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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66558739/chapters/171680710

So... what did you think about this 😄

I read it and I'm cheering for Luka

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So...

How do you feel about karma.

😊

Devastated. The Scars comic did not help .

Though it confirms dead wife Ivan haunting the narrative

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Remember the last thing I said to you. How would Till feel about Luka lying or like every character in Alien. Mizi, Sua, and Hyuna.

And how do you like my drawing of Luka.

so pretty!!! 😻😻😻😻😻

Thank you, it's wonderful. Also enjoy this skit

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Luka, obviously lying to Ivan: Ivan only needs me.

Ivan, gaslighted and very dependent on Luka: He's right

Everyone else: That's fucking bullshit

Till absolutely hates everything. He tries to talk to Ivan but Ivan runs fast and is good at hiding. And if ever Till finally catches up, either Luka intervenes or another human accidentally interrupts to third-wheel their conversation.

Mizi absolutely does not like Luka and the feelings are mutual die to their memories.

Sua feels complicated looking at an Ivan who does not seek her or Till to annoy. She does not like Luka especially when Till and Mizi told her about their experiences. Especially when Sua learnt about Round 5.

Hyuna, like Till, feels annoyance and some sort of love-hate with Luka. She kinda pities Ivan for attracting Luka's attention.

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How would Ivan react to getting his memory back in the au where the actor for Luka transmitted to the Alien Stage au.

More interesting part about it is if Luka will tell him who he really is. I feel like he won't tell who he fell for cause this will show Till can love him back or maybe he'll use it to show that Till could ever love him in a different universe and not in this one.

Idk I just want you to write about it since I love it when you write about your au's

Luka would definitely do everything to keep Ivan

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"I remember Till," Ivan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, head pounding with the weight of his resurfacing memories.

Luka’s face remained unreadable. He did not even flinch. “You think he loved you? He left, Ivan. I’m the one who stayed.”

"I know," Ivan said, his voice trembling as Luka pulled him into an embrace. The scent clinging to Luka had always been a comfort. It still was now.

“I have something to confess,” Luka said, his tone soft, almost guilty. “I don’t belong in this world.”

Ivan listened, his gaze steady as Luka— his Luka-hyung began to speak of another life. A parallel world where they were idols, where no segyein existed. A world where Luka died full of regrets, having never confessed his feelings to Ivan. And then… waking up here, in this world, and finding Ivan again.

Ivan nodded. It explained Luka's strange everything. But there was still one thing Ivan needed to know.

“You don’t have to ask,” Luka said, as if reading his mind. “In that world, Till hated you. He loathed you for no reason. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ivan had suspected it, but the confirmation still struck like gunshots. His chest tightened, his vision blurred.

“Don’t cry, my Ivan,” Luka whispered. “Your hyung is here. I’ll never leave you.”

Ivan didn’t even realize he was crying. It was instinct—the way he buried himself in Luka’s arms, chasing the comfort that felt like home. His headache and sorrow finally dulled, giving way to unconsciousness.

At least Luka-hyung loves him. Even if that love wasn’t meant for him. He wasn't the Ivan his Luka-hyung loved.

But Ivan was good at accepting anything. He doesn't want to be alone.

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Luka watched the sleeping beauty in silence. He'd watched him like this before—but Ivan hadn’t looked this broken when he didn’t remember Till. This just made Luka more determined to make sure Till won't have Ivan.

His poor, dear Ivan. Lost in the flood of memories.

The lies were necessary. Gentle ones, really. Luka couldn’t allow Till to take this Ivan too.

Not again. Not in this life.

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tillivan sucks it’s gross that’s why everybody hates it, you crying on twitter about it makes it even more sense, since y’all love the pity. what a group of losers.

What you're doing is more of a loser behavior, an act that lacks class.

TillIvan is a matter of preference.

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How would the timeliness for amnesia Ivan and Time Travel Luka. Like I know Luka will win the 50th game of alien stage but what happen after that. Like will Ivan ever get his memory back and if so will he go back to his friends or will he stay will Luka because he still believe his the one who only remembered his past life and that fact Luka wants his and Till never really looked at him until he died. Also the fact Ivan will still crave Luka's touch. He may want to stay with Luka because he may believe still doesn't like him and may be obsessed with Luka since he spent YEARS with Luka showering him with affection.

