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

22

I see her calls. Intentionally not answering it. The way I fucked up that night made me feel guilty. Why in the world did I even touch her– get swayed in the heat of the moment and have sex with her. She was vulnerable, scared and trying to ground herself from that scary incident and yet, I...

She calls again and like any time she did I'd make it face the other way and ignore it. She does not deserve to be treated like that.

No, she deserves an explanation.

She does but here I am unable to talk like an adult. We have to talk about it, tell her that it is not her fault, and she was amazing, and I shouldn't have taken advantage. She deserves those words.

I have deactivated my account to keep me away from checking if she called, messaged or stalked her on her social media. Y/n has a tendency to post whatever she is doing like some high school teenager whenever she is stagnant at work or bored or doing something really enjoyable alone. The technology era really has these millennials and gen-z accompanied with robots and artificial intelligence as if it nannies them. But thanks to these 'technologies' it's easy for me to keep track of her. At least for a bit.

My eyes scan the area one more time, making sure there is no enemy on sight. We have been on the road for 20 minutes, surveying the parameter from the recent terrorist seen at the border. Our unit certainly came handy where it is positioned strategically. Horagi drove the vehicle so silent after his chatty moment asking me about Y/n and what happened that night. I had to tell it, and had to get it out of my system. Now I'm not hearing the end of it until this second. "You good?" I ask, alarmed by his silence.

He sighs, "Yeah, all good." the accent peeking through that tired voice. "Go on, I can drive."

Horagi shakes his head with a tired chuckle, "actually, I can't trust that."

"Excuse me?"

"Listen, when you have something on your mind you tend to be in your own world– I don't fault that and I'm hundred percent supportive." He said with his hands gesturing and flying around. "I get it! You're whipped with the girl, almost obsessive." My eyes flash to him with a warning look. He glanced up at the mirror and I can't even see if the man smirked back to me– which I can tell he did. "Almost." He said again as if reminding me that my action is almost questionable.

I can't be at fault here, can I? The woman is practically alluring, a siren song, a good wine that is too irresistible to resist to drink up after a long day's work. Y/n is a painting at a gallery that even is placed at a dissolute corner, her alluring gaze, herself still occupying and highlighting that isolated room.

"You underestimate me too much, Horagi." I shake my head as I run the side of my rested rifle. His other hand free up while the other still is in the steering wheel, the other raises up to his head as he shrugs his shoulder. "I'm just pointing out the obvious, man." I almost scoff sarcastically at that.

"Y/n... I'm worried for her. What happened last night and what happened to her..." thinking about it made me want to hit myself to a hard brick wall, punishing my action towards her. "You aren't exactly helping either, man." I glanced at him for a short second as my emotion spiraled to the guts. "Can I do something to at least rectify this stalemate?" With a sarcastic humorous tone, "Talk to her." I felt my pulse stop for a beat when Horagi suggested that "No." I said firmly. "Are you running away?" My brow knitted up and my lips thinned, "Running? Not my style." Horagi burst into a laugh, occasionally glancing to my direction through the mirror. "And if you're not running, what are you actually doing? You talk about Y/n this, Y/n that yet all of those resulted in a stalemate." His words cut deep. It stings and I couldn't even get mad at him for being inconsiderate.