b.g. : y/n works as a security guard at terminal 5 in ny. what happens when 2hollis' opener rommulas teases her throughout the night & finds himself liking her more than he should?
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roman's always doing something - of course he is, that's just how he's wired. opening for his best friend, 2hollis, on the star tour, he's constantly trying to engage with the crowd, leaning into barricade and drawing attention to himself. not in a greedy or 'i crave attention' way, but because he loves being hype and hates dead crowds. roman feeds off the reactions he receives - the laughs, the eye rolls, even the blank stares.
the security guards, unfortunately for them, are no exception to this attention. they're usually men in their 30s to 40s - very different from the people attending the concert. roman will typically rap his lyrics at them, wrap his arm around their shoulders, or tap them in a playful manner. messing around with the security guards is just something he likes to do. roman doesn't really get caught up on trolling them the whole night. that was, until he met a guard who was a bit different from the rest.
the security guards usually being middle-aged men wasn’t anything appealing to roman. hollis' team scheduled the tour for two nights in new york, the first show being the night before. roman expected the security guards to generally stay the same. he didn't really think about it - it was just a subconscious assumption. so when he saw a woman who looked his age leaning against the stage, he was surprised.
you've been working as a security guard for a little while now. it's definitely not a career choice, it's just a side job to pay for the expenses of your college tuition. plus, you get to experience all kinds of live performances.
you were fit for the security guard role - you loved music, you had an rbf that showed people you weren’t fucking around, and you had a bit more meat on you, most of that meat being muscle.
you never bother to look into the performers - unless you've heard of them before and were interested. sometimes you don't even care to see whose performing until you get to work. so when you arrived and saw a '2hollis' performing tonight with 'rommulas' and 'nate sib' as his openers, you just kinda disregarded it and continued with your duties.
roman noticed you about halfway through performing the first song of his set, "no me importa". he noticed the longer hair and the feminine and smaller, but still full, frame. though, he didn't quite see your face. this excited roman because to him a new security guard meant someone new to play with.
roman went through "no me importa" without any of his teasing behavior. when the beat to the next song began to play, he decided it was time to start with his silly antics. jumping around, he made his way over to the other security guard, crouching down next to him and projecting the lyrics out practically in his face.
you can see the faces in the crowd turn into smiles and grins (though they still sang along), all their eyes focused on something to the right of you. you turn your head slightly, wanting to see what everyones looking at. you see the opener - his name unbeknownst to you - facing away from you, his shoulder length black hair covering his profile. your coworker has a slight smile on his face, letting the man rap at him.
after doing this, roman goes back to doing his routine of jumping around while screaming out his lyrics. not soon after he slowly makes his way over to you. he stands still behind you, still rapping his song but looking down at the top of your head as you face the crowd, unbothered. you can hear him close behind you, but you aren't sure if he's purposefully trying to mess with you or if he just chose to stand there. roman steps a bit closer, still looking down at your head, grinning.
he eventually gives it up, realizing you aren't going to turn around and give him the attention he's seeking. his set doesn't last on for much longer and roman soon exits off to the side. the other opener, whose name you forget, had a bit of a different vibe. less aggressive and more.. angelic? his voice sounded really good and his lyrics seemed to have more purpose than whoevers set was before him. the main attraction, a freakishly tall blonde man, comes out after him and does his own thing. his music is a bit different - more edm than the two previous.
somewhere towards the end of the blonde's set, the openers come back out for a second appearance. you don't hear their voices as much as you hear the blonde's, but you can hear them, in their loud boots, prancing about behind you.
the tall blonde jumps off the stage and into the space in front of the barricade, standing on the edge of the barrier and leaning into the crowd. who you remember as the second opener - a man with shorter mousey brown curls - follows him, also jumping off the stage and standing up against the barricade. they're both to the far right of you, in front of the other security guard. the first opener, though, has a different idea. instead of accompanying his friends at the barricade, he sits down with his legs hanging off the stage, conveniently sitting right next to you. you don't turn to look, but out of the corner of your eye you can see him placing his hands behind him and leaning on his palms. he swings his legs back and forth, his large bulky boots waving around. he doesn't stay like this for too long, as he pushes himself off the stage and lands on his feet.
this man is standing within such close proximity of you, you kind of have to turn to look at him. and as you do, he's already looking at you. you finally get a real look at his face. he has large brown eyes, which seem to be fixated on you, full lips, and just a genuinely attractive face. he matches your pose, arms crossed and leaning with his back against the stage. you can see him move his mouth, but you can't really decipher what he's trying to say, the loud music and screaming making it hard for you.
"what?" you say loudly, leaning closer to him just the smallest bit.
"hi," he repeats to you, louder than before, also leaning in a little bit, with a stupid smile on his lips.
not wanting to entertain him, you give him a sarcastic smile before facing forward once again, seeing the girls at the barricade in front of you laughing at your interaction. you can feel his stare burn into your side as the man stays there for a little while longer before joining his friends standing at the barricade.
being on the left side of the barricade - your right - the three make their way over to the right side - the area right in front of you. that first opener, the one with black-ish hair, decides this was his queue to bother you once more.
all three men sing bits and pieces of this song - the "jeans" song? whatever it was called, they were on their third replay of it. the black-haired man, singing into the microphone, stares at you with a large grin plastered all over his face, walking over to you. you stand there, arms still crossed, watching him as he gets closer. once he gets close enough, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, playfully moving your bodies side to side. you try to move away, but he just follows your step, letting no distance be created between you two. he lowers the microphone for a moment, letting it hang in his hand by his side. when he does this you turn to look, seeing his full smile with his pretty lips bearing perfect teeth. you also notice how close you two are - aside from him literally pressing against you and holding your bodies together, your faces are also awfully close.
