Gym date.

You'd call it that if you were brave enough to voice your feelings. But, fortunately or not, you kept your mouth shut and your heart open to only one man. For him.

You and König have been friends since childhood. You lived relatively close by, and despite the fact that he was three years older, he still always played with you on the playground, took you with him to explore abandoned houses and set off firecrackers in the back streets at night. You shared almost everything with each other – scars, family quarrels, nightmares.

And even a place of work.

König, who was tall and well-built, became a soldier in a special forces. And you, not interested in physical labor, were an analyst.

You crossed paths every day, and it was only better for your friendship. And for your feelings? Even better. You could see him whenever you wanted and make sure he was okay.

"Give me the towel, süß." König said, lowering the barbell with a heavy sigh.

He was lying with his back on the bench, his face and neck were sweating, and he was tired after another exercise.

You smiled at the nickname, and then, without thinking, picked up a towel and headed to him. A second later, your leg lifted over his hips, and you sat on top of him, handing him a towel.

Perhaps too bold. But that little audacity was all you could afford.

Because you had no idea that König had been in love with you for a long time too.