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navi • @blksrrw
back with a new fic! tags will be updated as more chapters are uploaded~ ٩( 'ω' )و
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You who shines
Ivan/Till, Hanahaki Disease, Angst, Pining, Other Additional Tags to be Added
For Till, Ivan would do anything. Even if it meant nurturing a garden of his own.
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↳headache • @tunaeggmayosandwi
Navi please tell me that this one won’t hurt because my heart can’t take it anymore
↳navi • @blksrrw
no promises but i’ll try!! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
↳tiivmaxxing 24/7 • @ivnluvr69
NEW NAVI FIC DROPPED, WE’RE SOOOOO BACK
↳Ary | locking in!! • @cheesecak
just put down everything i was doing to run to this fic YIPPEE
- - -
Till clicked his tongue in annoyance as his finger slipped, accidentally opening a random tweet that popped up on his screen. He’d originally opened the app to schedule a promotional tweet for a side project he was in before bed, he didn’t have time for this.
As Till moved to close the tweet, he paused in his tracks, catching sight of his and Ivan's names being mentioned. Squinting, Till took a closer look at it.
What was this all about? A fic? He stared at his phone in confusion for a moment before it finally clicked in his head that ah, it was fanfiction.
There were people out there writing fanfiction of him and Ivan?
It wasn’t that surprising to see, he supposed. He usually minded his own business when it came to what fans got up to but he’d have to be blind to not have seen such comments under posts before. Till just didn’t expect them to be so upfront about it, but they also probably didn’t think that he’d come across it anyway.
There wasn’t really much to go off, Till thought as he read through the tweet again. But it did seem to be good, or decent at least, judging by the reception the tweet had. He had no idea what this ‘hanahaki’ thing was even meant to be but curiosity was getting the better of him. The bright blue colour of the link stood out from the sea of black and white words didn’t help, taunting him, calling out to him.
It wouldn't hurt to take a peek and see what it was right?
Yeah, it was totally normal to want to check out fanfiction of you and the guy you were interested in anyway.
- - -
It was… actually pretty well written. Till found himself surprised by how good it was. He didn't have any expectations coming in, but it left him craving for more.
Making himself comfortable in his seat, Till moved on to read the other works Navi had uploaded. And before he knew it, he’d gone through it all at a speed he didn’t know was possible for him.
It wouldn’t have been an exaggeration to call Navi talented. They were exceptionally skilled at writing; crafting intricate plotlines and weaving stories that flowed so smoothly, scenes written so descriptively that they could be pictured in his mind, the way they captured emotions tugged at his heartstrings, as if he was the one experiencing those feelings instead.
But they seemed to have this really strange inclination for angst. One-sided pining in particular, where it was almost a miracle that Till liked Ivan back in most of their works.
Oh don’t get him wrong, Till wasn’t bothered by that of course. He just wondered how the hell they managed to get such ideas in their head?
He didn’t care about the weird shit they were into. It’s not like some random fan would ever know what either of them was really like anyway.
What did it matter to him if that was what fans could spin out from their interactions together, or how they interpreted things? And if it just happened that this asshole in particular was blind or had their head stuck up their ass? It wasn’t his problem.
Grumbling under his breath, Till went back to Navi’s profile and hit the subscribe button. Even with all the complaints he had, he had to grudgingly acknowledge that they had him quite hooked on their works. He desperately wanted to find out what happened next.
Unknown • @unknown_tte
New work.
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Consume me
Ivan/Till, Porn without Plot, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Marathon Sex, Creampie, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Felching
Till fucks Ivan like no tomorrow and then eats his ass out.
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↳tiivmaxxing 24/7 • @ivnluvr69
bro… im kissing you on the mouth rn
↳🐟🐟🐟🐟 • @salmonfishhuu
Thank you for my life actually.
↳Chip • @honeytoast
YEESSS, YEAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
- - -
Till… had no idea how he had gotten to this point.
No, scratch that. He knew, but in his defence, blanking out while powered by your stupid horny brain and coming to with a fully written piece of you and your coworker getting freaky together was not exactly something he was going to readily admit.
Not yet anyway.
It’s not like Till could help it! Especially when faced with someone as perfect as Ivan, who was like the sun and Till, a planet in his orbit; inexplicably drawn and bound to him.
