#romabbyweek

ROMABBY WEEK DAY 4 - BACKSTAGE

Angst / Backstage

Special shoutout to @pacscraps / @pac because their Roadies!AU version of Romabby is the inspiration for this fic! Here’s to you and your incredible AU work, my friend! 🥂

⚠️ Warning: Slight NSFW

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Romance is in need of a smoke. Or, anything really to relax him down after everything he dealt with today.

Not that it should be a big deal, anyway. As a roadie, he has grown fond of the routine that holds both change and familiarity in a daily basis. Looking after the guitars and instruments, having any necessity in place, checking on his boys – especially Mystery and his untamable consumptions to that “monstrosity” of an energy drink.

It’s a routine that has become quite regular to him…

Maybe, a little too regular, enough to forget that he’s still human.

On a pause before traveling to the next location, Romance gets out of the bus, taking in on the incoming and welcoming presence of the wind, cooling his skin and blowing back his clothes and hair. Removing his glasses, he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking in deep breaths despite the previous need to fill his lungs with his own unhealthy obsession.

“Babe?”

Blinking, he looks back while his body relaxes to one of the four voices he love and cherish with all his heart. He gives a smile up to him, though the exhaustion most likely is present still. “Hi, hun.”

“You alright out here?” Stepping down, a large hand rests at his forehead. “Not getting sick on us, are you?” He may be joking, but Romance can feel the concern in both his voice and expression.

He smiles, then melts as the hand soon cups his cheek, Romance immediately nuzzling against the warm and calloused hand. “I’m alright, Abby. It’s just work, it’s all. You need something?”

One side of the muscled lover’s lips curls up. “You.”

Romance chuckles, feeling already the warmth getting to his cheeks by the flirt. He playfully slaps Abby’s bicep. “Be serious. You’ll be sounding like Mystery days from now.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it. I mean, I got the stamina, but I’m not that needy,” Abby expresses with a chuckle. “Even though it’s fucking hot how he wants it.”

His smile then drops, Abby’s concern returning as he places his hands on Romance’s shoulders. “Seriously, though. You sure you okay? Jinu mentioned early that you seem a little unwell… Need medicine? There should be some in the covers. Although, I’m not sure if they’re expired already…”

Romance can feel the stress leaving by the sincerity, appreciating how someone chooses to look after him as much as he does for others.

“Really, I’m fine, Abby,” he assures again, wrapping his hands around both wrists. “Tours like this can get me to put more effort in than normal, making me tend to forget that I’m human… As well getting old.”

Abby barks a laugh at the last statement, but the playful pout given by Romance gets his laugh to a gentle smile, his large arms wrapping around his waist.

“Aww, babe. Don’t feel bad. You’re doing your best and it’s working without needing to stress yourself. And you are not old. You’re just as hot and young as we first met.”

Romance scoffs despite his growing blush. “That was months ago!”

Abby’s smile forms into a smirk as he leans in. “And still a goddamn cutie.”

“Ab—”

The embarrassed whine gets cut off by the lip contact, and in seconds all the stress that Romance had been holding for days was fading away. His own arms then wrap around Abby’s neck, his glasses at a dangling hold behind his fingers and allowing an act for a deep sensation without a barrier in the way.

Romance moans, feeling a heat as one of Abby’s large hands grabs on to his ass, caressing with both a massage feel and a desire for contact. The other hand rubs at his back, the act just as similar but also pulling Romance in until their chests are pressing. His own free hand then finger through the fuchsia locks, Abby’s deep groan vibrating against his lips when at a grip.

No one was around to spot them or catch them in the act. None of their boys were present to admire, and possibly join if so desired. Just them, the pink-haired duo that eventually pulls away when needing air, their tongues removing each other with a single thin strand of saliva in connection.

Eyes darkened with lust, Abby mutters near his now bruised lips. “Better now?”

Taking deep breaths, Romance’s eyes flicker down at the lips before returning eye contact. “Almost,” he answers. Then gives a small smirk. “I think I need a little more relief…”

It had to run short due to the last call before returning to the bus with ruffled hair and clothes, flushed cheeks, and bruised yet satisfied grins.

It wasn’t a smoke, but love got its ways to be a healthier option for him.

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day 5 - Hunter AU 😋

anddd a comic ooooh 👀👀👀

day 1 - at the beach!!! i can’t stay away from mermaids ehehehe……. and neither can abby apparently!!! romance is quite a catch 😋

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