Just Help Me Out (Roman)

[Roman Park]

Roman chuckled and let out a small ‘aww’ as Pierce complained. “So I made you get into bed that easily,” he mused with a teasing smirk. Maybe it wasn’t his own, but still, he couldn’t resist the comment.

“Hey now, I’m being considerate and letting you choose out of a variety,” Roman replied haughtily. “And I’ll have you know I work at a bar, so I have good taste. Just don’t go blabbing to all your friends that I’m willing to hand out booze to just anyone, got it?” At the question, the older man pointed out each bottle and gave Pierce the price and his opinion on each, starting with the cheapest and going to the more expensive.

That was, until he caught the scent. His brow furrowed slightly as Pierce admitted to not wearing cologne… And that was when Roman remembered having a very similar reaction when he’d first met his neighbor next door. Even as Pierce slowly moved away, Roman’s tense, taut figure moved closer, his slit-eyes locked onto the younger boy as he sniffed the air again. He hardly paid attention to the boy’s comments about the wine, too caught up in his feline senses to think about anything else. His eyes didn’t even move away from Pierce’s at the presence of the money, and just as Roman’s canines began to sharpen….

A sharp knock came at the door, and Roman’s head finally snapped up, his eyes, teeth, and nails returning to normal even as the door opened seemingly on its own. Then a head popped through the gap – small and very feminine, with Asian features and shoulder-length blonde-dyed hair. The person’s small, dark eyes were lined with kohl. “Roman!” his neighbor, Hoon, squeaked. “I thought I hear you come home, I just want to say hi and-“ The boy’s gaze fell to the other person in the room, and his eyes widened, pink lips slackening as he took in Pierce’s appearance. “Who this?” he gasped, skittering his small frame all the way inside the room so he could get a better look. “Oh, wow! Eyes so blue! Contacts?”

[Pierce Day]

Pierce's face took on a look of great offense, which was not uncommon for him, "No," he retorted, unsure if anyone could sound quite so disgusted as he did. "Stop talking about getting me into bed it's pissing me off." He'd never been 'easy' no, even his last boyfriend he was sure he'd been in love with had had to wait for Pierce to be even remotely interested in sex. It wasn't a modesty thing... he just didn't care for it... not at first anyway.


"I don't want variety, I want to be drunk," he scowled, obviously paying more attention to the cheapest option. Pierce snorted, "You assume I talk to people after our past two conversations. What in the hell ever gave you that idea?" He held the bottle in his hands, it wasn't too large of a bottle but it still dwarfed his hands as he held it, unable to fully wrap a hand around it and having to use both to even hold it up.


It wasn't the knock or even the presence of another person that snapped him out of his frozen state, eyes locked onto the predator before him, but the extremely strong accent that rang through the room. He blinked, shaking the mouselike instincts away as he looked toward the voice just as he was approached. Still recovering from the mental takeover he blinked at the other man, or not, he wasn't sure. Maybe they were a woman. Either way, he was still coming down and didn't have the wits about him to even respond with typical rudeness. "Ah, no," he lifted a hand to one of his eyes, "They're not contacts..." he looked at Roman, his harsh tone slowly sinking back into his voice, "What was that about you dumbass?"

[Roman Park]

Roman shrugged, a look of boredom settling over his features. “You’re no fun,” he complained with a sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to be more subtle.” Because yes, he thought the blue-eyed boy was very attractive, and Pierce hadn’t snapped that he was straight at all, so the older boy thought he was correct in guessing he was gay and just stubborn. But Roman could be patient… hehehe.

Roman whistled at Pierce’s impatience. “Someone sounds like they have an alcohol dependency,” he chided, but he was hardly one to speak – he drank pretty much every other day too. “Oh, so you really are that way with everyone, and not just ugly, brutish jerks like me?” Well then. It was just hard for Roman to believe that someone so adorable (so little!) could pack so much hatred and distaste.

He was used to Hoon coming over unannounced by this point, and the only reason he’d been startled was because of the state he’d been in. Roman didn’t get the chance to say anything as his neighbor suddenly started chattering at the blue-eyed boy, and took the opportunity instead to stalk over to his fridge and pull out a bag of jerky, which he chewed on aggressively. Ah… that was helping with his sudden cravings…

Meanwhile, Hoon was a little too closer to Pierce for most people to be comfortable with, but he was so amazed by this boy’s appearance that he couldn’t help it. “Wow! So blue, natural? Amazing!” He gasped again when he noticed the freckles on Pierce’s cheeks. “Ah! Those are call angel kisses, right? So nice!” Hoon beamed at the other boy before quickly backpedaling,”Oh, I am rude – my name Hoon! Are you friend of Roman? How long have you know him? Oh! He give you wine?”

The questions tumbled out one after the other as Roman chuckled at the two of them, glancing at Pierce when he snapped. “…. I have a theory,” he said slowly, taking another bite of jerky. “… You’re a mutant, aren’t you?”

