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

15

"You what!?", her eyes almost gauging out from her socket as she received the news. My lips pressed together and the phantom feeling of his lips sucking into mine, how his tongue danced with mine. And God, his hands that strongly hold me down while he lets me take a lead. I wasn't drunk enough to not remember, honestly, it's a shame he sent me home.

"I'm pretty sure he sent you home not because you're drunk but because he didn't think of doing it with you." Dane slurps the iced coffee with twirly whipped cream with grazed caramel on top. Her lashes flutter as if mocking me, but I know her so much that she only wants to see a raise in me.

"Ouch." I raised my brow at her as I continued to daze back thinking of 'what if'.

What if we really did it all the way, I bet it would be amazing.

What if he will not see me as a friend anymore.

What if he doesn't want to see me and whenever we meet, he will feel awkward.

But do I really see him as a friend though?

Konig does not feel like a friend to me, not some potential fling either. He was none. Just some person who I would like to hang out with more in the future, but I didn't think labels attached to him.

He is wayyy older than me, more experienced and about last night, I don't think he will stick around.

Do I like that? No, I do not.

Silently slurping at the empty cup as it makes that stagnant slurping inside a plastic cup, lost in thoughts Dane snap, "okay, okay. Seriously, don't do that." Her brow knitted with judging eyes. I can't reciprocate any feelings because I don't know where to fucking start.

It's like that feeling when you're so lost in a semester and you can't say 'I'll do better next exam' cause there is no more next exam and you're in between begging your professor for extra work and you are so certain that they will give you a shameful statement or you can either hope for the grades to pull at the last straw, hanging but not failing. The feeling of helplessness, frustration, and confusion.

Strong emotion surges through me, weighing my shoulder while my back slowly melts onto the backrest of the chair. Time like this good coffee heals everything, not the solution but it is an answer, but not to this personal crisis. And I'm slowly hating it.

"So", Dane's lips pucker slightly like a duck before she snaps it before we continue on discussing my horrible decision making. "How or what is he feeling about it?".

Heavy sigh, and heat forms to my back as it presses further to the comfortable cushion of the cafe chair. It's a simple answer that I can say both can be answered by words along the expression lane or actual words, if that we have a proper conversation of that. Silence between us and both our eyes in sync to look. By the look of her eyes looking to my eyeballs, she already knew the answer. My assumption is answered by her deliberate slurping sound when she slowly gets annoyed.

"You are a fucking idiot." She said slow and I didn't protest.

"Well, how do you feel about him, Y/n. Do you even like the guy?" Another loud answer of silence.

No.

Dane moaned out a 'hm' word and looked at me with another judgmental look. The corner of her lips tugged to a curve before she lightly curled those delicious lips and caught them between her teeth. My tongue is still at rest at the roof of my mouth as I try to humanize myself and accept.

It was not, indeed, acceptable behavior for me. I didn't know where I got that bravery that night. I was a bitch, a slut, by just seeing his gorgeous back tattoo hugely plastered to that godly and well sculpted muscle. That night proved that I had no self-control.