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@IVANofficial:
my knees buckle backstage for him. ask anyone.

@bbyboytill replying to @IVANofficial

IVAN??.... in what way.. asking for a friend

@IVANofficial replying to @bbyboytill

any ways he wants.
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Ivan doesn’t mean to drink that much.

 

Really. That wasn’t the plan.

 

It started out innocent enough — a bit of soju with his friends while horribly drunk singing karaoke to Ech0's new song 'preview'. The song had been out for a few days so they had time to learn the lyrics, the music video however? not as long. They'd decided they should all get together in Mizi and Sua's apartment to stream the music video, courtesy of Luka dating Hyuna — the lead singer of the band.Ivan had sat cross-legged on the sofa, pretending not to care while internally buzzing with nerves. Not about the video — he wasn’t even in it. It was more about the fact Till was.

 

Till in all his chaotic, pretty, annoyingly enticing glory. Chipped black nails. Spiked choker. The god-damn tie tied round his neck that Ivan wanted nothing more than to pull it and that stupid sleeveless shirt showing every flex of his arms during the guitar solo. Ivan had forgotten how insanely attractive Till was, even if it had just been mere days since they last saw each other.

 

He told himself he was just thinking that for research. However, it's not like they were just friends, and he's surely researched Till's body.

 

Half an hour, a lot of singing that sounded more like screaming when they weren't bothered with an audience and two drinks later, Luka had grinned at him from the floor and said, “Want me to mix something stronger?”

 

Ivan, already warm in the cheeks, nodded.

 

That was mistake number one.

 

By midnight, he’s lying on his back in his flat, legs propped against his living room wall, phone on his chest, slightly slurring something about how annoying it is that Till can smirk and even dare to move like that on camera without being arrested.

 

His phone buzzes.

 

[Group Chat: ANAKT !!]


Luka! : IVAN CHECK TWITTER

Luka! : fans are going feral over till and ppl are bringing up your situationship with him lmaoooo

Mizi^^ : This is why you shouldn’t talk to him in public outside of joint content</3

Sua:p : i’ve never seen twitter go so wld over a ship before since after me and mizi..

Sua:p : wild*

Luka! : the fans know smths going on.. so that means our manager does too..

 

Ivan groans loudly and grabs his phone. “'Manager can go away,” he mutters, opening Twitter.

 

What's happening:

 

#Ech0MV

#TillUnknown

#IVANTILL

#IVANofficial

#ImWritingYuriNext

 

“Why am I trending?” Ivan asks out loud, even though he knows exactly why. One click on the trending tab and it’s all there:

Clips from the MV. Slow-mos of Till’s smirk. A clip taken from a fan watching at home and screaming when Till appeared — causing the camera to shake and become all blurry. The video stopped a second later. However, the thing that stood out to him the most was the people asking "hows our king Ivan handling this if im freaking out this much?!?!",and the amount of people asking similar questions. The nice thing to do would be to answer them, right? And it would be even kinder to answer them on his public, verified, and very official account.


@IVANofficial:
he looks like tha t on purpse. he knows what hes doing. its evil.

 

God, he knew how many spelling mistakes that had, but that wasn't his priority to worry about. His current priority was reading more posts people have made of Till, or even him and Till.

 

@TillObsessed:
no one say ivans straight. the way he looks at till is like hes witnessing god incarnate. be serious.  #IVANTILL

 

@stupidgayforanaktofficial:
“situationship” is a generous term for them.. that’s a man in love with his husband.  #IVANTILL

 

He opens the tweets based only on the new music video. Mistake number three.

 

He stares at one clip of Till licking his lips mid-riff like a wolf in eyeliner and instantly loses the ability to think rationally.

 

@IVANofficial:
my knees buckle backstage for him. ask anyone.

 

@IVANofficial:
this isn’t a situationship this is me getting spiritully curb-stomped

 

@IVANofficial:
why do his hands look like tgst. why are they not on my body holt shit

 

The tweets are going viral immediately.

 

His messages are exploding. Mizi has texted him, “IVAN I SWEAR TO GOD,” but he’s not reading it.

 

Ivan is laughing again — like, full chest laugh, now clutching a pillow after making it close enough to his sofa — when his phone vibrates in his hand.

 

Caller ID: Till<3

 

He panics for all of two seconds, then hits accept.

 

“Hello?” he breathes — too quick, a little slurred, a little too eager for someone who’s just a friend.

 

On the other end, Till’s voice is low and amused. “You alright?”

 

Ivan exhales a laugh. “Define ‘alright.’”

