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This is probably the worst day of your life. You never expected to find your boyfriend, making out with another girl on your own bed.
He tried to explain himself, he was drunk, he was gone. It isn't his fault— you're overreacting.
You couldn't speak, just slammed the door, not wanting to see him in that position any longer. How could he do this to you? You were the one who paid the rent while he lounged around all day, promising to find a job.
He said he was only staying for a while until he gets back onto his feet. And you let him into your house.
You heard the door open behind you and someone called out after you.
"Whatever you're gonna say, save it." You whimpered, speed walking down the hall as you heard footsteps behind you.
Of course, you should've seen this would happen, again.
Yes, again.
You had found him cheating in the past. Yet you gave him a second chance.
A hand grabbed your wrist, forcefully tugging you towards him.
"No! Let go of me!" You cried, trying to escape his grasp. He struggled, still a bit tipsy, but he was stronger than you were.
"Stop being so dramatic. Just hear me out." He grunted, pinning you slightly to the wall. You struggled, thrashing and kicking his at his shin. He wouldn't budge.
Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes.
"I know what I saw, there's no point." You stopped struggling, catching your breath. Your chest was heaving and your hair was blocking your vision.
He tucked your hair behind your ear gently, too affectionately after everything you had just witnessed.
"Baby please. I promise it didn't mean anything." He started, wiping your tears away from your eyes. You stilled for a second. Your body slightly relaxed under his touch, but your brain was running wild with thoughts.
"I.." he hushed you, rubbing your cheek softly. "Please, can't you blame my head and not my heart?" His hand went down to your lower lip. Dragging his thumb down it.
"I'll kick her out right now, you know I love you." He spoke softly, coaxing you into a hug as your hands hanged uselessly down your sides.
You couldn't handle all of this, you were cold and his body was so warm. Your body reluctantly melted into the hug. Your hands going up to meet his waist.
"You're so beautiful baby." He whispered in your ear, rubbing your back soothingly. "I'm sorry you had to see that, you mean the world to me." He nipped at your ear.
Maybe third time's a charm...
You let out a tired sigh, your tears staining his half-buttoned shirt. He let go of the hug and wiped your tears away again. "Stay here, I'm gonna go kick her out." He gave one last kiss to your lips and walked back into the room. Closing the door behind him.
—
The next morning your boyfriend acted like everything was back to normal. Greeting you with a kiss on the forehead as you woke up to him in the kitchen.
"Morning baby, did you sleep well?" He asked, finishing up his coffee and placing it in the sink. He seemed to be in a good mood today.
"Slept fine." You watched as he slipped on his coat, "are you going somewhere today?" You asked. He was probably going out drinking like he always does. Some people never change.
"I'm going to an interview."
You perked up slightly. An interview? Maybe he has changed a bit after all, maybe he really was trying and wants to maintain this relationship with you.
"On the weekend?" You asked him, usually he'd complain about having to do anything on the weekend at all, even if he barely does anything on the week days. This is a nice surprise.
Your boyfriend nodded, "wanted to find a job as soon as possible." He held your hands in his. "For you." He kissed the back of your hand and you felt your face warm slightly.
Once he gets a job, he won’t have to live with you anymore.
You kissed him goodbye with a soft "good luck." And watched as he closed the door behind him.
There wasn't much for you to do today as it was a free day for you. The chores had already been done and it was only 7 in the morning.
You decided to make breakfast because you were already feeling hungry. Crying all night silently as your boyfriend slept peacefully next to you— definitely tired out your energy.
You needed something to energize yourself.
You opened the fridge just to see there was nothing but beer cans and useless ingredients that would not go well with each other.
It seems you have to run to the grocery store real quick.
You decided to dress simply today, sweatpants and a tight top.
You grabbed your tote bag and your car keys before stepping outside.
Walking over to your car. You noticed the house that had been on sale is now sold. A moving car was parked in front but there was no one there. You heard rummaging in the house so they must be outside.
Maybe after your shopping trip you can greet your new neighbor properly.
After moving into the new house, König wiped his dirty hands. A lot of stuff had been moved and the only reason he chose this neighborhood was because it was quiet and had a low crime rate.
He thanked the movers who seemed like they wanted to get the money and leave as soon as possible.
