OffGun February Collection of Drabbles 2023

Embarrass (Pick/Rome)

Author's note: Part 8/?? of Pick/Rome as part-timers. 

Pick should have been embarrassed by the shameless flirting he attempts to try on Rome, but he surprisingly wasn't. He was more nervous, though. Rome was looking at him with widened eyes, the question he popped out not long ago still hanging in the air unanswered. 

"Can I?" He dared to ask again, hoping to unfreeze Rome from the state he got him in. The boy seemed to recover, chuckling awkwardly. Pick felt his heart drop. He was probably too bold, sacring Rome away. He was stupid. 

"You can try," Rome answered in the end, his face flushed. Pick's face lit up with a huge grin. 

"I will make you mine." He winked at the younger colleague confidently. 

"Good luck with this little one." Pao patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. 

"Thank you?" Pick answered confusedly. 

"You know, our munchkin here is very popular. You will have a lot of rivals." Pao added before he disappeared into the office. 

"Rivals?" Pick repeated, eyeing the tiny barista. Rome fidgeted uncomfortably under his gaze. 

"P'Pao is exaggerating." 

"Why do I have a feeling it's not true?" Pick huffed, shuffling towards the blushing youngster. 

"Maybe one or two people seemed a little interested in me, but that's all." Rome tried to explain. Pick stopped in front of him, scanning his pretty, flushed face. 

"I hope I have a better chance than them." Pick dared to touch Rome's lean hand, feeling the soft skin of his palm in his. Rome didn't flinch away, letting their fingers intertwine. The moment was magical, and Pick didn't want it to end. Their hands fit so perfectly together like they were meant to be. He was now even more determined to make Rome fall for him. Rivals or not.