The more he got to know and interact with Ivan, the more Till felt himself falling for him. When a short conversation with Ivan or even just catching a glimpse of him at set would brighten his day. Seeing how enthusiastic and eager his junior was to learn and improve while working on set always warmed his heart.
And his face! Oh Till could go on forever about it. His face was easy on the eyes, a perfect blend of defined lines yet soft features. The baby fat still present in his cheeks tempted Till so badly to pinch them. He was particularly fond of Ivan’s eyes, obsidian black like the night sky with red pupils akin to comets that just drew Till in, framed by thick lashes that seemed to brush against his skin when he blinked. Not to mention the way his snaggletooth cutely peeked out every time Ivan grinned or smiled, pressing against his lip. Till just couldn’t get enough of it.
It wasn’t just that, even his body was pure perfection. Not that Till ever had the chance to actually see it, but the rare occasions when Ivan wore more form-fitting clothes were more than enough for him to imagine what it was like. The way his clothes practically clung onto his body, accentuating his slim waist, perky ass and toned chest drove him crazy. How could someone be so hot and cute at the same time? That had to be illegal!
Yet his sun was so far out of his reach, something he could only admire and yearn for from afar. Till couldn’t bring himself to act on his feelings; professionalism telling him to keep his work and private life separate as he always did, but also out of worry that Ivan would feel coerced to go along with his whims, and the extra pressure his junior would have to put up with if things ever went awry at work because he couldn’t control himself.
Stuck with his repressed feelings, Till found himself turning to reading fanfiction of them instead, like some teenage girl who didn’t know what to do with her newly found crush.
It was only when he found out about the smut that fans had written about them did things all start spiralling out of his control, somehow ending up with him channelling all those desires into writing porn of them. It wasn’t like what he wrote was the worst or craziest out there anyway! Till was honestly pretty impressed by how creative and imaginative some of the fans were, coming up with concepts like being assigned dominant at birth to self-lubing assholes.
What the hell, sure. He could roll with that.
He certainly wasn’t complaining about that because if anything, wasn’t he the one who was benefiting the most from it anyway?
One thing that did surprise him was the fact that Navi read his fics. Everyone was free to read whatever interested them, and Till wasn’t one to judge them for it, but this was Navi he was talking about here! The weirdo up in their high and mighty throne of angst, reading smut of all things. Smut that he wrote.
Not that Till was paying special attention to Navi or anything of course. Why would he do that! They just… stood out more to him, since they were the one who opened the doors to fanfiction for him, leading him down this rabbit hole. It definitely wasn’t because of him being petty or anything.
He still remembered the disbelief he felt when he saw them interacting with his posts, a weird sense of victory welling up in his chest, feeling like he’d just knocked someone down a few pegs.
It was a small win for Till in this one-sided war of his.
The following weeks passed by in the blink of an eye and the prep work for Round 6 began to pick up as the filming for it drew closer. At this point, Till would normally be focused on going through and practising his lines, yet his script sat on the table, pages fluttering in the night breeze. Owner of said script currently hunched over his phone, eyes glued on it with a gaze so intense that it could burn a hole right through the screen.
Till had practically thrown himself over his phone the moment he saw it light up with the notification that a new chapter had been uploaded, chucking his script aside. He clearly had his priorities straight.
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navi • @blksrrw
final chapter’s up yaaay! please remember to check the updated tags, everything just kinda ran away from me ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) i'll def cook up an alternate ending soon ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
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- - -
In hindsight, he really should have gone to check what the updated tags Navi mentioned were, having barely skimmed the first half of the tweet but he’d be damned if he stalled on reading the update any further. Till had to know how the story ended after the crazy roller coaster of emotions the fic had taken him on and all the build-up from the previous chapter.
He spotted the scrollbar almost at the bottom of the screen and yet the whole situation just kept getting worse and worse, going downhill with no end in sight. It couldn’t be what he thought it was going to be right?
‘Ivan’ was alone, caught up in another coughing fit but this one seemed worse than all the ones before; yet ‘Till’ was nowhere in sight. The next few paragraphs were all dedicated to describing how much flowers were being hacked out of his lungs, the bloody scene and the excruciating pain ‘Ivan’ was in. And when ‘Till’ finally(!) appeared at the end, it was only when ‘Ivan’ couldn’t hold on any longer, dying right before his eyes.
Huh.
