You had never been good at academics. To be fair, you never really cared about them. You spent all your time and energy playing soccer, practicing hard every single day, because this year you were going to get scouted. It was your goal and absolute dream to play in the professional league. He were a sophomore, and you were already captain of the team. You were the youngest team captain in history for your college. You were good and everyone knew it.

But since you was so good, you lacked talent in other areas, which brought you back to your academics.

You tried to take the easiest classes you could to keep your GPA up, because it didn’t matter how great you were, if your grades started to slip, then you weren’t allowed to play. Which is how you found yourself signing up to take an easy elective.

The requirements: Join a club on campus.

You had enrolled so fast that you honestly forgot that he had to choose before the semester started. You didn’t mean to procrastinate, but you didn’t think that all the clubs would be full in just a week. You sighed, seeing that only one club still had availability.

Too bad you didn’t know shit about chess.

You picked up the paper and signed your name anyway. As long as you joined a club, showed up to the meetings, and had your logs signed, then that’s all that mattered.

                            ***

You were running late. It was the first day of club activities, and you were sprinting down the hallway, still in your soccer cleats. Practice went a little over, and you completely lost track of time. You knew it was totally rude to be late on day one.

You dodged multiple people, zigzagging in and out of groups of students as you tried not to crash into them. You were breathing heavily as you finally made it to the west wing room that the sign-up sheet instructed you to go to. You were sweaty and gross from practice, even more so now, but you didn’t have time to worry about that as you pushed the door open.

As soon as you stepped inside, your eyes connected with a guy sitting at a table in the center of the room. He had pushed his glasses higher onto his nose, and he gave him the most confused look he had ever seen before on a person's face.

You were going to say hi, you really were, but you were too busy staring at him. He was incredibly attractive, and it wasn’t often you was stunned silent by someone’s looks. But his eyes pierced yours, and you couldn’t help but think that they looked really pretty. His eyelashes were so long that you could see them from where he was standing. His lips were turned down in a puzzled frown, pink and pouty.

If it weren’t for his dorky glasses and khakis, he probably would be modeling on the cover of a magazine.

“Oh, hi.”

You jumped as a voice sounded beside him, breaking him from his thoughts. You turned to see a boy holding a chessboard in his hands.

“Hi,” you responded, pushing your sweaty hair off your forehead.

“If you’re looking for the soccer fields, they’re behind the South building.”

You turned, hearing the guy sitting at the table speak. His voice was quiet. He was looking down again, and you could see he was setting up chess pieces on the board in front of him.

“Um, no, I just came from there. I signed up for your club? I’m sorry I’m late.” You were still puffing for air. As you said that, the guy next to you made a face like he just remembered something, grabbing a piece of paper from his back pocket.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. I did see that someone else signed up.”

He walked over to the table, setting his chessboard down across from the guy with the pretty eyes and big glasses. He was still busy putting his pieces in place, like he was spacing them to be absolutely perfect. You wondered how long he had been working on that.

“This is great, we’ll have enough people to be an official club on campus if you decide to join.” He grinned widely, and Jisung found that smile was contagious. But it was instantly being wiped when pretty eyes spoke up.

“He can’t join.”