"you having fun?" he asks you, his eyes glancing at your lips.
"i think i'd have much more fun without you holding me like this," you retort, your voice pretty monotone.
his smile doesn't falter and if anything, it widens. "you said you like how i'm holding you?" he says, purposefully misunderstanding what you told him.
before you can protest against this, he brings the microphone back up to his mouth and begins singing again, his grip on you tightening as he rocks you two back forth once more. you can see the same girls from before at the barricade laughing even harder at this.
holding onto you for around 15 seconds more, he lets go and follows his friends back onto the stage, giving you one last shit-eating grin. they replay this same "jeans" song a few more times before they say their goodbyes, the big lights coming on to indicate the end of the show.
you do your job, guiding people out of the venue, which takes you about 30 minutes. you're required to stay until the majority of the crowd leaves, so you still have some time before you're allowed to go home.
walking in a random hall near the backstage area, a figure stops you. you realize it's that same black-haired man, the same one who wouldn't stop messing with you.
stopping you, he just looks at you with a smile, a lingering moment of silence present before he says, "hey." you can properly hear his voice this time around, no bass or crowd to disrupt it this time.
"uhm, hi," you say a bit confused, your expression matching your tone.
"i wasn't trying to piss you off back there. y'know it's kind of just something i do," he informs you.
you raise your eyebrow. "you could've fooled me."
he lets out a laugh. an annoyingly attractive one.
"okay, it wasn't entirely on purpose. but it's only cause you wouldn't react," he says, his smile still strong.
you cross your arms once again. "i'm at work."
"i know," he says, taking a step in your direction, "you're pretty good at it."
you squint your eyes in confusion, wondering what he's trying to get at.
"i'm roman, by the way."
you blink, staring blankly at him.
"it's nice to.. meet you?" you tell him, unsure of if your use of 'meet' would be correct, since you two already met before.
he smiles. "it's nice to meet you too.." he raises his eyebrows, signaling that he's asking for your name.
"y/n."
"ahh, y/n," his smile turns mischievous, "it's nice to finally know the name of my favorite security guard."
"favorite?" your eyebrows scrunch up. "what are you talking about?"
roman tilts his head slightly and his cheeks must hurt from how hard he smiles. "you made me work for it - your attention. you didn't smile once."
you shrug. "i was doing my job."
"exactly," he pauses. "basically everyone else was looking at me, but you weren't."
you don't really know how to respond to this so you stay quiet. you notice him putting his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"you made me work for it," roman repeats. "i kinda liked that."
you fight the urge to roll your eyes. "you weren't really working for anything."
"oh, i was," he responds quickly. "you just didn't give me the satisfaction."
there's another pause of silence between you two. you can see his eyes dart across your face.
"so.." he starts. "you always this serious, or am i just special?"
you almost laugh. almost.
"don't flatter yourself," you tell him, your stone-cold expression finally cracking, being replaced by the smallest smile.
"so that's a no?" roman asks, his signature grin back on his lips.
you hesitate for a second. and it seems that's all he needed.
"i'm in new york again tomorrow," he says casually, looking down as he fidgets with his pocket. "i have the day off," he tells you, finally looking up at you, the slightest tinge of nerve in his eyes. "thought maybe i could see you when you're off duty. see if you'll still have that pokerface," he smiles.
your lips purse, in thought. "you're persistent," you tell him.
romans grin widens a fraction. "only when there's reason for me to be."
you can't help but look down and smile softly as a small trace of pink flushes your cheeks. he takes another step closer - not ridiculously close to you, but closer than before.
"i can give you my number. we can start from there. there's no pressure," he says, his voice softer.
you look back up at him. "..okay," you announce. "i guess," you add in.
he smiles wider than before. "sweet."
you take out your phone, putting in your passcode and opening up to the contact app. you hand it to roman, letting him type in his number before he hands it back to you.
"i'm available all day tomorrow, so the balls in your court, pretty," he grins.
you hesitate. "i'll see what i'm doing," you say, trying to keep him on his toes.
he begins to walk away, clearly having somewhere to go. "i'll be waiting, y/n," he turns to you, emphasizing your name.
you smile, "don't dwell too hard on it, roman," you emphasize his name too, playing along.
roman gives you one last flash of his gorgeous teeth before waving at you, as you return the wave. you watch him disappear down the hall and stand in place longer than needed.
you finish up any other work you had to do, driving back to your apartment and getting inside at about 2am. after changing into your pajamas, you crash into bed, exhausted from the night. you hold your phone, opening up your contacts app, your finger hovering above romans contact.
before heading to bed, you click on his name, your finger also tapping the message button. it redirects you to the messages app and you hesitate before you type out a simple message.
"hey. it's y/n."
you send it and lock your phone, turning over to your other side.
it's not long after before you hear a buzz coming from your phone. and you don't even have to check it to know who it is.
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