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Till was supposed to be at Ivan's house just for studying. Ivan was a good tutor, and Till needed help studying for the upcoming math test— the final one before the winter break. But apparently, Mother Nature wanted to keep them as close together as possible.
So now, there was a mountain of snow trapping them inside Ivan's house, and trapping Till from going home. His parents already knew, and they said that he could stay the night with Ivan— but that didn't mean Till liked the idea of staying over with Ivan.
Ivan was annoying— and he constantly flirted with Till, even though Till was 100% sure that he didn't like the emo kid.
"Will your parents be coming home?" Till asked, fidgeting with his hands as he sat on Ivan's couch.
"Nah. They can't get into the driveway, so they're gonna book a hotel for the night." Ivan replied from the kitchen where he was cooking some easy macaroni and cheese.
Till grumbled under his breath. Of course they were alone. Well… not completely alone. Ivan's sister, Sua, was there, but she'd locked herself in her room as soon as Till arrived, claiming that she didn't have time for their "gay ridiculousness".
Till wasn't sure what she meant, because he was bisexual— Ivan was the gay one.
Maybe she'd just been talking to her brother. That wouldn't be surprising, from what Till saw at school, they were constantly playfully arguing.
"Is dinner almost done?" Till asked, not looking away from his phone screen.
His music app wasn't giving him the perfect shuffle of his favourite songs, so he had to keep pressing the button until it was just right. Sure, he could have organized them manually, but that took too much time, and the shuffle button was far more useful.
"Twenty minutes." Ivan said, walking over to the living room with his phone in his hand.
"Damn. That's too long. I'm hungry." Till grumbled. "Can't you make it go any faster?"
Ivan laughed softly, his snaggletooth catching on his bottom lip as he did so.
He said, "Till-hyung, you know I literally can't make it go faster, right?"
Till rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Whatever. I'm stuck here so you should be able to make it cook faster."
Till was only acting like this because it was only Ivan here. Had Ivan's parents been home, he would have been far more polite, as he prided himself with the good impression he'd left on Ivan's parents— one where they thought he was a perfect boy and the perfect student— despite his grades being less than average.
But of course, they knew that Ivan was tutoring Till, so they knew that he was getting help for his grades.
"I'm not magical." Ivan teased.
"Why aren't you?"
"Well, it's not exactly possible because magic doesn't exist—"
Till laughed softly. Banter was really easy when it came to Ivan. And no matter how much they insulted each other, neither boy took it personally. Ivan rarely insulted Till in return— he would often just playfully banter back at the silver haired boy.
Twenty minutes pass, and finally the oven dings.
Ivan pauses their conversation and heads over to the kitchen to retrieve the mac and cheese.
"Do you want to wait for it to cool down or are you good with it hot?" Ivan asked, eyes soft with concern. Why was he looking at Till like that? That made no sense, it was a look that one would give their significant other— not their friend. But Till pushed that thought from his mind because FINALLY there was food.
"Hot please. I'm cold." Till replied.
"Sounds good!"
Ivan walked over with only one bowl of mac and cheese, so Till's eyes narrowed.
"You aren't eating?" Till raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Sometimes Ivan did this. He struggled with food, and sometimes would skip meals entirely.
But he'd been getting better lately. What was going on now?
Ivan froze mid step, and quietly handed the bowl to Till. "…no. 'm not hungry."
"Yes you are." Till insisted, putting his bowl down on the coffee table, then standing up to head towards the kitchen. "And if you won't make yourself a bowl I'll make it for you. And force feed it to you if I have to."
He could hear Ivan's breath hitch. Was the bastard into that or something?
"…only if you give me the food." Ivan murmured.
Till sighed dramatically. "You're like a baby, you know? Can never do anything for yourself."
He got Ivan the food anyway.
Till let Ivan hold him on the couch anyway.
And when Ivan kissed him?
He didn't pull away for once. It wasn't scary like he'd thought. It was rather nice, he found— really nice. So they traded kisses for a while.
"Can we stay like this?" Ivan asked at one point.
Till nodded, not saying a word.
And that was enough.