Chess masters ought to know better; ShiroAi; PG (for caelestin)
Chess masters ought to know better (than to lose a game to you)
222 words. PG.
- TeniMyu; ShiroAi
author aoireeza.
summary Aiba plays a game of chess only to lose... and win.
notes for caelestin ♥
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
It’s never just a game when you play with him - it’s a competition, and you’re dead sure you’re bound to win. You’re better at it, after all, better than him at least. He’s never been the strategist; he doesn’t follow plans or scripts or anything of that sort - he prefers to be spontaneous.
You lost, Shirota. Deal with it. He’s got his eyebrows furrowed; you can make him look stupid in a game of chess anytime. Besides, we’re going for another round. You told me you won’t let me win. He scoffs, snorts and shakes his head. Just you wait and see. And then he rearranges the pieces, moves one pawn and you find yourself moving one, too - head for head, a deciding match for whatever; you don’t think you’ll ever know what it is you’re fighting for.
Two hours, twelve minutes, twenty three seconds. I won, I won! He sticks a tongue out at you and you don’t know why you’re smiling while you shake your head. I guess you did. He’s dancing around in circles, singing that one sentence again and again and you find yourself singing the same song as you watch him to his little victory dance - he still looks stupid, but he looks like he’s won just the same. Only just.
I won, I won! You do.
222 words. PG.
- TeniMyu; ShiroAi
author aoireeza.
summary Aiba plays a game of chess only to lose... and win.
notes for caelestin ♥
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
It’s never just a game when you play with him - it’s a competition, and you’re dead sure you’re bound to win. You’re better at it, after all, better than him at least. He’s never been the strategist; he doesn’t follow plans or scripts or anything of that sort - he prefers to be spontaneous.
You lost, Shirota. Deal with it. He’s got his eyebrows furrowed; you can make him look stupid in a game of chess anytime. Besides, we’re going for another round. You told me you won’t let me win. He scoffs, snorts and shakes his head. Just you wait and see. And then he rearranges the pieces, moves one pawn and you find yourself moving one, too - head for head, a deciding match for whatever; you don’t think you’ll ever know what it is you’re fighting for.
Two hours, twelve minutes, twenty three seconds. I won, I won! He sticks a tongue out at you and you don’t know why you’re smiling while you shake your head. I guess you did. He’s dancing around in circles, singing that one sentence again and again and you find yourself singing the same song as you watch him to his little victory dance - he still looks stupid, but he looks like he’s won just the same. Only just.
I won, I won! You do.