Idk man. 🤷‍♂️

I'm going to assume that this amnesiac (Time traveler) Ivan is the one with the Time Traveler Luka and not the amnesiac Ivan with Transmigrator Luka from the actor au

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Ivan remembered now.

He remembered the Garden, the escape, the way he’d thrown himself into danger so they could live. The tears in Mizi’s eyes when he forced her to see the truth. Till’s silence. Sua’s anger. He remembered it all.

He does not tell anyone but Luka. Luka who had been his everything since he forgot the not-future. Luka who is currently steadying Ivan with his cold fingers

It should’ve been comforting. It was, in a way. Luka always knew what to say, always told Ivan what he needed. That he was special. That he was loved. That everyone else had left him.

"They don't need you," Luka said as he trapped embraced Ivan "They hate you, left you for dead and they only like you since they thought you don't remember anything"

Ivan nodded slowly, mechanically. He was unlovable for he is a failure of a human being. He is more pet than human after all.

The ache swelled up again—old, heavy, familiar. Only Luka would understand Ivan. He too failed at being human.

“You don’t need them,” Luka whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “You have me.”

Ivan let his head fall against Luka’s shoulder.

The silence stretched

Luka said they would leave him again. Luka said they didn’t really want him back. Not this him who remembers the not-future.

Maybe that wasn’t true. But it felt true.

So he stayed. He let Luka hold him.

He told himself the warmth was enough.

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Auditory Voyeurism

"Auditory voyeurism isn't just about overhearing; it's about the act of stealing moments of intimacy that were never meant for your ears." – Anonymous

In which Ri hears the office wonder boy's secret through a phone call. Warning: Not for minors

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Ri sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights flickering above as he dialed Ivan's number. The usual buzz of office chatter faded into the background as he prepared to discuss their latest project. 

"Hey, Ivan! Got a moment? I need your help with the budget," Ri asked, voice tired as fuck as he glared at the spreadsheets on the computer screen.

"Yeah, sure thing, Ri! What's up?" Ivan replied, his voice bright and professional, but there was a hint of something else—something Ri couldn’t quite place.

As they dove into the project details, Ri noticed an odd fluctuation in the background noise. Was that…? He squinted at the phone. Nah, It couldn’t be. He pressed the phone closer to his ear, trying to separate the sounds. Was he hearing things?

“Uh, Ri? Can you repeat that? I didn’t quite catch it,” Ivan continued, his tone slightly strained. 

Then, it happened. A muffled moan broke through the line, unmistakably coming from Ivan. Ri’s heart raced as he realized that the competent colleague he often envied was currently receiving an enthusiastic "feedback" from someone. 

“Wait, are you…?” Ri stumbled over his words, not quite ready to confront the situation head-on. Hearing Ivan’s muffled moaning seemed to unlock something in him. Something he didn’t even know until now. 

“Mmf! I—uh, yeah, just—need to focus here!” Ivan stammered back, his voice now layered with heaps of embarrassment (or pleasure, Ri couldn’t tell).

Ri felt his cheeks flush. A voyeuristic thrill surged through him, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. It wasn’t every day you got a front-row seat to your coworker’s private life—especially in the middle of a call about spreadsheets.

That perfect pretty boy Ivan was acting like a whore in the privacy of his office. Was he spread open and fucked deep?

“This is not happening. I must be hearing things,” Ri thought to himself, in denial of his own fantasy, gripping the phone like it was a lifebuoy in a sea of unexpected sounds. But as another low moan escaped Ivan, Ri felt a wave of unmistakable satisfaction. Was he really enjoying this? What has wonder boy done with RI now? Turning him to be a pervert like him.

“Uh, Ivan, did I… interrupt something?” Ri asked, feigning nonchalance. Hopefully, he was really interrupting something. Like you know - Ivan being fucked in the middle of their phone call.

“Not… not at all! Just the usual office… hmmmm,” Ivan spluttered, his voice almost breaking. 

The background shifted, and Ri groaned inwardly as he heard the unmistakable creaking of a familiar office chair. Ri could imagine Ivan being bounced up and down. Or maybe he was being claimed like a bitch in heat- his sensual  body held captive by the sturdy arms of that chair, plowed as if he was a whore? The thought sent a shiver down Ri's spine. The image of Ivan in absolute debauched pleasure is very tempting. 

