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It was one of these Sundays you’d better spent indoors, snuggled up on the couch with a lot of trash food in reach and some sappy/funny/cute movie playing on the TV. Rainy, cold, grey and no change of the current conditions in immediate reach.
That was at least your idea. Your boyfriend had seemingly other ideas on his mind. Especially if the box in his hands was any indication.
“Chess?” you asked slightly surprised when you saw what the box was about. The smile he gave you should have been the first warning that this wasn’t going to be just chess.
You weren’t big on chess if you were honest. You had played it once or twice before and knew that gave your opponent an advantage, but you were proud to be able to say you at least knew the moves and which figure could make what move.
“A special kind of chess,” Namjoon smiled and you were sure something was up.
You took the box from him and put it on the table behind you, opening it and looking what was inside that could make it special. Maybe it was a special edition kind of set, like Harry Potter, Star Wars, Star Trek or Lord of the Rings figures as chess figures. Truth be told, Kim Namjoon wasn’t really the type for that, but well, what other ‘special’ could it be?
“Looks rather normal to me,” you pondered, taking out one of the figures.
“It’s not the set that is special. More the way you play it,” he said, taking out all the figures as if you’d already agreed.
You thought about his words for a moment. The way you play it? As far as you knew there was only one way of playing chess. Unless you counted speed-chess as playing it a different way. But even that followed the same rules as far as you were aware.
You looked slightly confused at your boyfriend, who just smiled at you for a moment, before he elaborated a bit.
“For every figure you take of your opponent, he or she loses a piece of clothing…”
And now you understood his smile from earlier.
In your rather short life so far you had heard about a lot of things. Strip Poker, Seven minutes in heaven, truth or dare and Spin the bottle. You had at one stage in your previously 20-somewhat years participated in each of these things once or more. But the concept of Strip Chess was new to you.
Leave it to your boyfriend Kim Namjoon to introduce you to the darker side of geekism.
“Darker side? And geekism isn’t a word, baby,” he said, laughing about your statement.
“Well, how else would you call it other than darker side?” you asked, laughing back at him.
“Expanding your horizon,” he simply stated with a smirk. You smirked back, wondering what this meant for your afternoon – though you had a fairly clear idea about Strip Chess and the rest of this rainy Sunday.
“Do my horizon needs expanding?” you asked innocently and heard him laugh wholeheartedly.
“Not really, jagi. But as you might know by now, I’d like to introduce new things to this relationship occasionally…” he said, still smirking. And you had to gulp. Oh did you know. If his introductions weren’t of a sexual nature – and there were quite a few introductions – they were about activities that you never even thought about trying. As a matter of fact – Namjoon was constantly broadening your horizon.
“Ok,” you said, agreeing. “What are the rules?” You were fairly certain there weren’t any actual rules other than the ones that applied to actual chess and the minor addition of losing a garment with every figure that was taken by the other one. And he pretty much confirmed it by saying the same thing you had already figured.
He asked your choice in color and you choose white. “Like innocence,” you added, hearing him laugh.
“As if,” he just said, indicating that you were the one to start this rather interesting afternoon activity.
It were about four minutes – you actually checked on your phone – until he took your first figure. And you had to admit you were rather proud. Four minutes without losing a figure – that was probably quite decent for someone who hardly ever played.
You got rid of your cardigan and already started doing the math of how many times you could actually lose before you were sitting here fully naked. And let’s be honest, your boyfriend was a genius, of course you’d be the one sitting here naked. He would probably let you take a few of his figures to make it somewhat interesting and give you an incentive, but at the end of the day it would be you without clothes when this was over. Not that he wouldn’t follow down that route after the game was done.
Half an hour later and you were only in your black lace underwear by now – and that only thanks to a bit of negotiating with Namjoon that, yes, your earrings, bracelet, necklace and hair tie did in fact count as clothes as well – in the furthest most possible sense.
Your boyfriend on the other hand had only lost his socks and shirt by now. And the fact that he was sitting opposite of you with his well-toned body on display for you might have resulted in you losing two or three figures – but it wasn’t really your fault that he was so distracting now, was it?
You looked at the board in front of you and your possible next moves. The options were limited and all of them were less than ideal. Namjoon had tricked you very well into a corner you couldn’t really escape from. No matter what your next move was, he would be winning this game in less than four moves. Though you weren’t really certain how winning was actually determined. Did it mean to play until the end of the game or until someone had no more clothes to shed? Or whatever happened first of these two? Maybe you should have asked that beforehand. Not that it really mattered.
You let out a sigh, deciding on your horse and moved it to the appropriate spot on the board. You had just finished your move when you realized your mistake. Shit!
“I just realized I forgot to mention one more rule …” Namjoon said, not making the move you knew he’d do, but looking at you.
“What’s that?” you asked, knowing you had lost pretty much at this stage.
“Whoever wins the game gets a wish,” he added, smiling at you in a way that you knew the sort of wishes he was talking about. Sexual favors. You hardly had a moment to think about what he had said, when you saw him make his move.
“Checkmate!”