You skipped about the base, tying a basket of flowers to each of your close friends door handles. You had spent so much time out in the open fields and a flower shop, putting each basket together for them as a little welcome back. They had just returned from a very risky mission, one that could have cost them their lives.
You skipped around, baskets swaying on your arms as you went from Soap's door to Riley, to Gaz, and finally Price.
You placed the last basket with care, a bright smile on your face. Smooth, no one caught you placing them there.
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"(Y/N), thank you sweetheart. The baskets you left us were adorable."
Price placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you around so you were facing him and the rest of the task force. They each had one of the flowers pinned on their shirts, Ghost didn't look too happy to have it there but who knows how he really feels.
"Of course, I missed you guys and it's the least I could do to welcome you all back home!"
You gave them all that iconic smile, your arms crossed over your chest like you were some kind of superstar.
"(Y/N). Can we talk for a few?"
You turned around on your stool to face the voice, König was standing where the hallway meet the dining room. You nodded at him and quickly put what you were eating to the side, getting up and walking over to him. You waved at the group before being dragged down the hallway to his room.
The once you both were inside his room and the door was shut tight behind him, he let out a long and frustrated sigh.
"What the hell was that! You gave them all some kind of cutesy basket? What happened to what I said about flirting with other men. I told you so many time no to do shit like this and here we are again!"
His words came out fast and snappy, making you feel a bit agitated as well.
"What, I cant give my friends a welcome home basket when they were just out there putting their lives on the line? I can't show them how much I care that they came back alive?"
König stood there, not taking into account that your actions weren't in any way flirty.
"I don't give a shit, I had this talk with you so many times. I thought I was your boyfriend, Is it too much to ask of you to keep away from them, I honestly hate how you work with them. Why don't you just fucking quit, It will be the best if you want to keep this relationship stable."
His words came out like venom, hitting you where it hurt.
"Are you saying our relationship isn't stable right now...I wonder why it isn't. You're so fucking insecure, thinking I am going around looking for any fucking dick to sit on. Every fucking time we come in here you end up accusing me of sleeping with one of my teammates! Every fucking time, I swear to god if I keep letting you talk it will lead to that!"
You took a deep breath, trying not to raise your voice much because you knew that the others were listening.
"It sure as hell seems like it, you don't do that stuff for me."
He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back a bit so he was easily looking down at you without straining his neck.
"I do, every time you come back from a deployment I get you wonders. I get you those stupid small chocolates you love, those blue flowers you told me you loved. So much other fucking stuff too. It's not ever just material items...I give you so much of my free time, it's like we're attached at the hip. I'm rarely ever let out of your sight too, maybe while I'm in the bathroom and during training but I'm still with you, God damnit!"
You huffed out, turning around and storming out of the room. You couldn't stand being in that room anymore with him. You knew he was going to some how make it your fault that the two of you were fighting.
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You sat on Price's bed, clutching onto his shirt as tears streamed down your face.
"If he makes you feel this miserable then why don't you break it off, you're a wreck over what he does..."
Price gently pat your back, trying to sooth your raging emotions.
"But I love him so much...He promised to marry me and everything in between that. I want it to work out but whenever I do something nice for someone he accuses me of sleeping with them!"
You muttered out into his shoulder. his hand on your back helping you calm yourself.
"Maybe...He is?"
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, your heart sinking at the thought of it.
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You sat on your kitchen counter, waiting for your kettle to whistle. It was Saturday so you didn't have to go into work. You wore your boyfriend's hoodie, it was so warm and hung loosely over your torso. Your hair is tied back as neatly as you could get it to be. Your mind was lingering on the statement Price had said.
You wanted to confront your boyfriend about your worries, but would he think the only reason you were asking is because you were doing it.
As if he heard your thoughts, there he was. Sleepy as ever, walking into the kitchen. Probably for his morning cup of tea.
"Good morning."
You mumbled, grabbing him a tea cup and his favorite tea bag. You handed the cup to him, setting out your own.
"Good morning."
There was no sincerity to his words, you just brushed it off, he just woke up. No one really wants to talk right after they wake up, he'll warm up later.
You turned off the stove, pouring water into his cup before yours. Both of you stayed in silence, drinking your tea once it had cooled down enough.
"König, can I ask you something?"
He looked up from his cup and nodded, he didn't keep his eyes on you, he just went back to looking into the tea cup.
"Are you cheating on me?"
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"Are you accusing me of cheating on you? How could you ask such a thing!"
He placed the cup down on its plate, shattering it down the middle.
"I didn't accuse you...I just wanted reassurance. You've been so distant and so cold."
You looked down at the now broken porcelain tea coaster, the pretty pattern split in half.
"You also didn't have to break that..."
König let out a stressed sigh, turning away from you. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it a bit.
"You don't know how much that shit hurts, would I really do that to you? You think I would do that to you, do I look like such a jackass to you?"
"No, you don't."
"THEN WHY SAY SUCH A THING TO ME?"
He turned back to, tears filling his eyes, begging to fall down his perfect face.
"I didn't mean to..."
"End it."
"huh-?"
"Say it, I know you want to."
"König I don't understand."
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"Break up with me, I know you want to."
"I don't-"
"Then leave, go find somewhere else to say. I don't want to see you right now."