Was Ivan really getting it on while discussing their company’s quarterly profits? The absurdity of it all was not lost on Ri, who felt a mix of jealousy, amusement, and an overwhelming desire to hear more. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel if he were the one lost in ecstasy with Ivan, pressing him against the wall, their breaths hitching with every move. The thought consumed Ri, electrifying his imagination.

“Okay, so quick recap on the budget—oh wait, is that Till?” Ri ventured,unable to resist the temptation to poke fun at the absurdity of the situation unfolding before him. He could easily guess who was sharing those heated moments with Ivan; Till had always been an open book. The teal-eyed man wore his possessive streak like a badge, and Ivan had always been weak to Till even back then in high school. 

“Uh, yeah!” Ivan's voice grew frantic, punctuated by another low moan. "Seriously, can we finish this up quickly? We're… busy! My computer got infected by a virus.”

“Sure! Just the last few points!” Ri fought back laughter, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he imagined what was happening just out of sight.. Was Ivan bouncing on Till’s cock, his legs spread wide, utterly disheveled in stark contrast to his usual prim and proper demeanor? The thought ignited Ri’s imagination — he could almost picture how debauched Ivan must look, completely lost in pleasure.

“Right, so for Q4, we need to—Oh! ... I mean, I think we could push for—”

Another moan interrupted Ivan, more pronounced this time. Ri nearly dropped his phone. This was scandalous—hilariously inappropriate, and he was living for it!

As their conversation dragged on, each passing second felt like a deliberate tease. Ri caught himself imagining that the muffled sounds were coming from just beside him, despite knowing Ivan’s office was far away. Ivan’s voice, typically so composed and filled with work jargon, was now laced with breathy moans that hinted at pleasures beyond mere business. The way Ivan’s tone shifted, softening and punctuated by gasps, sent a pulse of heat racing through Ri, igniting his imagination and desire.

With every breathless  word, Ri’s imagination ran wild. He pictured Ivan, cheeks flushed, lost in a world where spreadsheets and reports faded away, replaced by the weight of Till’s body pressing him down. What would it feel like to hear those moans directed at him, to witness the look in perfect Ivan’s eyes as desire took over? Each sigh seemed to claw at Ri's restraint,making  growing desire.

A sudden flicker of jealousy twisted in his gut, but it was intertwined with a fierce longing. Would Ivan moan in the same way for Ri that he would for Till? He imagined his own hands tangled in Ivan's hair, their bodies in sync, the office a backdrop to their fervent passion. As Ri tried to focus on the call, he felt an overwhelming urge to burst through that door, ready to claim Ivan for himself and fuck prince charming into a quivering slut that he is.

“Okay, I think we're all set! Anything else?” Ivan asked, his voice smothered under the weight of what was happening on the other end. It makes Ri think thai Ivan is spread eagled on his own desk and Till plowing into a tight inviting heat of Ivan. 

“Um… no, that’s all! t!” Ri said, disappointed at his end.  He wished his report had more problems so he can absolutely use it to hear Ivan more.

"Alright, I’ll see you later, Ri,” Ivan said as professionally as he could when he was being fucked. His moaning cannot be hidden this time. “ S-stay productive!"

And just like that, the call ended—leaving Ri in silence.

Slumping back in his chair, disappointment washed over him. How could he end it so soon? He had just unlocked a voyeuristic kink he never knew existed, and now the delicious tension was gone.

“Damn it, Ivan, can’t you just let a guy live?” Ri muttered, slumping down in his chair. Everyday work was about to get a lot more interesting… and ridiculously complicated.

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Luka had made a deal with his owner. A deal that left a lingering taste of bitterness on his tongue. Win the Stage, and earn a lifetime with Ivan. He understood the cost—the experiments would be harsh. But he found a twisted solace in knowing that Ivan would be his in the end. That this Ivan lost his memories was like fate telling Luka that he had done the right thing. He could mold this Ivan into his, with no Till-sunbae and no loser dog Till to get in the way

The thought that Ivan’s genes had caught the Heperu’s interest made Luka scow though. It felt like a claim, a contest for Ivan's very essence. But it was an opportunity too. The more these aliens treat Ivan rashly, the more his adorable love will associate Luka with safety and comfort. It was a mad thought but Luka had long gone past insanity at this point. 

