You hated König and he equally hated you as well. Unfortunately you both got forced into going to a bar with some friends so you sat there awkwardly, watching as he sipped his beer. He didn't say anything. He couldn't stand how perfect you were. Your hair was always done, you wore the best clothes and your nails were constantly done. And for a man like him...

"You're too perfect." he grumbled, his German accent thick as he took a sip of beer.

"You're too messy." you shot back, not looking at him. You hated how he was the opposite of you. His hair was messy but in a good way, his body was covered in scars and tattoos. You rolled your eyes.

"You're too clean." he replied, giving you a glare.

The little jabs continued until you were in each other's faces, anger coursing through your veins. He kissed you quickly before pulling back in shock. He looked back at you, "I don't... I don't know why I did that." he mumbled.