It wasn’t the ending Till was hoping for, but he wasn’t upset by it or anything. Hell, deep in his heart he already saw it coming, considering what Navi’s previous works were like too. It was just frustrating seeing that all the pain and suffering Ivan went through was for nothing. Dying after all that, not even knowing whether his feelings were reciprocated or not.
But whatever, he didn’t have any gripes about that. What Till couldn’t get out of his mind were the last thoughts Ivan had before his unfortunate death.
Thank you for being a victim of my shallow feelings.
What the hell?
Till could feel the blood rushing to his head. What the fuck were they trying to say? Implying that Ivan wasn’t worthy enough? Or that his feelings would have been a burden on Till? And even if that were the case, which it certainly was not, that was a burden that Till would gladly bear in a heartbeat. It was appalling that someone would think otherwise. This asshole truly was insane.
Ivan was objectively the hottest guy that Till had ever known. And they would dare to suggest that he’d be insecure like that? Or that Till wouldn’t want Ivan at all? And let him just up and die like that? As if he didn’t desire that man so badly, wanting nothing more than to see Ivan become a wreck under his hands. As if he didn’t want anything more than to sweep him off his feet and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. As if he didn’t have multiple documents full of porn he’d written while fantasizing and thinking of fucking him.
Just who the fuck did this fucking asshole think they were?! He’d never felt more offended in his entire life.
Till took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. If someone was going around spreading such bullshit, it was only up to him to set things right. For the sake of Ivan’s honour.
Unknown
Hey
Congrats on finishing your fic.
I really liked the descriptions and how well thought out the plot was.
Till shot off a quick compliment. Despite all the gripes he had, it was still a well-written story and he had to give credit where credit was due, he was a decent person with manners after all.
His phone lit up not long later.
navi
omg hii ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎
i’m so happy to hear that, thank uuu! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
He wasn’t expecting such a fast reply from Navi. Were they that terminally online with nothing better to do? The kaomojis they sent radiated pure arrogance, what the hell! He’d like to see how smug they were after he was done with them.
Unknown
But frankly speaking, for someone who writes and tells stories so well, you don’t seem to know or understand the people you’re writing about at all.
The way you wrote Ivan is just ridiculous and incredibly out of character.
He is nothing like that.
navi
i guess!! it might be a little ooc but it’s derivative fanwork anyway so you’re just gonna have to suspend your belief a little ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ
Unknown
It’s astounding that you don’t even find it disrespectful to Ivan.
And you’re absolutely insane to imply such things when you don’t even actually know him.
Till would totally like him back too.
If I were Till, I wouldn't want him calling his feelings shallow nor would I ever make him feel insecure.
navi
woaah let’s calm down a little mr fanboy
you never know, maybe ivan came to me in a vision and told me all about it (´⊙ω⊙`)！
if you didn’t like it so much you didn’t have to read it!
guess my works were too good for you to resist though huh ꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)
Unknown
Excuse you?? Ivan is literally perfect. He wouldn’t think or act that way. Ever.
You really think that either of them would be happy seeing themselves being portrayed in such a way?
Or being seen like this?
navi
congrats on finding out about this thing called an image, my good guy
but how would they know anyway, it’s not like they read my fics lol
plus it’s not like you know them anyway too
you never know, they might just think the opposite instead heh (๑꒪▿꒪)
Unknown
EXCUSE YOU??
I’M TILL
I WOULD KNOW
YOU’RE JUST PROJECTING YOUR INSECURITIES LIKE CRAZY
navi
haha yeah, and i’m ivan
maybe you should take a look in the mirror first
are you sure you’re not the one projecting your crazy desire for ivan onto till in your raunchy fics instead
you’re so parasocial that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re till
that’s kinda sad actually.
Unknown
WHAT T HE BFUCJ ARE YOU ON ABOUT, YOU’VE READ THEM TOO????
You can no longer send direct messages to this person.
…Fuck.
The haze of anger clouding his thoughts cleared as realisation hit Till like post-nut clarity, cold water dousing out the flames burning in his heart, having vented it all out.
He threw his phone on his bed, groaning into his hands.
God, what the fuck was he doing?
Till wasn't even one to get easily worked up but he just seemed to lose all sense of reason when it came to Ivan.
Seriously. Picking a fight with a fan? Over some stupid fanfiction of all things?
Really?
