Chapter Thirteen. 🌶️

                                    

                                          
She Know What She Wanted (feat. Ziahfyah) (Jersey Club Remix)- Godard
Holy shit this song- oh my GOD!! Anyways...I know what I said in the A/N...but I was feeling spicy-
*Content Warning: Violence, Mild Spice (not sex, sorry lovelies)*
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You wake up to your bed empty, a cold feeling filling your limbs as you remember the night before. The situation is a complete mess, something that leaves you both confused and concerned. There is too much to work through, too much stupid shit that you don't even want to deal with. Sure you like König, sure he's sweet sometimes, but he's a violent man by nature. He's cruel and mean, anxious and scared. König doesn't seem like the one to open up, instead keeping his emotions in until he blows up.
A sharp pain at your side pulls you from your thoughts, your stitches tugging at your skin.
Groaning you get up and pop your pain medicine, wanting to be able to think without distraction, or maybe not think at all.
The sound of the door opening makes your head shoot up, only to find König walking in with two bags. He hesitates before closing the door, slowly walking over to you before handing you one of the brown paper bags. They seem to be food, maybe breakfast or lunch, you wouldn't know. You haven't even checked the time this morning, dealing with your stab wound first.
"Since you are hurt, I brought you some breakfast".
A hum leaves your throat as you avoid his eyes, taking the bag from his hand. You can feel him pull back as fast as he can, careful not to let his hand touch yours.
Opening the bag you start to eat, trying not to look in König's direction. It takes everything in you not to. The pull to him is stronger than usual, the sexual tension from the night before adding to it as well. What exactly was running through your mind when that happened? Was it the comfort you got from being close to someone after the nightmare? Was it the need to be able to control something? No matter how much you think about it, you still don't know.
After both of you finish your food, you two settle into an anxious silence, one that fills the air with a buzz. A few minutes go by and you hear him clear his throat. Your eyes wander to him, a deep ache filling your chest.
"Are- we going to talk about it?" He sounds wary as he asks you, as if he isn't sure if he should.
"Let's give it time, try and go back to just...bein' normal. We should probably wait till I'm healed n' back on base so we can sort it out", you respond. It sounds like a lie, it might be. You want to figure this out now, but you know you won't be able to.
"Y/N-", he starts, but stops as soon as his eyes meet yours.
The sound of your name in his mouth is enough to make your heart melt. The feelings of betrayal and anxiety are gone for that one moment. But, as soon as they had faded they came rushing back. There had to be a reason for his outburst, and that has to be solved before anything. You could just be putting yourself in more danger if you ignore it.
"What"?
"Can I still...help you"?
"Ja, you can".
"Danke".
"Bitte".
The silence settles back in between the two of you and you turn around to rest, or at least pretend to.
You rub your eyes, not entirely sure how this is going to work out.
Fuck. 
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Your week is finally up and you're back on base. During that time, König had helped you with the small tasks you couldn't get done, even going as far to wash and brush your hair one day. He had put it in braids since you couldn't take care of it during that time. Of course you had a mask covering your face, but he made sure not to look at you until you put your actual balaclava back on. Although you never said it, him helping you sparked unknown feelings in your chest, this time ones that you can't seem to get rid of.