“I love you, hyung,” Ivan smiled and in an almost mischievous manner called out his name so sweetly “My Luka.”

Luka’s breath hitched, and he narrowed his eyes instinctively, a growl of frustration simmering beneath the surface. He felt a possessive rush surge through him. He needed more—needed to mark Ivan as his own, to claim him as all Luka’s. 

“Let me show you how much I want you.” Luka whispered as his hands gripped their way to Ivan’s waist to pull him closer. “Let me take care of you,  my Ivan.”

Ivan looked up at him, his eyes bright and trusting, a glimmer of confusion dancing within, but the thrill held him captive. He couldn’t understand the depths of what Luka was asking—or perhaps, he didn't need to at this moment. Luka had always been the one safe constant in his world.

Luka leaned in, capturing Ivan's lips again. This kiss was thicker, more insistent. He pressed Ivan down against the bed, ensuring their bodies were flush against each other. Every touch felt like a declaration, a message woven into each movement—that Ivan belonged to him and that no one else would take him away.

As Luka continued to guide Ivan, spreading warmth and desire. He couldn't help but revel in the truth they were crafting anew. Ivan was his. In this world, it would be different.

Luka would make sure of that.

Prisoner of Love

Warnings: Dub-con since Ivan is not in the right state of mind to consent.

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Ivan stared at the stark walls, his wide eyes tracing the smooth, sterile surface as if trying to find something familiar with the emptiness.

Nestled against the long, soft pillow, Ivan's hands cradled it like a cherished treasure. The familiar scent of his hyung enveloped him—a mixture of warmth and comfort that made the endless whiteness fade just a little. He pressed his nose deeper into the fabric, smelling the way it held onto the sweet scent. His heart felt an ache within him, a longing he couldn’t quite articulate. All he knew was that his hyung was his anchor, the only person who filled this sterile isolation with something else other than monotony and fear. Ivan thinks this is love. 

Each moment that passed without his hyung felt like an eternity. He often imagined what they would do if they were outside these boring walls. Ivan painted a colorful world in his mind — that the two of them were dancing with the winds, of them watching the stars of the night sky, of the sun that is real in its warmth unlike the artificial light in the room. 

But today, just as always, Ivan’s reality was a cold, metallic room with only the muted footsteps of the Caretakers outside. Still cradling the pillow, Ivan recalled his hyung’s gentle voice telling him stories of the world beyond the room. His hyung had promised that he’ll show Ivan the world outside. It was an assurance that warmed Ivan like a warm blanket.

Then he heard footsteps drawing close. Ivan felt his heart race. Who would enter today? Would it be one of the caretakers who’d prick him with needles or make him go to another room for Ivan to be strapped in some device in their experiments? Or would it be his hyung? He hopes it's hyung. Ivan really just wants his hyung.

The door opens and Ivan sees fluffy golden hair and warm gold eyes. His Luka-hyung stepped into the room. The white cold melted slightly in his presence.

“Luka-hyung!” Ivan squeaked and sprang up, the pillow tumbling slightly from his grasp. There was a burst of happiness flooding through him, wiping away some of the loneliness. He rushed forward, almost fumbling. “You’re here!”

Luka enveloped Ivan in a hug, and the warm, soothing sweet scent of him filled Ivan’s senses. For an instant, the room faded, and all that existed was comfort and safety. Luka’s arms tightened around him, grounding Ivan amidst the empty loneliness of the room.

“Always,” Luka-hyung whispered. “I’ll always come back for you.”

The way Luka-hyung looked at Ivan sometimes made him feel like the center of the universe. When Luka-hyung’s gaze lingered, filled with something that made Ivan’s heart flutter—an unexplainable shiver would be coursing down his spine. It was a feeling he couldn’t quite name, but it drew him closer, a moth to a flame. Ivan would agree to burn in Luka-hyung’s fire so he could feel all of his hyung.

“Have you been a good boy today?” Luka asked, his voice a low, soothing murmur as he brushed his cold fingers through Ivan’s hair. The caress sent a tingle like electricity straight down Ivan’s spine. He nodded eagerly. 

“Y-yes,” Ivan yelped. His Luka-hyung likes to touch his butt or chest. This time he seems fixated on his chest and nipples. “I’ve waited… just for you, hyung.”