It must have been all the exhaustion and lack of sleep catching up on him, Till reasoned with himself. It wasn’t his proudest moment but fuck it. He was going to sleep it off and put it all behind him. This whole altercation never happened.
As luck would have it, Till was somehow able to put the whole incident behind him, getting so caught up in his work that he barely had any time left to breathe, much less think about anything else. The whole incident was buried in the depths of his mind.
Can’t believe I still have some game in me, Till mused to himself, absentmindedly watching over the galbisal sitting on the grill. The meat sizzled over the fire as he flipped them over to reveal the cooked brown underside.
He didn’t think that Ivan would have accepted the invitation Till sprung onto him out of the blue so readily when they’d wrapped up with the filming for Round 6 earlier that day. He’d been so sure that Ivan would have had other plans, with how sociable his junior was, and how he was the complete opposite of that; often opting to head straight back home to rest up rather than hanging around. But he somehow managed to score a dinner alone with Ivan anyway so that was a win for him.
A dinner date, the delusional side of him unhelpfully chimed in. No, it was just a normal celebratory dinner with his coworker, he reasoned back to himself. He wasn’t about to act up and break his resolve just like that!
“Sunbae, your advice earlier really helped!” Ivan’s voice broke through the lull of indistinct chatter of the barbecue joint, snapping Till out of his thoughts. “Acting out a kiss scene with someone as talented and experienced as sunbae got me super nervous.” Ivan looked down, staring at his hands resting on the table, fiddling with his fingers.
Turning his gaze to the younger man who started fidgeting under the weight of it, Till briefly wondered how someone could resemble a kicked puppy so much. He could practically see the metaphorical ears and tail drooping, Ivan’s fluffy unstyled hair adding to the illusion.
“Don’t sweat about it, you did a good job today. We managed to wrap everything up fast without any major hiccups too.” Till reassured Ivan with a small smile, reaching out to ruffle his hair, silently marvelling at how soft his hair was.
Apart from the slight chills he felt from the water constantly raining down on them, he didn’t mind it at all. It wasn’t how Till had imagined their first kiss would have gone, at a shooting in front of an audience of all things, but it wasn’t the worst too. A small part of him found himself secretly enjoying the multiple takes, mentally mapping out and noting how Ivan’s lips felt every time they met.
“S-Sunbae did an amazing job as always too!” Ivan exclaimed, hand darting out to clumsily offer another toast to Till as they clinked their glasses together. He took a sip, watching with a raised brow as the younger squeezed his eyes, downing his glass in one go, pink ears peeking out from behind his hair. They’d shared a few shots before this, but the alcohol couldn’t possibly be getting to him already, right?
“Here, eat up. Don’t just fill your stomach with alcohol,” Till gently chided. Dishing out some of the cooked galbisal to Ivan’s plate, he gestured at him, “Our next shoot together won’t be for a while so make sure to take good care of yourself in the meantime.”
Ivan nodded as he beamed at Till, snaggletooth poking out from between his lips, “You too sunbae!” He returned the favour by dishing the remaining galbisal to Till’s plate too, before putting on more meat on the grill to cook, back to his usual cheerful demeanour.
- - -
The night stretched on as they ate and drank, the empty bottles on their table steadily increasing, from two to three, to seven bottles.
Taking a swig from his glass, Till let out a breath of contentment. Indulging in alcohol like this truly was the best. Reaching out to pour more soju, he took a glance at Ivan, ready to offer some to him too, only to do a double take when he saw the state Ivan was in.
His face was flushed, red spreading to his ears, past his face and down his neck; Till wondered how far down it went. Ivan’s unfocused eyes were glued to the glass he nursed in his hands, gaping at it as if it was about to reveal all the secrets of the universe to him.
“Ivan?” Till tentatively called out.
A few seconds passed before he abruptly jerked his head up, liquid in the glass almost spilling out, jostled by his sudden movement. “Wh-Whuh? Yeah?”
Oh. He was completely hammered. Till had a better alcohol tolerance than most, but he didn’t think that Ivan’s would have been that much lower than his to be this drunk already. He could’ve sworn that he was fine not too long ago.
Till got up from his seat and patted his shoulder, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Finishing the remaining soju left in the bottle and Ivan’s cup, he headed to the counter, making quick work of settling their bill.
“Can you stand?” Till asked when he got back.
