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

20

His touches are tentative and soft as it lingers. I couldn't help noticing how different his hand size was to mine when I passed over the fries' bowl that we mixed both medium fries into one and his hand brush to mine as take the said bowl. I decided to invite him to my apartment. After that incident I don't feel like I want to be alone, the thoughts plagued me of 'what if no one came to my rescue.' or what if I didn't notice the man, will I be found in a ditch somewhere, it was scary. I have not had any similar experience before– not that I want to– enough– when Konig came, I was a lucky bitch that I met Dane on her little date with Johnny (man), I was safe. Nothing that has happened to me that can be listed as one of the worst. I should thank my guardian angels.

Next was the small platter of tomato ketchup which he waved and went back to the coffee table. "Is this enough for you?", he asked. The Mcdonald run made me buy some good food at his expense. He was so kind– wait, he is always kind to me, gentleman and patient. Although I realize I couldn't really figure the man out even this close, or his expression, it was as if he had full muscle control over those things, even if he was concerned.

"Yes, I'm not really hungry." Contrary to what I said, I am hungry. It was not hours ago, now I am. I was stubborn to admit it and just wanted to go home to cry but the moment that Konig told me he was going home I reached out for him.

"So, tell me, what actually happened?" He finally asked, it also swamp my head to what actually happened, but my head all went blank and when I really think about it redirect me to my initial emotion, fear.

"Someone followed me while I'm out drinking, I did not know for how long, but I was sure that if he did in fact followed me out then he's probably there with me and watching me all the way until I finish a project." That sent chills to my spine and chilled the back of my neck.

"True. Did he not do anything to you?" His eyes attentive to mine, and just then I realized he didn't put back his face mask, crazy how conscious he is with his face around people that no one actually see his face, probably military thing but, him, he had his black face mask down under his chin, the living room warm light reflecting to his face and features that can lose virginity by looking at it. Ragged, he was like good wine aged perfectly, despite those face scars he looks so damn fine. My lips parted as I found my next words without the mix of hormones. "No...He did not." A deep breath coming out from my lung, a relief–maybe. "No. God no."

"Shh... It's okay, you're safe now, Y/n."

Yes, I am and for a weird reason that was all because of Konig.

"Next time, avoid that place alright? We don't know if he is going to come back in that area in hopes to see you and maybe finish what the God knows what plan to do." His voice despite how it sounded soothed me, both soul and body. It tingles. The fuck are we going down Y/n, stop it.

I simply nod as I put a spoonful of Mcdonald caramel hot fudge into my mouth, the caramel mix with its cream melted instantly giving that euphoria that just blossoms of taste to my tongue, instantly helping my mood, calming the nerves that had been disturbed.

Konig eats his fries in silence while I simply and occasionally glance at him as I alternate with dipping my fries to the sundae and eating it directly, both ways taste divine.

"Thank you for staying." He glanced at me as I tried to break the silence between us that slowly felt awkward. He probably does not want to be here, and he just can't help but oblige me after all that event was in fact terrifying.

"No, it's okay. I am also worried and if me being here with you helps you feel safe, I'll gladly stay as much as you need me to." Fuck, that tugged my heart strings.