His part-time job ended late today. The sun was no longer up, getting replaced by the full moon. Rome quickened his steps, cursing when the last bus passed him without slowing down. It was just his luck. Sighing, he took the shortest path to his home. These back streets were so creepy. Rome didn't like the eerie atmosphere they gave at night. Even the street lamps were not working correctly, flickering here and there. He shivered as the cold breeze caressed his bare legs. Walking faster, he managed to pass a few side alleys when the snapping sound made him stop. He knew he shouldn't look, but something pulled him in. One step. Two steps. Three steps, and he was on his way through the darkness. Another thud and soft groan startled him. He quickly hid behind the bin, peeking at the silhouette squatting in front of another one. The lying figure wasn't moving, and Rome didn't have to be a genius to know he was dead. Any other person would shake in fear, but Rome didn't. His brows furrowed, waiting for the killer to stand up. The man straightened up, stretching his strained muscles, and at that moment, Rome understood. Coming out of his hiding spot, he sighed loudly. The killer swiftly turned around, ready to fight.
"How many times did I say to be more careful." Rome eyed the tall man.
"Sorry, he was an asshole." The person apologized, but Rome suspected he didn't mean it.
"Whatever, P'Pick. You could at least wait till I get home. You always have fun alone." Rome pouted, letting the taller man pull him into the hug.
"I will take you with me next time." Pick smiled, kissing the top of Rome's head.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED New drabbles and short stories with Off/Gun and their couples. This time a little bit dark.
