𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝟭

chess ; jackson

jackson as boyfriend

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The dark, hazel eyes, flick around the white-black tiled of the chessboard, scanning it for any form of weakness. Licking his lips slowly, you could almost see the gears in his head turning, sifting through all the possibilities the game could go. He was even sweating, beads of sweat dotted on his forehead.

Your hand at your mouth, attempting to stifle your giggles as you saw him from the opposite end of the table. Sensing that you were clearly making fun of him, he glared at you across the tiny soldiers of black arranged neatly in a row.

'What's so funny?' he asked, looking at you balefully.

'You know you can just well, start right?' you giggled, hand waving to his chess pieces which had remained in the same positions for the last 15 minutes.

'Yeah of course I know that,' he scoffed, although there was a slight hint of panic in his eyes, as he moved a pawn directly to the WRONG spot.

Cue another round of giggles. 'Jackson,' you said softly, amusement glinting in your eyes, as you gently place your hand over his and directed his pawn to the proper spot. Blushing scarlet, he tried to maintain his ego. 'Obviously it was there,' he said haughtily. 'I was just testing you,' he spluttered as an excuse.

Seeing through his flimsy excuse, you let it go, shaking your head in response, moving another chess piece to play. And this was how both of you sat for the next half an hour as you advanced your strategy slowly cutting of his defenses before finally, your index felled his king.

'Checkmate' you whispered, pleased that you had won but at the same time worried at the devastated look on his face. You knew the one thing that Jackson hated was: LOSING.

'Hey,' you said gently, slowly packing up the chess pieces, glancing at him. 'Are you feeling okay?' you asked, arranging the pieces into your little battered wooden chess board which doubled as a container, folding it with care, as if it was made of glass.

'Hmm?' he replied, glancing up. 'Yeah,' he said, giving you a sad smile.

Placing your chess set carefully on the table, you slid next to him, leaning against his shoulder, enjoying the bands of tight muscle beneath his black T-shirt. 'What's wrong?' you asked, knowing that he clearly WASN'T feeling okay.

'It's just,' he sighed roughly, running a harsh hand through his dark hair. 'I wanted to you know, be able to do something that you used to do with your father. I know how much you miss playing chess with him,' he said sadly, looking at you, reminding you of the recent passing of your dad, and the way he sat you down every weekend to play a game of chess. It became a way for both of you bond and you loved it when you managed to beat him.

Touched, you pressed a small kiss on his check, but he turned his head a little until your lips reached the corner of his mouth, causing him to break into that radiant smile you loved.

'I love you for who you are, you don't need to do anything to show me otherwise,' you said.

'But I still want to play with you,' he insisted. 'I'll practise with you until I get good at it,' he vowed. 'I am THE Wang Jackson after all,' he joked, sliding an arm around your shoulders, back to his usual self.

'Well, if you really mean it,' you grinned mischeviously, reaching out for the precious chess set, opening it back up. 'Another round?' you asked, setting it up smoothly, eyebrows raised in challenge.

'Bring it on (Y/N)' he said, accepting your challenge, with that usual smirk in the corner of his mouth, making you wonder if you should go easy on him this time.