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

26

Bear is still missing, and Riley is not picking up. I can barely even think of where else I could have misplaced it, or was I the one who misplaced it? I search the apartment again, eyes darting over every inch, and I start to notice things—items that aren't mine. Things that are too manly, too big to be mine.

Out of real paranoia that someone snuck in and made a living of my own home while I was out, I even rechecked my belongings. My wardrobe. My drawers.

Even my panties.

YES, my goddamn panties—just to see if a pair is missing.

None.

Is there a ghost? A phantom going around putting strange items?

I don't know.

No fucking answer.

The rapid knock on my door startles me, but I ignore it, phone in hand, pacing. Phone screen says Simon Riley, in its fourth ring yet still no answer.

"König?" I whisper to myself, then curse. No. No, I can't call him. He'd ask and I don't have answers, I barely even have for myself. He'd know something's off, and I'd hate to burden him with my problem.

I rake my fingers through my hair, breath coming faster. This isn't normal.

This can't be normal.

"Breaking news, Buildings are now closed under quarantine. Citizens are asked to stay indoors until military aid is on the way. This is not a simple announcement but a cautionary warning," the newscaster says from the loud, almost obnoxious break of the audio of my classmate who just happened to come across a newsreel then followed by the sudden raise of chatters. My phone vibrates, then another vibration—then another—and then a chorus.

Everyone's phones are going off at once. The alarm. That piercing, gut-twisting national alert that usually means disaster.

Disaster.

My screen lights up: NATIONAL ALERT.

My breath hitch to my throat and my ears got that sudden static sound that only made me hear my breathing on top of that my eyes focused intensely one face to another then the walls.

White walls.

White walls.

The air in the classroom is suddenly heavy. Suffocating.

Chatters die down then raise again while each face turns pale. The teacher walks in, calm—too calm, like they're trying to be the anchor in the growing chaos then fails miserably.

"Everyone," they start, their voice steady, but the tightness around their eyes betrays the calm, "As you may have seen, the city is now under quarantine. This is not a drill. The situation is being managed. Please stay indoors and avoid unnecessary movement."

A stillness takes over.

Silence—a silence so thick it feels like it could smother me.

My mind goes blank. The bear. The strange items. Riley not picking up.

Dane...

Konig?

And now... this?

My fingers tighten around my phone, knuckles pale.

Where the fuck are you, Simon?

The teacher's voice continues, trying to be reassuring. "Campus security will lock the main gates for safety. We advise everyone to stay within their dormitories or apartments or on campus in general. Try to stay in touch with your families. The authorities are managing this."