation of the apology, showing everyone in the room how proud he was of you and not caring at all who sees anymore.

#1k notes #UM HOW #this was my most self indulgent fic #and yet people LIKED IT ENOUGH FOR 1K #god i can’t even believe it #thank you all so so so much

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#i need this

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miniseokminnies · 23 days ago

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alta vista you are just the silliest

me & my bennie a la vodka…sorry for being sorry @miniseokminnies 😭💘

#bennie’s friends

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