bts oneshots

chess ~ knj

"Teach me how to play?"

The stuffy library held many curiosities. Old books with yellowing pages, covered in stains and dust; new shiny glossy hardbacks from the latest authors and weather beaten text books with missing pages, stained with a mix of tears and coffee stains. The library was huge with large windows covered in blinds; messy desks scattered with open books and sofas with squishy pillows and was packed with students mulling about like zombies. Some shelves were piled high with old board games and muddled packs of cards but they weren't used very often. The air was stuffy and hot, filled with the smell of ink and pages.

You had just gotten off from school and were flipping through some textbooks trying to find a related source to complete your assignment. The day had been long and tough and your shoulders ached from the constant hunching. You longed to go home and relax yet you were determined to get this assignment off your hands.

You stifled a yawn, getting up to scoop up another pile of textbooks from the shelf. As the books were taken from the shelf and into your arms a small gap was made and you stuck your head in as if it were a small window. You glanced around the tables, seeing glum students working or some leaning back in chairs with novels and earphones. You sighed returning to your table and saw that someone had decided to sit opposite you.

You sat down and your heart skipped a beat as he glanced at you before turning back to his book. He had messy brown hair, gelled so that it stuck up slightly. His features were soft and delicate; with light brown eyes covered in geek glasses with thick black frames. His small nose was scrunched up in concentration and his soft pink lips bent slightly at the corners. He had broad shoulders which were prominent in his t-shirt-flannel outfit and it took all your willpower to not stare at his figure. You turned back to your books but were interrupted by a light tap on the shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

You looked up abruptly, making eye contact with the man in front of you who was smiling. It was dazzling with adorable dimples and it took you a few seconds to compose yourself.

"Uh hi," you replied, shaking the pristine hand he offered.

"I'm Namjoon, and you are..?" his voice was deep and mellow, it sounded calm, like the ocean.

You told him your name and he smiled again, looking down at his book sheepishly.

"Well, uh, I was wondering if you... well if you knew anything about chess?"

"Chess?" you replied, trying to disguise the confusion in your voice.

"Yeah... I have to do an internship at this old home but I know none of the games they play," he said with a sigh, showing you the book he was reading. It had a red hard cover and was called Classic Games, Version 4.

"Four versions huh?" you said, taking the book out of his hand and flipping through the pages.

"Crazy right?" he said with a laugh, "So...?"

"Um yeah, I know how to play, I used to play with my grandfather all the time," you replied, smiling fondly, recalling those afternoons in the sun.

"Teach me? Please?" he implored, his eyes widening slightly.

"Sure, but we'll need a chess set." you deadpanned.

You watched as he stood up and walked over to one of the dust coated shelves that was piled high with old games. He climbed the creaky step ladder that looked as if it would break any minute and scanned the shelf looking for a chess set. Suddenly his features lit up as he grabbed a flat box covered in black and white squares. Somehow he managed to lose his balance and wobbled precariously on the ladder before grabbing some boxes to stop himself from falling.

All at once, the entire shelf of games clattered to the floor, counters and dice flying everywhere, wrecking the peaceful silence. Namjoon tripped in shock and landed on his back squeezing his eyes shut and cussing silently.

You stifled a laugh and apologised to the few people who had looked up from their books before walking over to Namjoon and helping him up. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave an embarrassed smile before helping you pick up the boxes and counters. You were crawling on your hands and knees, picking up pieces as you laughed silently, glancing at Namjoon who was doing the same, visibly flustered. You focused on the musty carpet, thick with fluff and suddenly felt a pang of pain on your forehead. You looked up and came face to face with a pair of glasses. You had collided with Namjoon and after seeing Namjoon's distraught expression you couldn't hold back your laughter. Namjoon looked offended but then joined in and the two of you laughed till tears were streaming down your cheeks and you had received several glares from onlookers.

After a good few minutes, you set up the board and taught him the names and moves of each piece. He was a fast learner and by your third game he had you in checkmate. You continued to play for hours, making jokes and teasing while knocking out each piece one by one. Time seemed to fly with Namjoon and you felt the tiredness leaving you as you watched his eager, curious eyes and childish smile every time he caught one of your pieces.

You leant back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head as you let out a sigh. You caught Namjoon glancing at you from the corner of your eye and leaned forward, placing your face in your hands. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall and you sat up in shock.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I just saw the time, it's so late! I have loads of work to do." you responded, scooping the textbooks into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

"Oh I'm sorry..." mumbled Namjoon, clearing the board and organising the pieces in the box.

"No, no! Aha I had fun.." you answered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and glancing at the ground, "Well... it was nice meeting you Namjoon."

A feeling of sadness washed over you as you turned away and began walking to the exit, wondering if you'd ever see him again. You had just made it to the sliding glass doors when you felt a hand grabbing your wrist. You turned around to see a flustered Namjoon who dropped your wrist as if it were as hot as coals and stood for a few seconds, shifting from one foot to another, "Uh, um, could I maybe- uh, have your number?" he stuttered out.

You smiled at his awkwardness, nodding and took his phone to enter in your number. He returned the smile and waved a little as you walked down the stone steps into the soft glow of the evening sunlight, a feeling of happiness and accomplishment filling your heart.

A/N: heyy guys, I hope you're all doing good <3 

I don't really like this part because I feel like I could've written it a lot better but I wanted to update fast so I might take it down for editing later. 

Um I hope you enjoyed this and please give me feedback where I could improve. mwuah <3.

beep bloop: Friday, 15th May, 2020