privilege. seungjin

3.

seungmin didn't know why he was back, he couldn't believe he was convinced to come back. sure, he was good at it, but does that mean he enjoys it? no. it doesn't.

he hates the way men stare at him, as if he were nothing compared to the almighty gods that they were. he hates the way they demand rematches, the way they curse and call him horrible variations of gay. he hates the way they touch him, trying to distract him from his main goal, which was winning.

he needed the money, in a very personal and selfish way. he needed it so he, himself, could survive and thrive to continue this line of thievery.

tonight was no different than any other he spent in this horrid building. an older man sat across from him, his face showing distress and uncertainty as seungmin kept his in a plain neutral, sometimes pouting to keep the other guessing. the man couldn't be any younger than 40, yet here he was making sexual slurs to a minor while his wife was off on the slot machines, making use of her time away from her husband.

it took no time at all for this mans whole pile of pride and honor to crumble, as seungmin was declared winner, the man angrily charged towards the small boy, pulling at his neatly tucked in shirt, demanding a rematch as something wasn't fair.

seungmin was tired, he had well over 50,000 in winnings for the night, he wanted to go home. though, his own pride was stopping him from telling the man straight out that he refused to rematch him; so, he made use of his eyes in the black lighting to quickly search for any excuse to leave.

his eyes landed on a tall boy, he couldn't be any older than seungmin, he had on a dark button up tucked in his expensive dress pants. the boy was with two others, both slightly shorter though still tall. the others eyes were fleeting around the room, desperately searching for something, while this boy was staring off in the distance.

he seemed uninterested. seungmin could use that.

"ah, sorry my boyfriends here, i'll catch you later, yeah?" seungmin said cutely as he patted the old mans arm and escaped his grasp, walking quickly over to the handsome male he saw just a second before.

"hel-"

"holy shit! s!" the one of the right of the handsome male said, his body small and wobbly as he pointed a shaky finger in seungmin's direction.

"yes, hi, um, can i borrow your friend?" seungmin asked, grabbing the arm of the taller male.

"no! you need to play against me, c'mon i've been waiting days for you to come back." the smallest one dragged out his letters, begging seungmin to play against him.

"i can do it tomorrow or something, i really need to leave right now, so i'll be borrowing this one." seungmin stated as he dragged the tallest one out of the card room.

"uh? what am i needed for?" the tall male asked.

"oh! this guy was trying to like, fight me, so i needed an excuse to leave. i don't think he saw you but he probably did, so i don't know how good it's going to be if you go back, very sorry." seungmin went on, "i can split some of my earnings from the night with you as payment though."

"oh, uh no it's ok. who are you though?"

"i'm seungmin, or-well, s, i guess." seungmin stuttered, "who are you?"

"i'm hyunjin, it's nice meeting you seungmin." hyunjin smiled and looked at the hand that was still firm on his bicep.

"oh, please don't tell anyone my name. i don't know why i told you." seungmin released himself from hyunjin's arm and looked down in embarrassment, he may be a good gambler, but that doesn't mean he knows how to be cool around attractive people.

"it's okay, i won't tell anyone. how about, instead of money, you give me your number? i think that's a better prize than money, you know?"

seungmin's face erupted in a blush as he made his way over to the earnings booth so he could cash in his money, "oh, uh sure, yeah." seungmin took the pen from the desk where he previously dumped all of the chips he had and rolled up hyunjin's sleeve to be able to write.

"you're writing it? i can just give you my phone to put it in" hyunjin suggested, as he watched seungmin scribble his number in slightly messy handwriting, putting a little heart at the end.

"so if it comes off by the time you go to put it in your phone then you'll have to find me again to get it." seungmin smiled up at hyunjin and took the cash handed to him.

he turned to leave the building immediately after, leaving hyunjin behind with a small blush and an inked number on his wrist.