Old Love, New Enemy

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PS: I think Konig is slightly an exhibitionist :3 

The next morning, I was awake just before daylight beamed. You'd expect me to be scared of Ghost? Anxious even to be next to him? Not a single chance. It wasn't an easy night, that's for sure. I cried and let it out. I fought it and trained it out. But he didn't get to me. Not that he ever will. I headed to the field, the weight burdening my shoulder as soon as I saw Ghost.

I walked around the field, laptop in hand, overcrammed with work, but I was looking for Konig instead. For some reason, I had the nerve to obsessively look for him. I avoided Ghost at all costs. The trauma was hitting me back, except he knew how to awaken it: in the best most fucked up way possible. Konig wasn't in the main tent, and not in his tent either. Thoughts raced through my head. I tried calling him, but he wouldn't pick up. 

He must've known, I thought to myself. I headed to my tent, feeling brainless, on the verge of crying, and swearing at Ghost all the way to my place except he was there. Both of them were on my sofa. My heart dropped, and my furious steps turned to very steady, uncertain ones.

"Hey!" I awkwardly barked, "What- What are you guys doing here? Both of you?" 

Konig stood up, embraced me, and I immediately thought of how much of a screwed-up mess I made. 

"You okay, Konig? I have been looking for you." I said through the hug... which I desperately ached for all day. 

"Ghost just told me everything," he said, backing away, making space for me to sit down next to him. 

"What did Ghost tell you?" I kept my eyes on him, trying my hardest not to recognize the Grim Reaper's own presence on my sofa. Looking at him would have been suspicious and that was the last thing I needed. Konig is very good to me. I wanted whatever we had to last. But I was also a coward.

"Everything. Your previous service here, the accident..." He paused and his hand reached for mine.

I sighed in relief and tried to keep my thoughts sane. Think good.

"It must have been horrible, baby." 

Oh, baby. I knew what he was doing. 

"What else did Ghost tell you?" I asked, eyes fixed on his.

Ghost immediately cleared out his throat, and grabbed his knife, dramatically, threw it on the table, "I also recall telling you how bad I feel about everything. I do regret it, and I am working on fixing it." he said, only it was directed at Konig, and not me who was right in the middle between them.

"Oh yeah? I am sure you're working very hard on that, Simon." I said, unable to remain sane when talking to him. 

"So very hard." he echoed back.

I scoffed and stood up heading to the fridge, grabbing a pack of ice, and placing it on my shoulder which pained me horribly... due to some manhandling the day before. They both directed their attention at me.

"Are you okay, Linda?" Konig asked, but Ghost didn't seem bothered one bit; knowing that he is the reason behind my distress. He wasn't really planning to leave. Actually, none of them planned to leave. I started to feel uneasy. 

"Let me help," Konig said, reaching out to me. He picked me up and placed me on the counter, taking the ice pack from my hand and soothing the pain instead. I resisted at first but frankly, everything about him is so very hard to resist. 

"Do you trust me?" he said. His words echoed around me like a melody. A soft melody that sooner or later turns mediocre. Last time someone has ever said that to me was Ghost... right before letting go. 

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