His new house felt cold and there was nothing in the fridge he could eat. He hasn't eaten anything since last night. Being busy with moving in after requesting time off.
He didn't like eating out that much, he preferred home-cooked meals that he himself makes.
There was a grocery store near his neighborhood, he had done some research before deciding to buy this house.
König will only take a small trip, get only the things he needs and nothing else.
König got out of his car and locked it. Heading towards the entrance of the supermarket. He had to duck down slightly as the automatic doors slid open.
Do stores never consider tall people?
He grabbed a shopping bag and quickly went over to the Fresh food aisle. In and out, just like his operations.
He grabbed only the things he thought would be a good mix together and went on to the next aisle.
Civilians would look at him and he hated the staring. Sure, he was tall and had an extremely intimidating build. The hood wasn't doing him any justice either.
But can't he shop without a pair of eyes watching him closely like he might do something harmful?
A whiff of something sweet breezed past him and he slowly turned to see you.
The first thing he noticed was how you barely made a sound as you walked by him. The only reason he noticed was your sweet scent.
König looked you up and down, taking in your physique. You look like you'd fit quiet well in his arms.
You looked adorable with your sweatpants hanging loosely from your waist and your tight top hugging all your curves just right.
The way you struggled to reach the top of the shelf was adorable and he couldn't help but use that as a chance to talk to you.
The small squeak you let out as his hand brushed against yours made his body warm up a bit.
He grabbed the jar of jam and handed it to you. "Here." He said quietly, you looked up at him with the cutest confused but grateful look on your face.
You grabbed the jar from the mans hand, what a lifesaver! You were too embarrassed to ask any other bystanders to help, him coming up and helping you wordlessly was a prayer answered.
Not to mention he was also pretty tall, taller than any guy you've met actually.
But his face was covered with a long hood, he was also wearing a hat over it. There was a red trail under the eye holes of his mask.
Woah, he has some nice eyes..
And his physique too, he must go to the gym often. It's not easy to maintain such biceps.
You realized you were gawking after the man cleared his throat awkwardly.
Say something! It'd be rude not to.
You smiled at him, "thank you, I don't know why they make the shelves so tall these days." You giggled, trying to add some humor and be polite. He hummed in response, and you can see him look you up and down.
You suddenly became aware of your attire and wished you had worn something nicer if you knew you were gonna encounter someone this handsome.
Despite not seeing his face his eyes and physique were screaming attractive.
"Thank you again, ah..." you waited for him to introduce himself as you set the jar of jam in your cart.
"König."
Oh? You've never heard of a name like that before, maybe he's from another country.
"Ah, König! Well, thank you, König. I thought I'd have to grab a stool or something." You smiled at him, and clasped your hands together behind your back.
"Ja, it's no problem." König shifted his shopping bag into his other hand, "do you live near here?" He asked you.
Even his accent was nice.
You weren't sure what could have possibly made you be honest, usually you would lie and say you were just stopping by for a quick grab.
You find yourself nodding instead, "yeah, I live nearby. 15 minutes away actually." You finally realized too late that he now knows this could possibly be where you go daily to get your groceries. And it is.
König seems to be happy with your answer as his eyes crinkle up under his hood. "I do as well, I hope you did not mind me asking." You quickly shook your head.
"No, I don't mind at all." You reassured him quickly and he nodded. Pleased by how you seem to answer with whatever pleases him.
"Are you from here as well?" Since he asked you such a personal question, you might as well ask him back.
König nodded again, "Ja, I just moved near here, I'm not very familiar with this area." He admitted absentmindedly, not hesitant to answer any of your questions unlike you were to his.
Oh, so he really isn't from here, just like you suspected. He also lives close by, so maybe you'll be able to see him more in the future.
Not that you were hoping for that of course.
"Well I think it's a good choice you moved near here, the area is nice and the little shops near here have everything you need!" You told him cheerfully, it was a nice area to live in. You didn't have to worry about anything major happening.
"Noted, uhm..." he trailed off. For the first time, he was unsure if he wanted to ask you or not.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself." You said sheepishly and quickly gave him your name.
You have such a perfect name, it suited you well. You seemed to enjoy making small talk and König was glad you were.
He was not a social butterfly, and found it hard to maintain a normal conversation without getting bored.