 

“I’d define it as not thirst-tweeting like a teenager in heat,” Till replies, clearly grinning. “But hey — that’s just me.”

 

“I saw your video,” Ivan says dramatically. “You should be arrested.”

 

Till laughs — warm and real before humming. “Yeah, I'd noticed you'd seen our video, pretty boy. But you think I should be arrested?”

 

“You—” Ivan starts, then sits upright like that’ll somehow help, “—looked unfairly good.”

 

“Unfairly?”

 

Ivan nods, then realises Till can’t see him. “Yes. It’s criminal, actually. Like, police should be called.

 

Till hums, and it sounds like a smile. “You’re drunk.”

 

“I’m honest,” Ivan corrects. “And drunk. But mostly honest.”

 

There’s a pause. Nothing is said, but Ivan can faintly hear the sound of something being poured on the other end — a quiet clink of glass. Water? Wine? He imagines Till in his dark kitchen, barefoot, half-asleep, probably rolling his eyes fondly.

 

Till speaks softly. “You’re cute when you’re like this.”

 

Ivan covers his eyes, grinning. “You’re mean.

 

“I’m really not,” Till says. “If I was, I’d be reading those tweets out loud to you right now.”

 

“'Not my fault, It's yours for…” Ivan closes his eyes. “Looking like that. On the internet. With eyeliner and a chain and piercings, God your fucking lip ring—”

 

“I always wear the lip ring.”

 

“Exactly,” Ivan groans. “It’s premeditated, it's seductive.”

 

“I take it you liked the video, then?” Till asks, voice lower now.

 

Ivan scoffs. “Liked it? I watched it in fucking detail and had to physically restrain myself from texting you ‘get over here right now.’”

 

“You could’ve.”

 

“I wanted to,” Ivan admits, softer. “But I thought that would be too obvious.”

 

Till laughs again — quieter this time. “Ivan. You tweeted ‘my knees buckle backstage for him' on main.”

 

Ivan groans and covers his face with both hands. “I was being vivid, not obvious.”

 

“You were being desperate.”

 

Ivan grins into his palm. “You liked it.”

 

“I didn’t hate it,” Till says — then, after a beat: “You really like me, don't you?”

 

Ivan nods, then realises Till still can’t see him. “Yeah. Of course I do. Do you pay any attention to me when we.. uhh.”

 

Till chuckles again. “Go to bed, pop star. We’ll talk about it — talk about us — tomorrow, alright? When you’re sober.”

 

Ivan exhales. “You promise?”

 

“Yeah. I promise.”

 

He hangs up and checks back on his posts he'd just made.

 

@IVANofficial:
he looks like tha t on purpse. he knows what hes doing. its evil.

     @MIZIzzStarrs replying to @IVANofficial:

      WOAH WHAT?!?

 

@IVANofficial:
my knees buckle backstage for him. ask anyone.

     @bbyboytill replying to @IVANofficial

      IVAN??.... in what way.. asking for a friend

          @IVANofficial replying to @bbyboytill

             any ways he wants.

 

@IVANofficial:
why do his hands look like tgst. why are they not on my body holt shit

     @saonnii replying to @IVANofficial

       ARE YALL fUCKING?!

 

Ivan stares at the screen, smiling to himself and laughing at the replies before tweeting one last thing.

 

@IVANofficial:
he called me cute. i win.

 

Ivan wakes up with a dry throat, a pounding headache, a sore back from sleeping on the ground, and exactly zero will to live.

 

His phone is on the floor next to him, buzzing wildly. He groans as he twists round for it.

 

Mizi^^:
YOU’RE INSANE.


Sua:p :
We’ve lost him. He’s gone.


Luka! :
funniest night of my life. how’s your hangover king.

 

He checks Twitter.

 

It’s worse than he thought.

 

Not only is #Ivantill still trending worldwide, but his name is now attached to a viral fancam of Till biting his lip mid-chorus, overlaid with the caption “someone hold Ivan back”. That one has over half a million likes. Someone else made an edit of Ivan’s tweets set to a slowed-down rock ballad, and the top reply just says “me in the shower pretending he tweeted it about me”.He shoves his face into the nearest blanket and lets out a muffled noise of shame. Then, because he is incapable of learning from his own mistakes, he opens the Twitter app again and types out a new post:

 

@IVANofficial
Last night’s tweets were not posted by me since i was hacked and do not reflect my actual thoughts or opinions. Please disregard any posts made during that time. Thank you for understanding.

 

Two minutes later, a reply appears directly underneath.

 

@TillUnknown replying to @IVANofficial
you weren't hacked sweetheart