A slow, satisfied smile crept across Luka's lips, his eyes gleaming with something darker like the black holes of the books. Ivan couldn't grasp the depth of that look, but it filled him with pride in obeying Luka-hyung’s unspoken rules. His hyung has that look when Ivan did something good.

“Good boy,” Luka-hyung murmured, pulling Ivan closer as they shifted on the bed.. "You deserve a reward for being such a good boy for hyung."

Ivan's heart raced. Reward? What did that mean? Was it another story? Another lesson? He liked those moments with Luka-hyung, learning the wonders of the world. Or would it be like those times where they ended up naked on the bed and they would make love? It was uncomfortable at first but his hyung said it’s how they should bond with each other because they both love one another but that Ivan shouldn’t be doing this with others.

Luka-hyung is silly sometimes. There’s no way Ivan even has others to do this make love thing like he does with hyung. His universe is Luka-hyung. There's no one else Ivan loves in this world.

As Ivan settled between his hyung’s legs. Luka-hyung’s hands were gripping Ivan’s wrists. The action felt comforting, as if his savior was holding him together.

“Trust me,” Luka whispered, his breath warm against Ivan’s ear. “I’ll make you feel cherished.”

Ivan nodded, though the word was a puzzle to him. He read that word but it had never been defined well. Yet on his hyung’s tongue— it seeped into him like a warm, inviting heat. Ivan felt a rush of hot pool low in his stomach as his hyung gripped on his waist. The smaller man then pushed Ivan further into the bed. His hyung can be surprisingly strong despite looking breakable.

Ivan gasped and his hyung began pressing his lips against his, slow and deliberate, coaxing Ivan to open up, to surrender. It felt good—this closeness. A soft whimper escaped Ivan as he melted into the sensation swirling around him. Was this what hyung meant to be cherished? To feel like being owned but in the right way? Not like how the caretakers own Ivan?

Ivan leaned into the kiss, almost yearning for more, pushing himself closer, though he didn’t know what more meant—those thoughts were too difficult to grasp. He was focused on how his hyung wrapped around him like a warm blanket, a stark contrast to the cold walls surrounding them.

Luka’s lips captured Ivan’s in a kiss that felt more like devouring which was different from the gentleness of their first kiss today. Ivan melted against Luka, his body instantly warming at the intimate touch. Each pull of Luka’s mouth felt like a promise. He trusted Luka completely.  After all, he had always made him feel safe.

As Luka’s hands slipped beneath Ivan’s shirt, trailing warm fingertips across the smooth expanse of his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples. Ivan gasped, arching his back, leaning deeper into Luka’s embrace. 

“Luka-hyung…” he breathed, unsure of what to expect but eager just the same. The way Luka looked at him, with a gaze that burned, made him feel like he was made of something precious. 

But in Luka’s mind, a fierce darkness simmered. Every soft whimper that escaped Ivan’s lips stoked his possessive fire.

'This is mine. He is mine.'

Luka felt the ache surge through him with every caress he traced along Ivan’s sides. He reveled in the control he held, a desperate need clawing at him to breed Ivan and mark every inch of him as his.

“Just relax, bunny,” Luka murmured, his voice low as he pulled Ivan’s shirt over his head. Luka drank in the sight of Ivan’s soft skin and the way it glowed under the light of the room. He felt his dick ache at such ravishing sight.

With a gentle nudge, he coaxed Ivan onto his back, positioning himself between Ivan’s legs, his heart pounding with both love and something primal. The trust in Ivan’s eyes only intensified Luka’s need, urging him to take every part of this moment with fervor. He leaned down, pressing hot kisses along Ivan’s collarbone, making sure his lips lingered longer, claiming him softly.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Luka murmured against Ivan’s skin, feeling the sweet vibration of his words resonate underneath his lips.

Ivan whimpered, eyes fluttering closed, a blush blooming across his cheeks. “I’m yours, Luka-hyung. Always yours.” The innocence in his voice made something inside Luka tighten painfully, both thrilling him and igniting his possessiveness.

“Good boy,” Luka whispered before he moved lower, making his way down Ivan’s torso. He savored each moment, each gentle gasp and sigh, wishing he could bottle up this feeling—the beauty of claiming Ivan and wrapping him in a cocoon of pleasure and love. Each lick, each soft bite of Luka’s mouth was a vow, a reminder that Ivan belonged to him.

