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

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A/N: omg i didn't expect a lot will read this and go crazy with me?! Thank you so much!!

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"Operation Unit is back." I lift my head as soon as I hear the chatters from the other students. It has been almost three weeks since the quarantine and the government had been doing all their best to wrap up the matter and try at best move the growing fight to somewhere with less casualty.  As if those vigilante would listen. 

"Does that mean it is close to finish? Like done?" I look at Konig who is just seating next to me, in front of me is one of my classmates who I think her name is, Violet or Valeria, or something that starts with V. 

Konig were silent all along just cleaning his dagger, gun and placing them down in front of him like it was jewels. "Who would know, we wouldn't know unless they openly say it." She nod and sigh, "I miss my parents, my sister, home cook foods." My lips only form thinly as an effort to sympathize with her, but like her I also worry for my own family out there and Dane. 

"She will be fine." Konig says softly under his breath, the tone just enough for the two of us. His blue eyes might be cold to others but to me they are warmth, comfort. "You think so?" His hand slowly retrieves from the parts of the gun and land on my thigh instead, the gloves doing nothing to stop how his touch send electrifying feeling to my nerves. Already the heat run up to my ears and without seeing his expression I can tell he is smirking underneath. "Price won't let anything happen to Dane." 

But Price is here. 

"There is Rescue Unit for identified people, Price place identification for Dane." My lips parted, and his gaze stare at it, slightly for too long for any normal gaze. It made me question how far does those two go for, last time I heard they were just going out for fun dates and now these action that Price do for Dane screams 'Husband'.

"They are really here." The chatters got louder and some are in shock and surprise, my neck crane to see the commotion but only as far as those heads would let me. Glimpse of head cap, mask, and other uniform barrage by the other students. But before I could fully turn, König's hand tightens ever so slightly on my thigh—enough to stop me, enough to make me aware. His thumb strokes in slow, circular motions, lazy and deliberate like he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Stay," he murmurs, just above a whisper, the command hidden beneath the calm tone. "You don't need to see how those lamps ogle the other soldier." My lips parted, "besides, don't you have other things to ogle? Example, me?" 

"Excuse you." Yet that didn't fail to put a cheeky smile to my face. "You're excuse liebling."

I look down at his hand, still on me. His gear sits half-assembled on the desk, but he's not paying attention to it anymore. Neither am I to the crowd. My pulse quickens in my neck and so suddenly I feel so hyper aware, the people that might be looking at us, the other soldiers, the classmate seating in front of us.  "König," I whisper, but I don't push him away. Instead, I shift slightly in my seat—less to escape, more to lean in. My hand going to his to cover where he touch, to feel his large hands under mine. "We shouldn't do this. It is too public." His eyes flick up, catching mine and it didn't blink, or show a sign of concede. Simply stare, sharp and unreadable to others, but it burns slow for me. Made my stomach stir and knot just from his stare. 

You're too obvious Y/N what the fuck. 

He leans forward, just enough that his mask brushes my hairline as he speaks low beside my ear. "You're shaking."