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

13

“What does the gun do to you man?”. His voice hiss a little at the sight of me roughly cleaning the gun and dismantling everything in a wrist-whisk way as I lay them into the flat surface. Glancing up to the five foot one man with a towel around his neck. Thin layer of sweat covering his light skin and his signature glasses. “Hong”, I started acknowledging his presence in which he continued to disturbingly look down at me from where I’m seating. 

“You have to be gentle and careful with these ladies.” He pointed to the pieces of the gun laid in front of us. I only shot him a cold stare. The man can be a little intrusive but I know he means well to me. Horagi and I have been working for special operations most of the time and now, thrown to this side of town with less chaos and more of observation and protection, life slowly comes dull. But not until recently. 

“What's the matter? Out with it.” I didn't answer. In fact I continue on cleaning the parts and putting them back together like the usual. A pause to gather my thoughts and to smoothen things out from my chaotic head space. A chaos I have been keeping ever since that cafe with y/n. 

Jealousy. 

How I hate to admit of the feeling but it was too raw and pure, the emotion that I'm not so acquainted with but in a range within this emotion, I am familiar with. Ever since that night I saw the man pleasuring her, and the shameful deed I did while listening to her gasp and moans of pleasure. It haunts me, beautifully. 

I don't mind not sleeping properly if that voice rings in my head. 

It's shameful. We are supposed to be friends. 

“Is it bad? Liking someone.” Without a doubt he didn't comment on that. Even under the balaclava the man can read my face like some kind of an X-ray vision. “Like someone as a love interest? Right…” He confirms. 

Why are emotions so complicated? If it's killing and field there is only one emotion that must prevail, instinct. Survival. And judgment. It is a black and white thing, kill or be killed. But this? All I can see is a long road with no ends and her figure standing at that long road with no end. 

  “Like a friend but…I like her differently now.” 

  “That's fine, it's normal.”

My attention spans back to the gun checking the aim and the things I put if it's in the right place. Horagi changed and dried himself up while the silence between us put space until he snapped back to me with a curious tone. 

“Is she hot?” 

Already glaring at him and it didn't deter him from taking a step back. “What? I was just asking.” he playfully chuckled at me. Annoying.  

“She is young.” 

After sliding to his top and the last piece of article he crosses his arms and continues to stand in front of me as he gawks at my internal conflict spiraling in the darkest ends. 

His eyebrow cock up. “Young like?”

“Young like, Twenty.” 

Horagi let out a heavy sigh. His lower lip caught between his teeth and grazed. “No. Man.”, a small tug of a smile at the corner of his thin lip. “Too young.” he chuckled as it slowly became a full blown laugh. 

I nod to him in agreement. I know she is. I have acknowledged that long ago but the feeling. The damn feeling, I would be a fool if I say it didn't tempt me– what the fuck am I saying, I'm pass that line. 

“You pass that line, don't you.” My eyes roll from him as he continues to laugh his ass out. 

“You find this funny, don't you?”