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    You met him when he was moving out; you met him again in school when he was transferred to another school; you came to realize your feelings for him when you parted your ways after graduation; you decided to tell him how you felt about him when he flew back to his country; you flew to his country to seek a job, hoping to meet him again but he was said to have been engaged.

    You came across him at the parking lot that day. Afraid to be embarrassed, you just smiled to him in the distance.
    Not noticing him running to you, you ruined the last chance by hitting his right hand hard on the door frame.

    "I...I'm so sorry!" You broke down, slapping yourself mentally.
    "Hallo, (Y/N), I'm surprised to meet yak here." Even it was fu*king hurt, the silver-haired German disguised pain with his awesome smile.

    Doctor said he needed at least two weeks for full recovery.
    "I'm terribly sorry, Beilschmidt . Have I ruined your engagement party?" You asked while walking out of the hospital.
    "What are you talking about? Who's engaged?" He chuckled.
    "I heard that--" You felt a bit embarrassed and confused.
    "(Y/N),"He said seriously, "you've been watching over me, eh?"
    "Um, no, you know, Elizaveta told me."
    "Is that so?" He suspected you were not telling the truth but soon he went back to the normal tone, "But no. I don't like her. It was my uncle's suggestion."
    "Well..."

    -------------
    You drove him home, pretending that you had no idea where he lived.
    "Any problem, please contact me." You gave him your number and apologized again for breaking his knuckles.
    "(Y/N), you could stay to 'put me in ward' if you feel worried." Gilbert saw your stricken face.
    "..."You had a wry smile, "I've got assignments to do."
    "Okay." When he tried to open the door with his broken hand, you realized something.

    In the end, after you prepared supper for him, you went back home to arrange your suitcase.
    That was definitely a good chance to confess to him.

    Oh, no! What am I thinking about?!

    During this week, you helped Gilbert whenever he needed you to .
    "We're like a couple." He said while watching you cleaning the table after dinner. Your cheeks burnt at his words but you didn't respond nor dared look at him.
    He chuckled and continued to read newspapers.


    ***************
    Friday of the second week
    Today, you were told to remove his bandage if you wanted.

    "Hm, it looks fine." Gilbert said and stretched his fingers.
    "Not hurt at all?" You asked, concerned eyes on him.
    "Nein!" He exclaimed.

    I'll leave tomorrow. This is the last chance.

    You became depressed again while packaging your clothes. You went down stairs to have a glass of water when you saw a notebook lying on the sofa.
    Curiosity drove you to see what was in it. It turned out to be his diary.

    Accidentally you glanced the date of “September, 20th”, the day when you came here to "take care of" him. 21st, 22nd...27th....till today.

    He couldn't write with injured hand. You came to realize something.

    You knew that he loved keeping diaries. And he even owned a secret library to store his masterpieces!


    "(Y/N), what's up? Haven't you slept yet?" He noticed the lamp was on.

    "Gilbert," You felt like being toyed with, staring up at him solemnly.

    "What? Your face look scary..." Gilbert felt nervous at your hostility.

    "What's purpose of allowing me to stay here? To be part of your material for diaries? Or just for fun for not having a company ? Or mocking me, the one who had loved you since teenage years yet dared not say a word?" You questioned him angrily, approaching him step by step.

    He was silenced by your words, a bit hurt but smiled sincerely at the sentence you had loved him since you were teenagers.

    He noticed the diary on the sofa and replied calmly, stepping closer, "(Y/N), you cannot read one's diary without permission. But mine is okay."

    You were touched by his simple words, guilty immediately flooding over you. Meanwhile, you blushed when you realized you two were so close to each other at that moment.

    "I want you to stay here because I like you." One step closer, crimson eyes gleaming.

    You were astounded, lightning-struck, unable to move.

    He wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed you, "Ich liebe dich."
  You just held him tight and kissed him back.

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    You met him when he was moving out; you met him again in school when he was transferred to another school; you came to realize your feelings for him when you parted your ways after graduation; you decided to tell him how you felt about him when he flew back to his country; you flew to his country to seek a job, hoping to meet him again but he was said to have been engaged.

    You came across him at the parking lot that day. Afraid to be embarrassed, you just smiled to him in the distance.
    Not noticing him running to you, you ruined the last chance by hitting his right hand hard on the door frame.

    "I...I'm so sorry!" You broke down, slapping yourself mentally.
    "Hallo, (Y/N), I'm surprised to meet yak here." Even it was fu*king hurt, the silver-haired German disguised pain with his awesome smile.

    Doctor said he needed at least two weeks for full recovery.
    "I'm terribly sorry, Beilschmidt . Have I ruined your engagement party?" You asked while walking out of the hospital.
    "What are you talking about? Who's engaged?" He chuckled.
    "I heard that--" You felt a bit embarrassed and confused.
    "(Y/N),"He said seriously, "you've been watching over me, eh?"
    "Um, no, you know, Elizaveta told me."
    "Is that so?" He suspected you were not telling the truth but soon he went back to the normal tone, "But no. I don't like her. It was my uncle's suggestion."
    "Well..."

    -------------
    You drove him home, pretending that you had no idea where he lived.
    "Any problem, please contact me." You gave him your number and apologized again for breaking his knuckles.
    "(Y/N), you could stay to 'put me in ward' if you feel worried." Gilbert saw your stricken face.
    "..."You had a wry smile, "I've got assignments to do."
    "Okay." When he tried to open the door with his broken hand, you realized something.

    In the end, after you prepared supper for him, you went back home to arrange your suitcase.
    That was definitely a good chance to confess to him.

    Oh, no! What am I thinking about?!

    During this week, you helped Gilbert whenever he needed you to .
    "We're like a couple." He said while watching you cleaning the table after dinner. Your cheeks burnt at his words but you didn't respond nor dared look at him.
    He chuckled and continued to read newspapers.


    ***************
    Friday of the second week
    Today, you were told to remove his bandage if you wanted.

    "Hm, it looks fine." Gilbert said and stretched his fingers.
    "Not hurt at all?" You asked, concerned eyes on him.
    "Nein!" He exclaimed.

    I'll leave tomorrow. This is the last chance.

    You became depressed again while packaging your clothes. You went down stairs to have a glass of water when you saw a notebook lying on the sofa.
    Curiosity drove you to see what was in it. It turned out to be his diary.

    Accidentally you glanced the date of “September, 20th”, the day when you came here to "take care of" him. 21st, 22nd...27th....till today.

    He couldn't write with injured hand. You came to realize something.

    You knew that he loved keeping diaries. And he even owned a secret library to store his masterpieces!


    "(Y/N), what's up? Haven't you slept yet?" He noticed the lamp was on.

    "Gilbert," You felt like being toyed with, staring up at him solemnly.

    "What? Your face look scary..." Gilbert felt nervous at your hostility.

    "What's purpose of allowing me to stay here? To be part of your material for diaries? Or just for fun for not having a company ? Or mocking me, the one who had loved you since teenage years yet dared not say a word?" You questioned him angrily, approaching him step by step.

    He was silenced by your words, a bit hurt but smiled sincerely at the sentence you had loved him since you were teenagers.

    He noticed the diary on the sofa and replied calmly, stepping closer, "(Y/N), you cannot read one's diary without permission. But mine is okay."

    You were touched by his simple words, guilty immediately flooding over you. Meanwhile, you blushed when you realized you two were so close to each other at that moment.

    "I want you to stay here because I like you." One step closer, crimson eyes gleaming.

    You were astounded, lightning-struck, unable to move.

    He wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed you, "Ich liebe dich."
  You just held him tight and kissed him back.