You seemed to have effortlessly charmed him without even knowing it.
"It is nice to meet you then." He said, extending his gloved hand towards yours.
You quickly reciprocated the handshake— and oh my.
König wishes he hadn't worn gloves today. Even through the gloves he can feel your warmth seep through.
Your hands must be just as soft as your smile.
"Are you busy right now, Schatz?" He asked you, reluctantly letting go of your hand.
You gestured towards your shopping cart, "well yeah obviously." You giggled at his comment, you both were busy shopping and he asks you that silly question.
König looked over at your cart then towards you. "Oh." He blinked once. You let out an amused huff, you found his owlish expression adorable.
"Are you busy after?" He tried again, why did he want to know? You blushed slightly, maybe he wanted to ask you on a date— no, no.
A guy this insanely attractive cannot be that easy, he's way out of your league anyways.
Your boyfriend wouldn't be too happy if he found out you were hanging out with another guy, who was way more attractive than him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be busy after this." You lied through your teeth, you had nothing to do today, but you can't risk your boyfriend seeing you with König.
"With what? It's Saturday, do you have work?" He asked, his voice seemed rushed spouting out questions, and he looked a little upset.
You suddenly felt a bit creeped out at his sudden urgency to know your plans for today. So you quickly came up with a lie.
"Oh, well my boyfriend is waiting for me at home and we have to uh..do something important." You came up with a stupid lie that barely sounded believable.
You noticed König's expression change once you mentioned your boyfriend but it quickly faded into something neutral.
"Oh, okay." His short responses made you feel like you did something wrong. But you didn't! You were merely answering his weird intrusive questions with lies because you're too scared to actually hang out with him.
You apologized for no reason at all before noticing him staring at your chest. Specifically the exposed part that showed a tiny gap caused by your breasts.
He was a little bit of a pervert, shamelessly staring at your chest. You cant see his whole face but you can clearly see where his eyes are darting at.
Usually you'd scold and tell them to fuck off but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him. You were staring at him too before...
You crossed your arms, hoping to subtly bring his gaze anywhere else but your chest.
It seemed to have worked as König snapped from his daze and looked back at your face. Slightly embarrassed that he had been caught staring.
"My apologies, Kleiner Fuchs."
(Little Fox)
He rubbed the back of his neck, realizing how uncomfortable you probably felt with his prying eyes.
You had no idea what he was saying, was it German? Your curiosity got the best of you and you quickly asked him.
"Are you from Germany by chance?" You asked, despite it being known as a rude question. You wanted to know what language he was speaking to you. His accent was a huge catch.
König let out a small huff, either offended or amused. You couldn't tell and you honestly felt bad for asking now.
"Nein, I'm from Austria." He corrected you, he found it cute how you immediately startled and apologized for assuming. He didn't mind at all.
König reassured you he did not care and he was happy to answer any questions you wanted to ask him. You giggled and thanked him, now was his chance to ask.
"Well, it was nice meeting you König, but I really have to get going."
What!?
You were leaving already? Why? Will you not stay longer to talk to him? Is your boyfriend that important to you? Surely not!
You waved him goodbye and König couldn't do anything but bite his tongue and watch helplessly as you walked away from him, shopping cart in tow.
He was going to ask for your number but you seemed to actually be busy. He thought you were lying about that!
König let out a frustrated sigh, he had missed his chance to stay in contact with you.
You said you lived close, and thay gave him a little hope that he'd see you again. He had assessed your shopping cart and estimated two weeks before you'd need to restock.
He'll be there, and if you're not there, he is sure to find you either way.
—
Your boyfriend had gotten the job and you couldn't be happier (you could). You decided to make him a nice dinner to celebrate.
The dinner was quiet and uneasy though. Filled with small talk and questions about his new job.
He could tell you were still not over the moment you found him making out with another girl on your shared bed.
You were so sensitive and dramatic, he thought. Your mood seemed soiled by the thought and you couldn't even look him in the eye for longer than four seconds.
Your boyfriend buttered you up with compliments about your cooking and your body. Trying to lighten up your mood, you gave him a strained smile and thanked him. Acting like you enjoyed the attention and praise.
He seemed satisfied and immediately stopped when your face rested into a small smile.
He continued eating and when you both finished, your boyfriend kindly said he would wash the dishes. You thanked him and helped load the dishes in the sink.
You grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom to take. A quick shower.
You turned on the water and waited for it to turn hot before you took off your clothes stepped inside.
The hot water eased the tension in your muscles and you let out a gentle moan of satisfaction. You really needed this after what you've been through.
Had you forgiven your boyfriend too quickly? He had cheated on you, not once, but twice. And you've been together for years.
You thought about the man you met at the supermarket. König, he seemed like a nice guy but way too straightforward. At least he doesn't lie, you think.
There was something that spiked your curiosity, it was definitely that mask. But also the way he carries himself seems like he's always guarded or ready to throw hands at anything. You noticed he seemed to scan his surroundings, darting his eyes around frequently when you were talking to him.
He didn't seem naive, no. Just horrible at small talk, König mostly just stared and answered questions. He also asked a few questions that you answered, but other than that he wouldn't talk about anything else. Not even the weather.
You massaged the shampoo on your hair and wondered where König was right now. Or if you'd stumble upon him again. Maybe you could talk to him again, instead of thanking him over and over again for a basic gesture.
You recalled how you felt a warm body behind you as a hand came in view with yours.
Honestly, it was a bit scary how effortlessly he seemed to linger in your head. You probably would've forgotten about it already if it was any other guy.
You wouldn't even have made conversation.
You quickly finished your shower, dried yourself, and changed into your sleepwear.
König laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Earlier in the store, he was contemplating whether or not to follow you to your car. In the end, he didn't want to risk being caught as you've shown to have a knack of sensing whenever someone was staring at you.
Your smile was genuine and König had never been so interested in someone in decades. You smelled so nice and he was glad to have one more sniff before you left him alone.
It was unfortunate you were in a hurry and he wasn't able to ask for your number. Oh well, one way or another, he's gonna find you.
His hand rested on the empty side of his bed, that he would much prefer to have warm. With someone, in it.
Specifically you.
"Mein Kleiner Fuchs.." König's hand absentmindedly made its way towards his sweatpants. Where his very noticeable bulge was throbbing and begging to be taken care of.
You were so sly, like a little fox. Quiet footsteps and witty comments.
He played with the waistline of his pants before pulling them down enough to reveal his hard length.
He palmed himself through his boxers, slowly at first. Thinking of when he first saw you, and how you wore such a cute little outfit just to go grocery shopping.
"Hngh...bitte—" he let out a huff as he twisted the image of your sweet face to an expression of pleasure.
König couldn't take it anymore, his desire growing stronger as he gripped his boxers.
He never felt this horny since puberty, and now he's met you.
König needs to take care of his little problem.
—
The next morning, you woke up early just to find your bed empty. A note left on the bed side table.
You grabbed the sticky note.
"Had to run to the store, be back before noon."
You notice a small heart doodled on the corner and his signature.
Today, you decided to get up and bake something as a welcome gift to your new neighbor across from you.
You had bought the ingredients during your trip to the supermarket and quickly got to unpacking.
Cookies were the easiest thing to make, well the fastest thing to make. You didn't really have time yesterday, turns out your lie came true.
While making the cookie dough, you considered who could possibly be your new neighbor. Maybe it was a family? The boxes you saw outside didn't seem like a lot, so it probably is unlikely.
Preheat the oven.
You didn't see them at all yesterday, didn't see them go in or out of their house. It was quite odd. The only thing you'd ever witnessed was the workers loading things inside the house.
Molding the cookies into perfect spheres, or— maybe you could turn them into heart shaped cookies. Yeah, that would be cute.
You efficiently shaped the dough into a perfect heart that would look better once it's done being baked.
The oven dinged and you put on mittens before taking the tray of cookies out of the oven.
Now you need to find a paper plate to put these in. You rummaged through the cupboards and couldn't find one, so you settled on a sealed container instead.
You put parchment paper under the box before adding the cookies in. Making sure none of them crumbled beneath the rest.
You put the lid on and placed it on the counter so you could wash your hands and get dressed for the day.
Stepping out of your house, you decided not to lock your door. It was only a short visit anyways and your neighborhood was known for its safety.
There was a care in the front driveway so the owner must be home. You looked left and right before crossing, despite there barely being any cars driving in this area.
