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saltofmercury · 1 year

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"Games"

Pairing: König x reader

A/N: jesus what is up with you guys and angst? Can König and the reader just live in peace and love and fluff!?

Summary: You act on your "situationship" with König.

"Games"

He was a tall kid, a big baby. Attention surrounded him. He remembers the first form of attention was going into kindergarten being confused for a 2nd grader.

“No sweetheart, this is for the younger levels, I think you’re lost” teachers would say.

“But…” he said, “I’m only 5.”

The teachers couldn’t believe it. What were they feeding this kid?

He still remembers how awful the kids were at his school. Kids who were clearly smaller than him, intimidated by his height.

“Goliath”

“Yeti”

Making friends was something truly difficult. Lunch time was not his favorite because nobody would sit with him. He would sit on the end of the table chewing slowly so that when it was time for playtime, he would have the excuse of "I'm still eating.” When other kids had birthday parties in class, he struggled to wish them happy birthday because of how big the crowd was surrounding the birthday kid. When it was any other event, kids would hover away from him, forget his valentine, his goody bag. It seemed so daunting trying to make a friend, until a little girl helped him out in class one day.

She was the only person with enough kindness and patience for him. When the teacher called on him in class to answer the question she would quietly whisper to him the answer because he was too busy fixating on how he could make a friend today, then realizing it was his name that was called, then turning red, realizing his face was probably super red, then fumbling about how to respond to the teacher.

“Four-teen” she said quietly so only he could hear.

He struggled with his thoughts connecting to his tongue in order for him to say the word aloud.

“F….fourteen” he responded.

“Thank you” The teacher smiled back.

So when it came down to him giving her the card he had worked so hard for and the mini handmade chocolate teddy bear he had worked on, he wasn’t so nervous. His grandma had praised him thousands of times.

“She’ll like it! — no, she’s going to love it. It's a thoughtful gesture.”

He approached her before school had even started. He remembers the cold morning and how many times he rehearsed in his head. “Thank you for being my friend.” He clumsily gave her the card and dropped the chocolate bear wrapped in parchment paper.

“Here..” he said quietly. Shoving the small presents into her hand so nobody could see. “Thank you for being my friend.”

The little girl beamed. She could hug him, but nobody else hugged him at school.

They entered the classroom and immediately one of the kids snickered.

“So the giant has a girlfriend huh?” All the kids proceeded to laugh.

König felt sick. This wasn’t a proclamation of love, this was him attempting to be a friend.

“I bet you she has to stand on a bench to kiss him” all the kids proceeded to laugh again and this time towards the girl.

The girl, sitting at her desk now, was mortified. On the verge of tears. She quietly stood up, walked to the trash bin, and dropped the card there. She returned to her desk wiping away tears.

König was humiliated. “She’s not my girlfriend, she was just my friend...” he repeated mentally to himself.

“Maybe not even that.” He thought to himself.

The rest of the day he remained quiet. When the teacher called in him he simply put his head down. He didn’t want to speak to anyone.

He didn’t want to be here.

He walked home replaying the events that happened. He had a friend, he lost a friend. He had one friend, now he had none. Valentine’s Day was a stupid holiday.

Valentine’s Day was approaching and you quietly pondered what to do. Valentine’s Day was the one holiday where all couples lovey dovey went crazy for one another.

What position were you in now? You and König had some sort of “relationship.”

You couldn’t really call it a relationship because for one, you’ve never seen his face completely. He was always hiding under turtlenecks or face masks.You could’ve sworn you saw his face once but that was a dream.

Secondly, you couldn’t remember if you ever you never got around to really feeling his skin, other than in a sort of platonic way. The man wore long sleeves and gloves around you. You got around to holding his covered hands, bursting with some sort of affection and physical touch, but that’s where he drew a boundary. Just hands.

Third and lastly, you’ve never kissed in person. How are you supposed to approach kissing anyone when there isn’t a form of body language for you to read in order to make the first move? There were times that he had caught you staring so deeply into him and seeing you suck on your bottom lip scooting closer to him. He had shifted a little further down the couch he already took so much part of.

He was a quiet, secluded, and private man.

This wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried with you. The first few months of your “relationship” (more so friendship) you guys texted for hours. It took a while for him to open up to you but you guys could talk about anything and everything.

But sometimes that wasn’t enough for you.

You remember calling your board game night a “date” and him quickly dismissing that idea saying he wanted to be your friend first and foremost.

It stung.

