If you're "confused" by that (Ver. I) thingy, it's explained at the end-

TW: Slight crying (I think that's all, it's honestly pretty fluffy)

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Today, for Virgil, had been awful. He'd slept terribly in the night, stayed in till 10am, one of his co-workers failed to show up, so he had to take an additional shift to not disappoint his boss, and in addition to that, literally all of their customers today were absolute Karens; so much that he soon felt a headache forming above his brows. After that, he strolled through the park to distract himself, and a pigeon took a shit on his sleeve. At that point, he couldn't deal with it anymore, so he angrily headed back to his apartment, completely ignoring the occasional sound of a notification arriving to his phone.

He speed-walked, hood over his head and scowl on his face. Right now all Virgil wanted to do was lay sprawled on his bed, blasting My Chemical Romance through his headphones. Climbing up the stairs, he prayed Roman would take pity on him and not act annoying till the morning...He just wanted to be on his own. 

The anxious man unlocked the door with his set of keys, adorned by half a dozen keychains, and stepped into the living room, kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat at the entrance.

He walked further into the apartment up until he was in front of the kitchen counter, leaning on it, head in his hands. As he groaned in frustration, he heard the sound of something shuffling on the couch, that something being Roman.

Virgil stood there, irritated, awaiting the extravagant remark or flamboyant greeting he was convinced the other would make. Surprisingly, nothing came. The taller one simply stood up from where he was sitting, surrounded by cushions, and walked over to the shorter one, keeping half a meter between their bodies. His shoulders were forcefully pulled back as he attempted to give off an air of confidence, which had been tainted  by recent events.

"Hey, Virgil. You're back..." he said monotonously, the ounce of pain in his voice confusing Virgil. Did something happen?

Hesitantly, he asked, "Roman, is something wrong?"

In response, the one in red merely shrugged and walked back over to the couch, screwing his eyes shut as if to hold back tears. The anxious one didn't know how to approach the situation, so he just stayed where he was, patiently awaiting for his roommate to speak. 

"You forgot."

Virgil was quite sure he'd never felt so much hurt seep through Roman's voice before. What did he mean? Today wasn't anyone's birthday, or special day, or festivity, so what could he have forgotten?

He took a step forward, timidly, not wanting to make things worse. "What do you mean, Ro?" 

A deep breath. Fingers fidgeting with the hem of a shirt. Messy hair. Defeated vibe. Was this what Virgil looked like all the time? Is this what his friends saw when he was there? And most importantly, why was Roman acting like a more brightly dressed version of him?

"I mean, that you forgot about our date. You know, the one I'd started planning a week ago? The one I told you the plan for just yesterday evening? The one where we'd wake up at sunset, walk around the city, have an ice cream and then come home so I could make us lunch? The one you told me you'd be free to come to? Yeah, that date."

At first, Virgil was just stunned. This wasn't real, right? Just some elaborated, twisted nightmare his brain was coming up with...But if so, why did he feel the fresh air coming from the bigger window? Why could he smell his roommate's cologne? Oh God, it was real. This was happening. The words sunk in, one after one, each leaving a cut bleeding with guilt in Virgil's heart. How could he?

He knew what it was like, he knew how Roman felt, he'd experienced it a couple times before, but now he wasn't on the receiving end anymore.

Realizing he'd said nothing, and that Roman was clearly thinking of leaving the room, the shorter one quickly ran over to where his...Friend was, nearly falling over along the way. "Roman...Oh my God, Roman I'm so sorry!"

The taller one glanced over to the other, his eyes slightly glazed over with tears. "It's- Fine. It's fine, Virge...Don't worry."

Virgil's eyes shined with panic as he surveyed his expression. Roman appeared sincere, but no way was the anxious one going to forgive himself so easily. He needed to pay the other back, whatever it took.

"No, it's not fine, I'm sorry, really, I am, I swear! I- Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Ro!"

He went on and on, muttering apology after apology, not stopping even when Roman wrapped his arms around him and sat him on his lap, letting the shorter one hide his face in his neck. He knew he didn't deserve the affection, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the warm embrace, so he just pathetically slid onto the other's lap, mumbling about how much of a 'Fucking idiot' he was, Roman occasionally trying to shush him.

"No! No, Roman, ok, uh...We are going on a date! Right now! What do you wanna do? Movie? A dinner, maybe? I just- I need to make up for my mistake and-"

The one in red emitted a small chuckle. "Virgil, I'm literally dressed in crappy jeans and a t-shirt, I can't go out for dinner looking like this! Also, there are no good films on today or tomorrow, I already checked."

At that true but not unkind statement, the anxious one seemed to deflate. Until...

"Hey! How about we just, like, go on the roof right now and watch the sunset? I can make you a coffee, or a tea? Does that sound good?" He suggested, a small, hesitant smile taking place on his lips. 

Roman's cheeks were now dusted a soft pink as he gazed at the other's sincere expression. How Virgil looked so beautiful in any lighting, from every point of view, he didn't know, but he certainly wasn't complaining. The sight was blissful. "That sounds wonderful, Panic! At The Everywhere! I'll go grab a blanket,-"

He cut himself off, hesitating a moment before speaking again. "-And...Virge? Thank you. You know, for giving us a chance..."

And with that, he rushed off, a blush all over his face, before the one in purple could reply. 

Many things were said as they admired the beautiful sun, from witty banter to domestic questions. They discussed about Disney, art, and how their relationship had started out. At one point during the evening Roman reached for the other's hand, and receiving no invitation to stop, intertwined their fingers, warmth radiating from their palms while they spoke in soft, careful whispers.

As the sky fell dark and stars began to appear, twinkling placidly in the darkness, their conversations mutated into comfortable silence. No words were needed as long as the could see the other next to them. In that peaceful moment, that was all that mattered. 

By the time the moon was shining right on top of them, they'd fallen asleep, a blanket lazily thrown over their bodies and tingles in their skin wherever it made contact with the opposite person. It felt marvelous, thrilling, yet somehow a little mysterious. 

Intriguing. 

And it was only, exclusively for them.

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So, was it good? And most importantly, was the ending decent?

I hope it was nice enough!

Anyway, by that (Ver. I) thing, I mean that this is the first of two versions of this prompt/title I'm gonna write (unless I suddenly decide I don't have any motivation to write the second one, because let's face it, it just be like that sometimes), so keep an eye out for (Ver. II)!

Byeee!

~K.A.P.!

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