As he nipped gently at Ivan’s sensitive flesh, Luka reveled in the way Ivan squirmed beneath him, his body betraying his innocence as it craved more. Luka’s hands gripped Ivan’s thighs, spreading them apart, making room for him. The way Ivan gazed up at him with trust and adoration twisted something deep within Luka. He needed to drown Ivan in pleasure, to ensure he understood that he was destined to be his alone

“Luka… please,” Ivan whimpered, his voice a sweet melody filled with impatience and want.

That sound… Those words were all Luka needed. He pressed his mouth against Ivan’s most intimate places, teasing and swirling his tongue, setting a rhythm that ignited Ivan’s senses. Each flick brought forth a new, delicious gasp that sent Luka spiraling deeper into his dark obsession.

“Ivan,” he breathed against him, the name spilling from his lips like a prayer, each syllable heavy with longing. “You taste so good. So heavenly.”

Luka coaxed delightful sounds from Ivan, sweet sounds melting together into a symphony of bliss as Luka lavished attention on him. He savored every response, delighting in Ivan’s growing desperation, wanting nothing more than to plunge deeper.

Ivan’s fingers tangled in Luka’s hair, pulling him closer and urging him on, not fully grasping all that was unfolding but reveling in the warmth it ignited within him. The world outside drifted away, by their shared breaths and gasps. He felt so good, so cherished— Luka was all he wanted and more.

In Luka’s mind, the hunger deepened. Mine. Always mine. He marked Ivan with his every touch, every kiss, ever bite—a silent fury intermingled with a profound love. The trust of that sweet boy made Luka's possessiveness bloom like fire doused in gasoline.

Every moment that passed only intensified Luka’s need to claim Ivan completely. He paused briefly to catch his breath, taking in the beauty of Ivan, a living canvas painted in pleasure as he surrendered wholly to Luka.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Ivan, ”Luka murmured, his voice a command and a plea all at once“You’ll never forget who you belong to.You’re mine.”

“I'm all yours,” Ivan agrees with a smile.

Luka watched as Ivan’s lips formed the words that sent a jolt through him, igniting a fierce protectiveness and desire that coursed through his veins like fire. The innocence in Ivan’s voice made Luka’s heart ache with a mix of love and desperation. 

“I will never allow anyone to take you from me again,” Luka thought with finality as he growled in remembrance— a kaleidoscope of bitter memories from another world . Of an Ivan that had never been Luka's.

But this time, Luka is the one who wins. Every brush of Ivan's body against his ignited a possessive urge deep within Luka that he struggled to contain. 

He understood all too well how easily this Ivan, so innocent and so naive, is so easily manipulated. Not quite like Ivan, the one who called him Luka-hyung in a world where there were no aliens. His puppy-like junior who trailed after the cool Till-sunbae. His adorable Ivan - snatched away by Till-sunbae.

Who would have thought that Luka will reincarnate in the world as the character he acted? Had Luka not awakened so early, he probably would have been so obsessed with Hyuna. But he remembered his past and that changed everything.

Till-sunbae won Ivan in that world. Not here. Luka won’t allow anyone else to have Ivan.

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Prisoner of Love

Warnings: Dub-con since Ivan is not in the right state of mind to consent.

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Ivan stared at the stark walls, his wide eyes tracing the smooth, sterile surface as if trying to find something familiar with the emptiness.

Nestled against the long, soft pillow, Ivan's hands cradled it like a cherished treasure. The familiar scent of his hyung enveloped him—a mixture of warmth and comfort that made the endless whiteness fade just a little. He pressed his nose deeper into the fabric, smelling the way it held onto the sweet scent. His heart felt an ache within him, a longing he couldn’t quite articulate. All he knew was that his hyung was his anchor, the only person who filled this sterile isolation with something else other than monotony and fear. Ivan thinks this is love. 

Each moment that passed without his hyung felt like an eternity. He often imagined what they would do if they were outside these boring walls. Ivan painted a colorful world in his mind — that the two of them were dancing with the winds, of them watching the stars of the night sky, of the sun that is real in its warmth unlike the artificial light in the room. 

But today, just as always, Ivan’s reality was a cold, metallic room with only the muted footsteps of the Caretakers outside. Still cradling the pillow, Ivan recalled his hyung’s gentle voice telling him stories of the world beyond the room. His hyung had promised that he’ll show Ivan the world outside. It was an assurance that warmed Ivan like a warm blanket.

