~The Bullet Hole's Kiss~ ( König x Male Reader )

bonus chapter : Shay

8 years before the start of the story, in Shay's point of vue.

I got 18 years old, the legal age to drink in Canada. Which meant I went to a bar, I wished I could have gone with friends, but they were too tired after the surprise party, so they left, which I couldn't blame.

I was sat at the bar, on an uncomfortable stool, I paid myself a drink, a beer, it was the only alcohol I knew, since I got a taste of it a few hours ago. I drank the beer quite quickly, making me wonder what I could do next.

I got no time to think before another woman approached me, she wasn't particularly tall, had brown hair that went to her shoulders, though her hair looked entirely red because of the lighting. She also wore glasses, which complimented her face well.

She spoke to me, though I couldn't hear what she said because of the loud music. I pointed to my ears to show her my issue. She took her phone out and typed on her notes :

"I think you're cute ;)"

I took my phone out as well and imitated her :

"Thx u too, name ?"

"Apollonia, you ?"

"First time I'm hearing that, I'm Sasha, though some people call me Sashay Away, since I apparently scare off people."

"...you didn't scare me"

"Good I guess ?? (I mean it in a funny way)"

We chatted for quite a long time on our phones, until Apollonia told me she needed to get home, so I walked her home.

We got out of the bar together, none of us being tipsy since we barely even drank alcohol. I told her :

"Now we can finally use our voices."

"Yeah."

"Is your home far ?"

"No not that much."

We walked and talked, in Québec, which I knew a bit too well. At some point she stopped and asked me :

"Aren't you scared of going out at night like that ?"

"Nothing has ever happened to me, are you scared ?"

"Not when I have a personal bodyguard."

I laughed a bit.

"I'm as thin as stick, what do you mean ?"

"I bet you would look awesome with muscles !"

"You think ? Men don't like when women have muscles though..."

She stopped in front of a door, which I assumed to be her front door.

"Since when do you have to care about what men think ?"

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2 years later

I never met Apollonia again. I loved our encounter and wished we could hang out again, but I have never been able to find her again.

The only people I met after that night were my gym bros. I started to workout and met wonderful people at the gym, and a maybe a few creepy men. We would constantly cheer each other and would even meet after the gym.

My parents weren't really supportive about me wanting to go buff, saying I should be feminine, wear dresses and find a boyfriend, though who said I couldn't be feminine in a dress while being buff ?

I was currently with Christopher, Lewis and Peter, my 3 gym bros. We were chilling at night in a park, all sat on benches. We were having a calm discussion all together until Christopher asked all of us a question :

"What do you guys wanna be ?"

Good thing to know we were all having meaningless jobs, like being a waiter or a McDonald employee. Peter was first to answer :

"Man I wanna be a singer."

The rest of us laughed at him. Christopher was the first to answer to him with words :

"At least we could work together mate, I wanna be a song writer, or like a producer. What about you Lewis ?"

"Maybe I'll go back home and be a gym instructor, I don't really know."

I responded to him :

"Well you sure have a good ability to teach workout things, why would you go back to Korea though ?"

"I don't know, I miss my mom I guess. What do you wanna be, are you gonna Sashay Away too ?"

I chuckled, I noticed all the boys were concentrated about my answer.

"I think I'll go to the military."

"Oh wow"

Peter's blunt answer made us laugh for a bit, I was soon worried about the sound we made since some people were probably sleeping in their houses meters away.

"Do you guys think I can do it ?"

"I don't know Sashay, but if you don't try, you'll never succeed, so try, stick to your principles, have motivation, nothing can go wrong."

"That was quite inspiring Lewis, thanks for that."

I soon had an idea and shared it to my friends :

"In like 10 years, we should meet again, in this park, 10 years from now, mark the date."

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1 year later

My application to enter the Canadian armes forces was accepted, and I finally got to taste the military life. Which I quite enjoyed to be honest, though many men didn't seem to.

I once wrestled a misogynistic man who thought women were weaker than men, and I quite easily won because of my 3 years of workout, and spite.

I made my job to stand up for any victim of misogyny inside of the base, this making me build a good reputation, women and men were respecting me, though the assholes still weren't.

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7 years later

I finally decided I did my time here, and that instead it was finally time to change a bit, so I applied for special forces, hoping I would get in.

But even if I change countries, I'd still remember to meet my buddies again in 3 years. And maybe try to find Apollonia too.

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Author's note :

I noticed in the comments that many of you were saddened by Shay's passing. When in fact she is not that much in the story, there are mostly descriptions of her, just some actions before her death to show these descriptions were real. I think you mainly liked her because of the fact she was a buff, strong, tall woman, because honestly, you must be as tired as I am of men writing women in such an unnecessary sexualized way.

I had the whole idea of writing bonus chapters when I was talking to my friend, who's name is Apollonia. I made her read my story at the start, she liked Shay a lot, and then Shay died and she hated me for it :) I like to make jokes about Shay's death to her.

Oh and yeah, I used 3RACHA's English names and put them as gym bros, I thought they would do so much better than random character 1,2 and 3. Stan Stray Kids guys.