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Thankfully I'm fluent in English and Deutsch. 💕
Love König, the "Reader" is trans-male! "Y/N" will not be used in the story at all, your callsign is "Hyde" though you can replace that if you want.
- this starts off in a bar, neither of you get super drunk, just tipsy.
You sit at one of the bar stools sipping scotch, you swore to yourself to not drink too much of it because God knew you couldn't handle your drinks. Everything was loud, not unbearable but just loud enough to wear you kept your head down shuffled between your wrists, hands placed on your head and elbows leaning on the bar counter. Stressed it seemed, the bright lights, smell or liquor, puke and other body smells mixed with blaring music was overwhelming. Surprisingly not enough to drive you off from your night outing.
As you narrow your eyes infront of you, staring off and absent mindedly reading the names on alcohol bottles going down a line of what you could see; A hand could be felt on your lower shoulder. You almost didn't turn around, assuming it was only a drunk or someone wanting you to dance with them, you shifted your shoulder, but they seemed a bit persistent. Turning your head to acknowledge the person, you may have moved your head too fast, a bit of whiplash and the sudden chaos of the bar came back all too quickly. If it weren't for the hand placed firmly against you, holding you up, you would've slipped out of the barstool.
"Yes?"
You spoke hesitant and blandly. It was obvious you'd been approached one, too many times tonight.
"I wanted to.. see if you were alright?" The man you'd come faced with spoke slowly, not in a confused state, but to make sure you could hear him over the music. He seemed anxious, you could feel his fingers and hand shaking and twitching on your shoulder, you would've felt bad if it weren't for the circumstances.
The man was large, very large. His hand enveloped your entire shoulder and then some. He had longer ginger hair and pale-ish skin, what you could see of his face was pale, his arms not so much. A surfer, maybe? It wouldn't be an absurd assumption if there were any beaches nearby.
God he was tall, ridiculously tall. You had to stretch your neck more than you'd intended to just to look at him, an uncomfortable-looking-back glance. You eventually caved and turned around in the stool to lean back against the counter and stare up at him. He wore a black face mask.
"You, uh, did not look drunk. You looked, um." He swallowed hard. You hadn't seen this man all night, he couldn't have just gotten here, with the way he was so nervous you assumed he'd been hiding in the bathrooms or in some corner somewhere for a while. "You looked stressed." He spoke again after a short pause, and taking his hand away from your shoulder once he'd realized he'd never removed it.
"Surroundings' just a lot to take in." You commented, reaching behind you go grab your small glass of scotch; tilting the glass side to side to watch the small ice-ball spin around the cup, stopping once you felt the silence between you and the man who'd still not yet walked away become awkward.
"Did you come here with anybody? Friends?" You asked, picking at his brain before sipping your drink. He nodded, looking off to the side at which you assumed he was looking at a friend.
"They buy you a drink?"
He shook his head no.
Eventually you'd coaxed him to sit with you, ordering him some light hearted drink and sat with him to chat. Though, that idea didn't get far seeing as he was too nervous to talk about himself. "My name's [ you ], what about you?"
"Ah, um. Call me, König." He had paused? You wanted to believe that he did not just forget his own name, though it was cute to be fair.
CONTINUING SOON.