Soap did indeed go look for könig. So he walk down the hallway and looked for his door, knocking on it gently when he finally found it.
"Soap?" König mumbled when he opened the door, soap just looking at him and smiling. "May I come in kö?" He asked, könig smiled at the nickname though his hood prevented anyone from seeing it soap could still tell due to the way his eyes closed slightly.
König pulled the door open wider and stepped out of the way to allow the smaller man to enter.
He closed the door and invited soap to follow him in taking a seat on his bed, once they both sat down soap slid his arm around the Austrians waist and pulled him closer.
"uh, Soap?" König sounded anxious, well he always did when he received any sort of physical attention or contact. Not that he hated it, he's just not used to positive attention in any sort of way.
A small 'mmhm?' was all soap replied with.
"Is something wrong, maus?" könig asked as he turned his head to look at soaps face. Soap didn't reply he just sighed and placed his hand on königs thigh, the Austrian just blushing and almost jerking away in reply unsure of how to feel about a hand being that close to- you get what I'm trying to say.
A few minutes passed in pure silence, soap would say it was a comfortable maybe even relaxing silence. Different from the silence he found when around ghost, not a 'fuck off' type of silence.
König didn't think the same. The silence was worrying, it made him even more anxious then he already was. God he wishes soap would just get to the point he hated waiting for answers, he felt like he was gonna vomit.
The Austrian started picking at the rough feeling fabric of his gloves trying his best not to pick at the loose piece of dark thread that started to become out of place and loose on the palm of the glove.
"Bitte, soap what's happening. Tell me, Maus." König whined, desperate for soap to speak and break this uncomfortable silence. "Ah, nothing just the normal. Stuff with ghost blah blah." Soap sighed and looked up from his lap, smiling at könig.
"Oh, I see." The Austrian replied with a yawn. Honestly he was quite tired he wasn't sure why just dealing with peoples problems gets exhausting after the 8th time they come to you instead of just settling things out witu eachother 1 on 1. Ghost and soap reminded könig of middle school couples. They refuse to communicate their problems instead they just lash out at eachother and go crying to their friends about everything.
And sadly könig was that friend.
König adjusted where he was sitting to face away from soap. He reached up and began playing with the rough edges of his hood kinda debating whether he should remove it or not, soaps seen his face before. Only once though, but he shouldn't be this nervous.
The Austrian tightened his grip on the fabric and removed it from his face, holding it in his hands. His sniper hood was his comfort item. Soap told him that's something he and ghost have incommon. König didn't take it as a compliment. He didn't hate ghost or anything he just didn't like being compared to people, makes him feel less than the other person he's being compared to.
The Austrian turned back around to look at soap who was already looking at him with a smile that looked more genuine then the one he had earlier. "There's my sweet boy" soap almost whispered as he reached his hands up to cup the Austrians cheeks. König smiled, the large cut on the side of his lip tugging upwards slightly. "You're beautiful, you know that kö?" Soap spoke, "yes, sir." König replied.
Soap had completely forgot the reason he had came here. He's to distracted by the fact könig had his hood off.
Soap crawled further onto the bed, könig following behind him. The two layed down, soap eventually big spooning könig. Despite their height difference könig was always little spoon, he enjoyed being held like that it's oddly comforting. Comfort isn't something the Austrian got to experience often. Soap cupped the Austrians face again and placed soft kisses all over the man's forehead. König giggled at the action, a soft shade of rouge covering his face. (Oh we saying French words now? How fucking fancy of me.) "Soap, I..I love you Maus" König smiled as he nuzzled into soaps chest. Soaps hand began playing with the taller mans overgrown strawberry blonde hair, "oh, könig. I love you too but.." soap sighed. "But, but what?" König replied as he tended up, no longer able to relax in the arms of the man he loved oh so dearly. "It's.. this.." soap struggled to find the correct words to describe whatever the hell was happening and whatever him and the tall man were. They certainly weren't romantic partners though. "we're just friends, teammates könig. I'm sorry." Soap finally got out.
König jerked away from his touch. Oh. "Oh.. but I thought.." könig started, not wanting to finish. He was just lead on for all of it to just be show. König finally understand what he meant. John used könig to make ghost jealous that's why he always came to him when they fought.
König sat up and moved away from soap, everything felt awkward now. The silence was uncomfortable, unnerving. He felt overwhelmed. He stood up and grabbed for his hood before he could shed any tears. 'I'm a full grown man and I'm crying over a crush?' Was repeating in his almost blank mind. 'I'm pathetic' he repeated in his thoughts.
"Kö, I'm sorry. Fuck im sorry." Soap mumbled as he realized the big fucking mistake he made.
"Leave." König spoke, his voice sounded rough and tears rolled down his face, the black paint around his eyes running down his cheeks. Thank god he had his sniper hood on.
"What?" Soap asked.
"Get out. Now." König growled as he began to sob. He pointed to the door and looked anywhere but at soap.
Soap took the hint and left, picking himself up and walking out the door. All he does is fuck up.
The Austrian sat on his bed basically collapsing in on himself, just sobbing and trying his best to muffle his wails and crys. God he sounded pathetic.
Maybe the things he was told in school were rights.
'You're unlovable'
'You look like a monster look at your scars!'
'You're huge you're like a giant.'
'You're an ugly crier'
'It's impossible to love someone like you.'
Why were people so cruel to him, no, why ARE people still so cruel to him.
König curled up into fetal position and reached his arm around to his pillow, quickly looking for a certain item. He found it, eventually. It was a beat up old ikea shark plushie. His aunt had gifted it to him when he was a child and he grew an emotional attachment to it. Now he basically can't live without it.
Gaz told him it was cute and he used to have a plushie like that but lost it when he moved out.
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Soap walked down the hall to his own room and walked into the room, slamming the door behind him. Oh, he was fucking pissed. Not just at himself but at ghost, and könig. He didn't know why though. He was just angry. He wanted to break something, to hit someone. But fuck it was late. He just needs to sleep, soap sighed and opened his dresser drawer and grabbed an old tee shirt and a pair of boxers to put on for sleep.
After he changed before he could get into bed there was a knock at his door. John just sat down and chose to ignore it. He was to tired for other people's bull shit right know.
The person knocked once, twice, three times before soap groaned and got up to answer it.
Soap opened the door and before he could speak he was met with:
"Soap, we need to talk."
