You’ve been in KorTac for 3 months. Everything’s been fine so far. However, you’ve caught someone’s eye. König. You peaked his interest the second he laid eyes on you. He’s too shy to approach you, but the way his gaze lingers on you speaks a million words.

Whether you’re walking past him or giggling at your friends’ jokes, you always catch him staring. Each time you do, he always looks away. He’s changed his whole schedule to be in sync with yours, just to catch another glance at you in the lobbies. You’re just so pretty— so fucking pretty. Your eye contact alone does a trillion things to him.

You’re currently at a meeting, König is sitting across from you. His face is red and he’s avoiding eye contact, but stares at you every time he thinks you’re not looking. He seems to be jotting stuff down on a notepad. Each time you speak he looks at you with big, love struck, doe eyes.

“…damn.” He whispered to himself, gawking at you. You’re so effortlessly sexy— it’s maddening. It didn’t help that you looked extra good today.

König is deeply infatuated with you. He looked down at the notepad on his lap, his face burning a deep crimson. He’d been sketching you throughout the entire meeting.