Fearless [BTS Fanfic]

~ Chapter 4 ~

"Hi Viktor." The foreign, old man squinted at her through his challenged eyes before recognising her and smiling at her. "Hey Carl, where's Alejandro?" she asked Viktor's opponent. The fifteen-year-old just shrugged without taking his eyes off the chess board. "He doesn't come around here anymore," he said quietly. Gaia nodded and looked around for a free chess table. She was happy to sit there and wait because Al wasn't there, she was happy that the sky was bleak and threatened to rain and sh was happy that it was starting to become colder. The warmth and sunshine demanded optimism and pastel clothing, both of which she didn't own. She watched Carl lean over the board and observe Viktor's pocedure. She suppressed a laugh. She couldn't believe that se was watching an old Ukrainian man covered in liver spots and wearing a patchy, threadbare woollen overcoat teach a young black boy wearing Tommy Hilfiger from head to toe ancient chess moves. She looked away to the right to stop herself from laughing and all the happiness she had felt before vanished away.

Him.

What the hell was he doing here?

God, he was good looking. He wore the same leather jacket as last time but this time his jeans were a dark blue and his Timberlands were purely white. Go away, he ordered him inwardly. Go back to where you belong.

He didn't go away. In fact, he cam very close, too close and Gaia felt her mouth go completely dry. Why did she suddenly care that she had just picked this shirt off the floor of her bedroom? Why did she care about the fact that she hadn't paid much attention to her hair that morning. She looked homeless.

Oh shit, he was looking at the chess board she was sitting at. He glanced at the empty chair across from her.

He was stopping!

He was sitting down!

He was staring her in the eye!

Then she was angry. What, was he on a field trip from normal-people-land? It didn't help that he was the boy who'd appeared uninvited to her fantasy from the coffee shop a few days ago. He was the boy who'd kissed her in the fantasy! For God's sake! "Do you want to play?" he asked just like that. So simple. As if he didn't make her entire body freeze.

He wanted to play her! What?! Didn't he know that it was illegal for someone who looked as good as him to know how to play chess, let alone come close to a board? He simply defied the gods of social stratification. Fine. If he insisted on turning the entire world upside-down, who was she to stop him? She'd play him. She'd use her strategy of 'not having a lue what she was doing' before absolutely demolishing him. She'd hustle enough money out of him to pay for a hundred bags of roasted nuts. She could probably get in two or three quick games before it started to rain.

"Hello?" He bent down to regain eye contact with her.

"What?" she blurted without thinking.

"Do you want to play?"

She was so flustered she didn't know what she was going to do to start the game. "Fine."

"Don't feel like you have to," he said. Oh wasn't he just so honourable?

"No, it's fine. I've only just strted playing myself." God, she sounded like puppet being controlled by someone else.

"Okay, you start, right?"

"No, I mean, I think. Well, we usually-" Dammit. She piked a black pawn and a white pawn and mixed them up behind her back then held them out in closed fists. "You pick." He pointed to the left hand and a white pawn revealed itself. "You go first," she ordered.

He looked hesitant. "Isn't it custom to play for money here?"

"Usually."

"How much?"