Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

4

The heavy smell of manly cologne and lingering nicotine smell mixed with the feeling of what I can point out as a body heat. My eyes blink and instantly roam at the corners I can see at one side before I seat up on the white bedsheet, the room with slight mess, article of clothes-- some of those are mine, and shoes which pair are completely thrown off. Curtain half open at far corner. The yellow lamp light only glowing the dark room at my side. One last look before my head snap saying I should get out here. I jump out of bed and the first thing that my eyes land is my mini dress that I wore last night. The hangover kicks in making me groan in discomfort while I deny myself to look back to who I am with. The way they breath is the only sound that tells me, I am not alone in this bed and that there is a man who took me home with them and a wild drunk sex happen. What the fuck am I doing. My first night with a man is taken because I'm drunk and I can't even remember how the fuck that feels or what goes down that night, hell, can I remember what actually happen after the dancing at the dancefloor like a wild party animal. My head slowly turn to the side only to bring back to the other to avoid glancing to what I see is a man's body. My mental scream echoing to my head and decided to step out from the bed and pick up the clothes I have been wearing last night, eyes searching for my shoes.

"Ungodly awake at this hour." He groaned making me freeze on the spot. The rattle of the bedsheet made a noise as the sound of him shifting and standing up from the bed, I slowly look back and see the man with dark brunette hair almost black, dark brown eyes and a familiar gaze, almond looking shape eyes that I swear to God, stared at me before. "Good morning. Early bird, are we?" His lips form into a slight smile. As I check from his face down to his well-toned abs. The man has some arm tattoo that goes all the way to his forearm and end before reaching near his shoulder prior to the armpit level of the arm. His muscle flexed when his topless self, cross his arms and lean his weight to the other side of his feet. "Good morning, I kind of need to go." Not in my imagination had I imagine myself having a one-night stand like this. I always had envisioned to sleep with the man I like or at least know what happen to the night prior in the aftermath morning then proceed with awkward chat or smile while still hanging out in bed while slowly talking about life or have another second round because I can't remember anything. "Running away?", his brow raises and damn, I can't deny how handsome he is. His face scream everything that check the box of facial standard of mine. "No, I'm not running, I have work and I'm late." I excuse, a white lie to let me out of his den, even he won't agree, I won't be staying long to a stranger's place.

"I was about to invite you to breakfast." His expression went from an amused look then drop to one that can only say disappointment. I'm sorry to say but I can cook my own breakfast, thank you very much. --Rather, buy it.

"Are you sure you're not staying?", He added while my hand work itself as if muscle memory to slip myself back to the dress mindlessly. "You know, I'd love to join you (not), but I should really go. I'm running late." My excuse went blunt at the word 'late' and prolonged then adding a lip thinning expression. Eventually he gave me a nod then his hands move to his hips while he look at me down, the tall man never miss the chance of proving what I'm missing. Damn memory, I would really want to remember what happen. Before the man can say anything, I slip into my shoes and went to slight jog walk to the door. "Nice to meet you, but whatever happen last night, it's great." I drop another lie because I really can't remember anything. And if I stay and ask the conversation will stretch longer and my excuse won't be viable anymore. Part of me want to ask though, but what? My hand grabs my bag and hope I don't leave anything behind cause damn, I don't know what to do but to call him back except if it isn't important. And I hope whatever I forgot fall to the 'non-important' category. "Alright Ms. Y/n." My eyes glazed at him, and he give me that devilish charming smirk while my palm and finger wrap at the doorknob twisting it to open before slipping myself out. So, I really did give him my name. "Yeah, you too!"