You made it to their porch and hesitated. You felt a bit nervous to knock on the door. But you already came so far. No use backing out now.
Your hand made its way up and knocked on the door. Container in hand as you waited patiently for someone to answer.
You heard heavy footsteps approaching the door and straightened your posture. Putting on a kind smile as you waited for them to open the door.
The door open and your breath hitched, smile almost fading. You were met with a very large, muscular wall of skin.
You looked up to see König.
König’s eyes were wide beneath his hood when he saw a familiar face right at his front door.
It was you, the angel he met at the supermarket. You barely reached his chest and he had to look down to see you.
You seemed equally surprised as you looked up from his stomach. “König!” Your voice sounded much better in real time than last night in his imagination.
“Hallo.” He seemed to still be in a state of shock as he responded with a one worded reply.
“Woah, I can’t believe you live here.” Your smile grew and you scratched the back of your neck gently.
“Ja, I moved in yesterday.” He said, regaining his proper speech and looking down at the item in your hand.
You noticed him staring at the cookies and held out the container to him. König tilted his head slightly.
“Was ist das?” He said curiously, you had no idea what he just said but it sounded familiar to english.
You gestured to the container of goods, “chocolate chip cookies, I made them myself.” König eyes the cookies, they look pretty good.
“How much for it?” He asked, already fishing out his wallet from his back pocket.
You quickly shook your head and waved your free hand frantically. “No, no. It’s free.” You explained quickly.
König paused and looked at you, slightly skeptical. “For free, why?” He questioned. You laughed nervously. “It’s to welcome you to the neighborhood.” You said softly, König reached out and grabbed the container carefully. Like he was afraid you’d swat his hand away.
“Besides, you’re my neighbor now! It’s my treat.”
Your neighbor.
He’s your neighbor.
What are the chances!?
You live so close to him.
We are meant to be, Meine Liebe.
“Well, in that case. Thank you, Kleiner Fuchs.” He opened the lid of the container, the smell of sweet chocolate and warm cookie dough lingered under his hood.
“I hope you like them.“ you said, eager to hear his opinions on your baking skills.
Only one way to find out is to try them. König thought as he grabbed a cookie from the container.
He looked at the heart-shaped cookies. Is this a sign? Are you confessing your love to him by cookies made in the form of hearts?
König handed the container back to you for a moment and you got the hint to hold it for him as he tried it.
He used his free hand to slightly lift hid hood, just enough to slide the cookie under and taste it.
You couldn’t help but stare as you saw a glimpse of his chin before the hood draped down to cover his whole face again.
He gave a thoughtful look at the cookie as he continued to chew.
Swallowing the cookie, König nodded approvingly. “Thats is very good, and the texture is just how I like it.” He praised and you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride.
“Thank you, I made them as soon as I woke up. I’m glad you like them.” You said shyly, König found your reaction to his praise adorable.
You handed him the container of cookies back. “Do you bake often, Kleiner Fuchs?” König asked you, and you immediately perked up at the opportunity to talk about baking.
“Well, I do own a bakery near here so yes. Naturally I do bake a lot.” You were happy to talk about your job, you enjoyed baking and got by pretty well.
König seemed to be interested in the topic, “you own a bakery.” It was more of a statement than a question. You nodded. “Where is it?” He asked, you told him where it is and the street.
He closed the container to save for later. “I will visit one day, I want to try your other baked goods.” König said simply, you brightened at the idea. “Really? That would be nice.” You clasped your hands together.
König nods.
Now is his chance to ask you for your number. You guys are neighbors, it is natural to ask for your neighbors contact just in case of an emergency.
It’s now or never. “Can I have your phone number?” He asks, already pulling out his phone from his front pocket.
He won’t take no for an answer.
You looked a bit taken aback by his question.
Exchanging phone numbers doesn’t seem so weird, he is your neighbor now after all. “Yeah sure.”
You fished out your phone from your hoodie pocket and gave him your phone.
König grabbed your phone and punched his number in. Naming his own contact for you. You texted him first— well, König did with a simple hello.
König got the message and handed you his phone back before quickly grabbing his phone. “Okay, I got the message.” He confirmed, you nodded and pocketed your phone back.
“Thank you again for the cookies, Meine Liebe.” König put his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it slightly. His other hand holding the container.
