Your friend, König, was taking care of you while you were sick, and he had to feed you that really gross cherry medicine that doctors give you

you didn’t want to eat it, it was disgusting, so you clenched your jaw so he couldn’t feed it to you

“Seriously, schatz?” He mumbled before sighing, he took 2/8 of medicine and put it into his mouth before pressing his lips against yours, transferring the medicine to your mouth before pulling away “drink” he commanded, as if he didn’t just kiss you