You sheepishly smiled at him and said “yes, you are my friend.” You saw the crinkles on the corner of his eyes when you called him your friend. But friends don't do what you two do.

After a while though, there was clearly more happening than just a friendship.

The subtle way he would grab your hand during a movie and rub his thumb over it.

How he had stocked up on your favorite brand of coffee and creamer whenever you came over at night for your talks and board games.

How he ordered a little extra of the favorite take out you liked just so you can have some for lunch the next day.

Sometimes he would even play with the ends of your hair and rub your back when you fell asleep on him after a movie.

And of course, you guys shared a bed together, you guys slept together, kissed and made love in the dark, but vulnerability was left in the dark.

What was the subtle way of saying hey I clearly like you, you might like me, let’s just make it official?

At the store, you look at cards. None of them said that. You picked up the card with the puzzle piece heart on it missing a piece that read “you complete me”. Too cheesy.

The next one you pick up, a pizza shaped card with an arrow in the middle. Phrases like “you can’t be topped!” And “you’re the big cheese” surrounding it. You open the card inside that reads “any way you slice it, you’re awesome! Happy Valentine’s Day.” Too friendly.

You settle on one card that’s covered in little candy hearts labeled “xoxo” “cutie” “hugs” and “be mine” inside of the card was blank. You decided the best way to describe what you’re feeling was to write it out.

You get home and start to write out how you’ve been feeling. If there was one way you were going to tell him, it would be through a letter.

You read your feelings over and over again in the card, and decided to just go for it.

The day before Valentine’s day you came to his house, ready for another night of board games you two endlessly went through. König bought dinner and you brought the games.

As he opened the door, he stared at you. “Schatz….” his voice was full of longing. It had been almost a week of not seeing each other. Butterflies always bloomed in your stomach.

“Hi babe.” you responded and he moved aside to let you in. Once settled, he picked you up and embraced you. He was always one for hugs.

After about the 4th round in Sorry!, you called it quits. König laughed.

“This is a child’s game, why didn’t you bring Monopoly again?”

You threw a pillow at him. “Because, you’ve never played it and it seemed pretty good to teach you this game, but of course, your competitive spirit.” You shook your head in disbelief. König was good and picked up the rules of any stupid game quickly.

He stretched, put the game aside, and laid back on the end of the couch.

“Come” he extended his hand towards you.

You climbed up on him, laid on his chest.

He whispered in your ear, “i’m sorry you’re a sore loser”

“König!” you look up at him.

“Okay okay,” he says softly, then smirks, “I might have shuffled in my favor, but this is a kids game.”

“I thought I was playing with a kid.” you say, still on his chest. It earns you a playful smack on your bottom. He continues laying there with you, rubbing your back and hair.

“I have something for you.” You lift yourself off of him. You reach in your bag for the card. Gosh, a wind of nerves picks up inside your stomach and you’re ready to just forget the whole thing. You should’ve waited to give it to him when you left.

You peek back at him. He’s turned back looking at you, motioning with his hand to “give it.”

You put the red card in his hand.

“A letter?” He says in a sarcastic shock, but smiles through his face mask.

He tears open the envelope, and eyes widen when he sees the front of the card. The colorful hearts surrounding it. He seems uneasy, but you’re anxious.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask. You swear you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. This is embarrassing. A long silence between you two.

“No,” he finally speaks. He puts the card back into the envelope. “Maybe I can read this later.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You start cursing yourself out mentally. This was a stupid idea. There’s heat surrounding your face, you can feel the embarrassment closing in. You could be anywhere right now and not here.

“Maybe I’ll just go home then.” you say.

“No schatz, come on wait.”

But it’s kind of too late. You’re already drowning in embarrassment. You pick up your bag, and head towards the door.

“It’s not like that, come on, don’t be embarrassed.” he pulls at one of your arms.

It’s with those words that you’re set on really leaving. Don't be embarrassed?

You turn to him,

“Don't be embarrassed? You opened my card and then suggested reading it later. I read the whole thing on your face.” you spit out. You’re not embarrassed anymore, you’re humiliated and hurt.

He cocks his head to the side, “I just meant for - I’m not going to fight with you now, come please.”

“Just let me go home, I’ve suffered enough embarrassment for the both of us.”

You just need space. You need anything so that you’re not holding onto your tears anymore.

Friends. Friends. Friends. Is all that plays in your head.

He sighs, “this is childish and you’re being childish.” He steps aside and opens the door for you. If there’s one thing König can do is give you space.

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seyaryminamoto · 1 year

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