Ivan nodded his head vigorously — Till swore he could almost see the afterimages of it — using the table to prop himself up on his feet, nearly stumbling on his face right after if it wasn’t for Till grabbing his arm in the nick of time. “See?” Ivan grinned at Till as he dangled from his arm.
Okay, this definitely wasn’t going to work. Even if he could support him up, there was no way he was going to let his junior walk around in that state. Till sat Ivan back on the seat before crouching down in front of him. “Get on,” he gestured to his back.
Wrapping his arms around the firm thighs by his waist, Till got up with a huff, eliciting a small ‘yaay’ from the younger man. Ensuring that Ivan was properly settled on his back, Till slowly made his way out of the restaurant.
Trudging on the streets back to Ivan’s home, Till was secretly grateful that the joint they went to was within walking distance from it. He had an excuse to spend more time with him by skipping out on the hassle of catching a taxi, even though Ivan wasn’t exactly present with him at the moment.
Till’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt, feeling the younger man shifting. The weight on his shoulder lightened as Ivan raised his head murmuring something incoherent, breath tickling the shell of Till’s ear. Oh God, oh fuck. His heart practically almost leapt out of his throat. Did this guy have any idea what he was doing to him?
Clearing his throat, Till prodded at Ivan, “What is it?”
He perked up his ears, paying close attention to what Ivan had to say. “Sunbae, y’know…” Ivan slurred out.
“I’ve always looked up to you and your works, the confidence and pride you took in everything you did was a huge inspiration for me. Getting the chance to costar with sunbae felt like a dream come true but I think at some point, it developed into something more than just pure admiration.”
No way, Till thought in disbelief. A confession? He’s seen and read countless scripts and fanfiction like this before, he knows how it’s going to go. If Till takes the chance to profess his love for Ivan too, they’ll kiss, officially become a thing, and if he’s lucky enough, make out afterwards. Right?
Heartbeat thundering in his ears, Till opened his mouth to speak when he heard Ivan mumble, voice wavering, “I’m so sorry you had to be the victim of my shallow feelings…”
Huh?
That’s not how he thought things were gonna go at all.
With barely a second to process this information, Till felt a weight settling on his shoulder again as the younger man nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breaths evening out in an instant.
What the fuck?
This guy dropped the craziest bombs on him and left him to deal with this mess while he goes to sleep just like that? Unbelievable!
His mind was in a frenzy. Till felt like he could run laps around a field and shout out to the world that Ivan liked him, image be damned. Yet, his heart ached at how Ivan thought so lowly of himself, thinking back to how he had talked himself down earlier. He also felt an odd sense of deja vu, unable to shake off the feeling that he’d heard something similar before, which wasn’t possible, but it kept nagging at him from the back of his mind.
The answer kept eluding him as he wracked his brain, slipping through his hands like sand every time he thought he’d grasped it. Just where had he seen it before? It had to have been something that Till had seen recently, or at least left a big impression on him if it kept bothering him like this.
Instead, he recalled the embarrassing online argument he’d gotten into a few days ago that he was desperately trying to forget. Damnit, why’d he have to remember that now of all times!
Till’s steps stuttered as realisation dawned on him.
It couldn’t be. There was just no way.
But there were only so many coincidences in the world. What were the chances that Ivan would just so happen to say something so similar to some random fanfiction online?
No. Maybe Navi was right. They did see Ivan in a vision and that’s how they got the idea for their dialogue. Yeah, that had to be it.
Till groaned inwardly, who the hell was he kidding. Even he knew how stupid that sounded.
This whole situation felt so ridiculous. He’d been beefing with Ivan, albeit one-sidedly, this whole time? Wasted all that time and energy when he could have, should have, just gotten his shit together and made a move earlier? What the actual fuck.
- - -
Tucking Ivan into bed, Till exhaled in exhaustion. It’d been such a long day, he didn’t think he would have been thrown for such a loop with all that went down in the past few hours. He briefly wondered how he was going to handle all the new developments that happened.
…What if Ivan didn’t remember anything the next day?
The solution was simple enough, he supposed. He just had to be straightforward with his feelings this time, no more shying away or beating around the bush. Mind made up, Till gently stroked Ivan’s hair one last time before he straightened up and prepared to leave. Before he could take a step further, Ivan reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t go,” he pleaded. Till tried to move but the puppy eyes he was shooting at him were too powerful. He couldn’t bring himself to brush off Ivan’s hand despite how loose his grip was. Till felt his walls crumbling in an instant. He couldn’t believe that Ivan still had such a deadly weapon up his sleeve.
