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“Fuck,” Ivan hissed, breath catching as he cradled his arm. It wasn’t even loud—just low, hot, bitten off through clenched teeth.
Till froze. Hot??
He was halfway through uncoiling another cable when the word hit him, sharp and visceral, like someone had yanked a string inside his chest.
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Till realizes he might just have a thing for Ivan's voice when he isn't his calm, composed, perfect self. So, of course, Till being the stubborn person he is, he has to get more out of Ivan
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"I’m sorry, but I’m not a machine. I need to eat.” Ivan said quietly, polite but with an undertone of annoyance that wasn’t noticed.
The moment the words left his mouth, he knew it was a mistake. The silence that followed stretched too long, heavy and cold. He had heard that silence before, seen it before others were punished—but never towards him.
It happened so fast, he could hardly tell what ‘it’ even was. Sharp pain filled his head and he brought a hand to his cheek. Why did Unsha hit him..? He had never done this before. All he did was politely request a break.
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After a harsh punishment from his guardian, Ivan finds himself injured, shaken, and longing for the one person who’s ever made him feel safe—Till. But when Till sees the damage done, something changes between them. In the quiet shade of the garden, comfort turns into something deeper, something Till urgently tries to ignore.
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(EDIT: this fic is on hiatus, but i am still writing other works.)
Ivan swallowed hard, but the corners of his mouth tugged upward. It was kind of funny in a way, how furious Till looked over something so… sweet. He didn’t want Ivan to leave. That was all.
“I’ll write to you,” Ivan said, tapping the window.
“You better.”
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Ivan never forgot his childhood best friend—or in other words, his first love. Years later, they’re reunited as college roommates. The only problem? Till doesn’t remember him. But Ivan’s determined to catch Till's attention again, just better this time.
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“You’re kind of stupid.”
Ivan blinked. “What??”
“For walking in here and being near me for so long. You’re totally gonna catch it now.”
Ivan rolled his eyes and stood. “Then I guess you’ll have to make me soup next week.”
Till laughed, hoarse and tired, but real. “You'd make a good boyfriend for someone, Ivan.”
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Till is sick and Ivan panics, rushing to take care of him.