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

28

A week passed and slowly, the areas where declared safe zone. The fighting being pushed back to a certain area-- strategic areas. 

I couldn't settle at the comfort of my own home because he was not here, he is out there, somewhere and it is his job to do so and get hurt by the process. 

hurt. 

The word gave a certain pang at my chest. The very night I saw his back walk to the van with his proud posture. The gentle giant that I came to love...

"Please be safe, please be safe." I say over and over again as the news reporter says something about the situation outside. 

Hugging my knees closer to the center of my chest while my eyes can almost glue to the screen. Hating that the words sounded static and almost silent against the pounding of my heart. 

"News update, the terrorist has not been found, military and air forces is now on search." My eyes widen and my knuckles gone white as I watch the background of people in green uniform, guns at hand then my eyes widen once more after seeing his back. 

His not hurt... 

My heart pounded a breath let out that I was not sure I was holding. I ragged breath and coldness and heat all mix. Tears edges my eyes and once his visage left the screen I was once again hopeful. 

I quickly grab my phone and expected something, his text for example. My heart ache when there was none except for Dina's messages, phone bills and government safety warnings. I sigh. Another pain in the chest as I scroll to the read messages and back up to the unread. 

Dina's concern messages for me sent two days ago left unread and I could not bring myself to read more. Not because I didn't care for her care but because I can't think sense of her concern. wait, isn't that the same? 

Another ping. 

I almost straighten on my seat. 

"oh" 

It's just insta notification. 

I almost throw my phone and turned the TV off. I have no need of the news anymore. Waiting for him like this made me feel so pathetic. 

Nipping at my lower lip at the memory of him, his scent, his hand, the way his body covered to mine, the weighted blanket I feel. His blue eyes that feel cold and warm, his voice that tingles my ski-...

Loud knock, bang at my doo and my eyes quickly glide to that area. The lock almost flew, almost. I swallow and the stillness of the air made the hair of my skin stand and into a duck skin. Another loud, harsh knock and it made my heart spike in beating. 

My head sounding red, alarms going off and everything seem in slow motion, light and breathing felt like difficult. 

The third one comes and I'm already on my feet. Walking slow like a predator coming for it's pray. My eyes scan the living room area. I didn't know what I was scanning. 

Phone. TV remote, a book. The kitchen? Knife? 

My stomach flip into uncomfortable way, something similar to butterflies but I was sure it wasn't. The fourth one was louder than the rest and the door groan like it just cracked. 

Run.

My body says. 

Hide and that was I initially think, and call someone. Dina? Police. 

Right. I quickly grab my phone and the first thing I notice is that my finger shaking against the white screen. I swallow again and manage to type a few letter when my head started blanking. Spacing. 

Is this what they call freezing? 

Dina, please.. come get me?

Sent and ring the police. The door cracked and heavy footstep filter against the door. Black

I see black.

Men in black, and their eyes. 

Fuck. 

The silence and the ticking of the clock sounded desperately loud. Like my heart telling me to run already but I freeze. 

His eyeball, white, and dark iris stills to mine as if analyzing what I was doing. By this, I mean standing at the very center of my living room. The moment he look away I grab my phone and dash to the kitchen. 

Hand shaking as it lifted the knife. The next loud sound is the door broken and thrown to the side via foot. 

"Get the girl." 

I scream from the very top of my lungs as I run towards the window. My throat went scratchy and I cough from the ache. 

"We got her." 

"Secure the exit." 

"Help-!" 

My knee knocks the table and my hand grabs anything to throw at their direction while clutching a knife at the other. His eyes my knife and I clutch it tightly steeling my mind not to let go for whatever he will do. As if it was the only life line I got and will have. 

My feet inch backward and already I hit the dead end. The window with the street view. 

"Don't come any closer." My eyes glares and my posture was like a mad woman ready to stab anyone. 

They didn't come closer, they didn't even blink at what I'm trying to do I think. 

The other guy with bald head nod as if signaling an order, I move back and my body slowly climb to the very edge of the window. 

Behind me is quite a fall. I might be dead if I land bad, and that is 10 percent chance I will land hitting and breaking my bone. 

I swallow at the choking feeling. 

"Don't be foolish girl." The man's raspy and serious tone hit me like waves with his distinct foreign accent. "I know what you're trying to do." 

I smirk and when I attempted to fall he lounge at me and grab me back inside. The scrape of the window steel made me wince and I was sure it teared a few layer of skin. 

I hurled when his fist connected to my stomach making me see white. And my strength lost but I manage to swing the knife where it was easily swat away and the blade clutter away. 

"Fire in this one. " A vermin like chuckle, "Go on." 

The ceiling looks so light and like I didn't eat lunch it faded. 

The ceiling faded.