As he huffed a sigh in defeat, he gestured at Ivan who enthusiastically scooted further in to make space on the bed. Till set his cap on the bedside table and crawled under the sheets. He turned to his side to face Ivan only to be met with his own face instead. More specifically, a body pillow that had him plastered on it as part of a promotion he did years ago. A body pillow that Ivan was snuggling into. He’d probably pulled it out from some corner of the bed when Till had his back turned but what the fuck. The real article was right here in his bed — at Ivan’s insistence too if he might add — and he was hugging the body pillow instead?
Till gingerly pried it out of his hands, scowling at the familiar mug that stared right back at him and set it beside the bedside table. Inching closer, Till enveloped Ivan in his arms, warmth swelling in his chest when Ivan hummed out with satisfaction and burrowed himself further in his embrace.
- - -
Golden sun rays spilling through the open curtains and onto his face, Till let out a soft groan as he blearily opened his eyes. He was half tempted to snuggle back into the comfortable warmth of the human furnace that Ivan was, but he knew that there was no beating his internal body clock. He turned his head down to look at his junior who was still out like a light, messy black locks falling over his face, mouth slightly agape as he slept without a care in the world.
Cute, Till thought as he lightly tapped on his nose. He softly smiled, watching Ivan scrunch his face, lips forming a small pout before relaxing again. Admiring the view for a few more minutes, Till slowly detached himself from Ivan and washed up.
Making his way to the kitchen, Till wondered if he’d need to take a step out to grab the necessary ingredients to cook a simple hangover cure for Ivan. The younger man was sure to have one hell of a hangover after all that soju he’d drunk the night before. Luckily, Till’s worries turned out to be unfounded, greeted by the sight of a surprisingly well stocked fridge when he opened it. Grabbing a pack of bean sprouts, he dug around the fridge for other ingredients he needed before getting to work at the stove.
With the kongnamul guk almost done, Till considered waking Ivan up for breakfast when a gasp rang out from the bedroom, followed by a loud crashing sound that had Till wincing from how painful that sounded.
Frantic footsteps echoing as they approached, Ivan came to a stop at the entrance of the kitchen. He held on to the door frame for support, grasping his head with his free hand. His hair was an even bigger mess, sticking out in all directions as a bright red bloomed across his face.
“S-Sunbae!” Ivan gasped out in shock, almost as if he couldn’t believe the sight of Till in his house. “Um, uh… About yesterday… I wasn’t in the right state of mind. C-Could you please forget everything I said.”
Great, Ivan remembered. This made things a lot easier for Till.
“I haven’t even had the chance to give you my answer but you’re already rejecting me and asking me to forget about it?” Till gave the pot a final stir and turned off the fire, turning to face Ivan who sputtered in response.
He approached Ivan, the younger man instinctively taking a step backwards as the distance between them narrowed. One step, two steps. Closer and closer until he was backed up against the wall, close enough that Till could almost feel their breaths mingling together.
Propping his arm up on the wall, Till stared into Ivan’s eyes, “Didn’t I tell you before, don’t put yourself or your feelings down like that. I like you too.” He paused in a brief moment of uncertainty, adding on, “…Navi.”
“When did you tell me tha–“ Ivan stopped mid sentence, eyes widening. Till could practically see the metaphorical gears turning in his head. He watched with bated breath as Ivan turned an even brighter shade of red, almost resembling a tomato, eyes opening impossibly wide.
“You– I mean– You’re–?” He squeaked out, unable to string a coherent sentence as his hands moved around in a flurry.
“No need to overwork your brain so early in the morning. Go wash up and we can talk about it over breakfast okay?” Till gently cupped Ivan’s warm cheeks, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
If Ivan’s cheeks were warm earlier, they were absolutely steaming now, almost hot enough to burn Till’s palms. He shakily lifted his hand, touching his lips in a daze as he gawked at Till, mutely nodding in response.
Ducking out of Till’s grasp, Ivan mechanically made his way to the bathroom. Till watched him with a fond look on his face, chuckling under his breath when he turned back to look at Till, almost stumbling in the process. They had all the time in the world after all.