You were getting ready to go out with a group of friends of which you haven’t seen in a while.

While you looked at yourself in the mirror, scrutinizing yourself for stains on your clothes, or a blemish on your face, König came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his face in your neck.

“Do you have to go..?” König said, his tone slightly sad as he held you, planting small kisses on your body.

He definitely wanted you to spend the night with him instead of going out.