You smiled at him, “it’s no problem, I need to get going now.” König reluctantly let go of your shoulder and watched as you stepped back.
“Ja, I’ll text you.” König waved as you gave him a peace sign. Adorable, you seem to be a bit out going despite your shyness when he complimented you.
He walked back inside his house and locked the door behind him.
König walked over to his kitchen and placed the cookies on the counter, grabbing another one and eating it.
You’re actually his neighbor. It was like a dream come true! How could he have not noticed before? Then again, he thought the neighbor across from him was the man—
—ah, that must’ve been your boyfriend he saw going in and out of your house.
You guys live together or something?
König felt bitter at the thought and quickly dismissed your boyfriend from his memory.
You made food for him as soon as you wake up? That is something a wife would do for her husband. Clearly you are interested, why else would you do that?
He also managed to get your phone number, so easily too. You didn’t seem to have hesitated.
Later that night, you were debating whether or not to text König. You were gonna ask for his number at the supermarket, but you didn’t want it to seem like you were hitting on him.
Things went your way though, as you discovered the hot stranger you thought you would never see again— is now your neighbor.
Life is scary.
And so is the text you’re about to send him. It wasn’t anything weird but it was so random.
—: Hii, sorry to bother you so late ^^
Delivered
You sent the text and immediately closed your phone. For some reason you felt embarrassed at texting first. Why were you even texting?
Suddenly, a notification ping popped up on your phone.
You quickly unlocked your phone and saw that König had responded, so quickly too.
K: Hallo, it’s alright Schatz
K: is there something the matter?
Seen
You started to type something random just to start a conversation.
—: I was wondering if you had a photo I could use for your contact?
Seen
K: Of course
K: Can you send me one of you too, bitte?
—: yea it’s a fair exchange lol
You scrolled through your camera roll to find a decent photo to send. You finally selected the one you took with a little baby fox in your arms.
The photo was when you took a trip to the zoo. They had a photoshoot that you can take with real animals.
You had a filter on that made you look like you had cat whiskers.
You sent it and waited for his response.
The text bubble appeared, then disappeared before appearing again. You began to get a bit nervous.
Notifications: König sent a photo.
You let out a small gasp after you clicked on the notification.
Quickly turning your phone to face the bed, you felt your face heat up from the photo he had sent you.
Did— did he really just send you that?
Your boyfriend suddenly entered the room, yawning as he flopped on his side of the bed.
You hid your phone under your pillow.
König laid on his bed in his dark room, only lit by the light on his phone screen.
He hopes you had enjoyed the photo he sent you as much as he did for yours.
You’ve seen the photo he sent but didn’t respond yet.
König sent a photo of himself, shirt lifted just stopping under his chest. Showing off his abs, his belt was loosened and his boxers were shyly peaking from underneath his jeans.
His hooded face was in view as he stared at the camera with half- lidded eyes. He just finished a workout in that photo, and his abs were glistening with sweat in the perfect lighting.
König did want to show off a bit, and what better way than you asking him for a photo?
König scrolls past his photo and to yours instead. He tapped on the image and saved it.
You were holding a little fox, just like the nickname he gave you. How ironic. How perfect.
He imagined how you reacted to his photo, did you stare at it and memorize his body? Did you blush and feel yourself warm up? Would you maybe touch yourself to his photo like he’s doing to yours right now?
His cock felt heavy in his hands as he stroked his tip teasingly. His length was much impressive, and he wondered if you would be intimidated once you get to see it.
“Mein Gott…” he moaned softly as he squeezed his dick. Looking at your cute photo. Your tongue stuck out slightly and you were winking at the camera.
Such a cute, pink color. König imagined what it’d look like wrapped around him.
He stroked his dick faster, back arching off the bed. He whimpered out your name as he imagined your hands on him instead of his own.
König felt himself close to his climax, his hand moving faster, squeezing harder as he tugged on his dick.
“Kleiner Fuchs..ah, ‘m gonna—”
His eyes rolled back as his hand stilled at the base of his cock. His spend making a mess on his hands and shirt.
Königs chest heaved as he gave a few more soft strokes to his softening cock.
Panting heavily, he looked back at his phone to see a new text from you.
—: haha, I’m not gonna lie you have really toned abs— not in a weird way lol :)