[Pierce Day]

"Or just stop trying," Pierce 'suggested' helpfully, honestly he just wanted the guy to leave him alone, and if he'd had known he would be getting a stalker out of this he would have found another way. "Not a dependency," he retorted, eyes narrowed (it seemed permanent at the stage) at Roman, "more like a hobby." Or a way to get over his stupid ex that dumped him because he was too negative and mean, why did that have to matter? Stupid. Pierce snorted and looked him up and down judgingly, "Just especially ugly brutes like you."

There was little that got Pierce to be... not himself, and nothing he was very familiar with, this new arrival seemed to be made of the kind of stuff that did just that. His English was broken and he'd caught him by surprise, Pierce wasn't even sure what of his insults he would even understand... but he would try anyway.

He kept an eye on Roman for a while before deciding he was safe for now and holding his hands up to block the small blonde from his space. The foreign...person spoke so quickly he didn't know where to insert his unwanted rudeness and simply remained quiet staring in confusion at the small, strange, ambiguously gendered creature before him "What the hell are you?" he said finally in exasperation.
"Might be... Why?" he crossed his arms, "Obviously you are asshole, maybe you should try to seem less like a murderer."

[Roman Park]

Roman shook his head slowly. “Nah… I’m going to keep trying.” Even if it didn’t lead to anything, it was still amusing. It wasn’t like he was going to go knock on Pierce’s door begging for sex every day or anything, though. He wasn’t that desperate – he had Hoon, after all. “Ahh, right. Well, that’s a hobby we share, then.” In fact, Roman would probably be popping open a bottle of his own tonight since he didn’t have to work. “Ouch,” he sniffed, pretending to be hurt.

Hoon had always been under the impression that Americans were loud and outgoing, so he just assumed that most people here were okay with his personality. Roman had been, even if that had led to things that the Korean boy hadn’t expected until they happened. And he loved it! He paused only momentarily between his questions, but the one that Pierce gave wasn’t what he expected, and Hoon frowned in bewilderment before repeating,”I am Hoon! I am Roman neighbor, we very good friends.” A blush tinted the boy’s cheeks and he giggled a little as he looked over at the taller man, who returned his gaze with a slight smirk and a small air kiss. Hoon squeaked and hid his face behind his hands, giggling even more. “I sorry, I talk too fast?” he asked Pierce, knowing that he could be a bit too rapid sometimes. “Are… you… Roman… friend… too?” he asked, veeery slowly, not to be rude, but honestly trying to be better understood.

Roman chuckled at the boy’s antics, but his face sobered again while addressing Pierce. “Not a murderer,” he retorted, snagging one last piece of jerky out of the bag before sticking it back in the fridge. “Feline instincts. What are you, some sort of rodent shifter? Bunny, like Hoon?” He nodded at the blonde boy, who wriggled his nose at the question. “That would explain a lot.”

[Pierce Day]

Pierce decided to ignore it, maybe if he stopped mentioning Roman's desire to get into his pants he would forget as well... it wasn't likely but it was better than continuing the stupid conversation.


Everything had seemed to implode rather fast when it came to this situation. First, with Roman practically trying to eat him and now this guy firing questions off like Pierce only had thirty seconds to live and he /had/ to know the answers. When he repeated his name Pierce blinked, blank expression, at him for a few moments before shaking his head. "Okay, you're Hoon. And no, I am not and will never be his friend."


The smaller teen's face heated up, and his typical look of offense and disgust returned. He turned quickly, the bottle was still clutched to his chest. "None of your business. You have your money so I'm going to leave now."

[Roman Park]

Hoon beamed at Pierce again as the other boy repeated his name, as if this should be some big achievement. “Yes!” he replied happily. His expression faded into confusion again, though, as the boy denied being Roman’s friend, and he looked between the two of them uncertainly. “Oh… I sorry. I thought…” He trailed off awkwardly, for once lost for words. Why wouldn’t he want to be Roman’s friend? He was so handsome!

Roman let out a breathy chuckle when Pierce didn’t answer his question. That was evidence enough. “That ability suits you,” he teased with a grin. “You’re already so small, it must take very little shifting at all.” He grabbed the bottles that the other boy hadn’t taken and put them back in his wine rack, waving Hoon over with a finger while the blue-eyed kid announced his departure. “Suit yourself. I’m sure Hoon and I are going to have a lot of fun without you, though, aren’t we?”

The blonde boy’s eyes lit up as he scampered over to Roman’s side, and he wasn’t disappointed – Roman caught his chin in his hand and pressed their lips together shamelessly, although his heavy-lidded eyes were on Pierce even as Hoon swooned against him. “Have fun by yourself with your bottle and your hand,” he smirked, keeping the blushing Korean boy against his chest as he sarcastically waved Pierce off.

[Pierce Day]

At this point Pierce really wanted little more than to leave, this was way more excitement and interaction than he had planned for a week let alone within the same hour. He could care less about whatever 'fun' he might miss because he doubted he would even call it fun. Short story, he wasn't interested in hopping into bed with and no show off-y antics were going to change that.

He rolled his eyes, retching audibly at the display. "Well, then I'm just glad I live far enough away that I won't hear you." Pierce was out the door, his only goodbye a middle finger salute just before he slammed the entrance shut and walked back to his own place.

If he ever saw those two again it would be way, way too soon.