Then he heard footsteps drawing close. Ivan felt his heart race. Who would enter today? Would it be one of the caretakers who’d prick him with needles or make him go to another room for Ivan to be strapped in some device in their experiments? Or would it be his hyung? He hopes it's hyung. Ivan really just wants his hyung.

The door opens and Ivan sees fluffy golden hair and warm gold eyes. His Luka-hyung stepped into the room. The white cold melted slightly in his presence.

“Luka-hyung!” Ivan squeaked and sprang up, the pillow tumbling slightly from his grasp. There was a burst of happiness flooding through him, wiping away some of the loneliness. He rushed forward, almost fumbling. “You’re here!”

Luka enveloped Ivan in a hug, and the warm, soothing sweet scent of him filled Ivan’s senses. For an instant, the room faded, and all that existed was comfort and safety. Luka’s arms tightened around him, grounding Ivan amidst the empty loneliness of the room.

“Always,” Luka-hyung whispered. “I’ll always come back for you.”

The way Luka-hyung looked at Ivan sometimes made him feel like the center of the universe. When Luka-hyung’s gaze lingered, filled with something that made Ivan’s heart flutter—an unexplainable shiver would be coursing down his spine. It was a feeling he couldn’t quite name, but it drew him closer, a moth to a flame. Ivan would agree to burn in Luka-hyung’s fire so he could feel all of his hyung.

“Have you been a good boy today?” Luka asked, his voice a low, soothing murmur as he brushed his cold fingers through Ivan’s hair. The caress sent a tingle like electricity straight down Ivan’s spine. He nodded eagerly. 

“Y-yes,” Ivan yelped. His Luka-hyung likes to touch his butt or chest. This time he seems fixated on his chest and nipples. “I’ve waited… just for you, hyung.”

A slow, satisfied smile crept across Luka's lips, his eyes gleaming with something darker like the black holes of the books. Ivan couldn't grasp the depth of that look, but it filled him with pride in obeying Luka-hyung’s unspoken rules. His hyung has that look when Ivan did something good.

“Good boy,” Luka-hyung murmured, pulling Ivan closer as they shifted on the bed.. "You deserve a reward for being such a good boy for hyung."

Ivan's heart raced. Reward? What did that mean? Was it another story? Another lesson? He liked those moments with Luka-hyung, learning the wonders of the world. Or would it be like those times where they ended up naked on the bed and they would make love? It was uncomfortable at first but his hyung said it’s how they should bond with each other because they both love one another but that Ivan shouldn’t be doing this with others.

Luka-hyung is silly sometimes. There’s no way Ivan even has others to do this make love thing like he does with hyung. His universe is Luka-hyung. There's no one else Ivan loves in this world.

As Ivan settled between his hyung’s legs. Luka-hyung’s hands were gripping Ivan’s wrists. The action felt comforting, as if his savior was holding him together.

“Trust me,” Luka whispered, his breath warm against Ivan’s ear. “I’ll make you feel cherished.”

Ivan nodded, though the word was a puzzle to him. He read that word but it had never been defined well. Yet on his hyung’s tongue— it seeped into him like a warm, inviting heat. Ivan felt a rush of hot pool low in his stomach as his hyung gripped on his waist. The smaller man then pushed Ivan further into the bed. His hyung can be surprisingly strong despite looking breakable.

Ivan gasped and his hyung began pressing his lips against his, slow and deliberate, coaxing Ivan to open up, to surrender. It felt good—this closeness. A soft whimper escaped Ivan as he melted into the sensation swirling around him. Was this what hyung meant to be cherished? To feel like being owned but in the right way? Not like how the caretakers own Ivan?

Ivan leaned into the kiss, almost yearning for more, pushing himself closer, though he didn’t know what more meant—those thoughts were too difficult to grasp. He was focused on how his hyung wrapped around him like a warm blanket, a stark contrast to the cold walls surrounding them.

Luka’s lips captured Ivan’s in a kiss that felt more like devouring which was different from the gentleness of their first kiss today. Ivan melted against Luka, his body instantly warming at the intimate touch. Each pull of Luka’s mouth felt like a promise. He trusted Luka completely.  After all, he had always made him feel safe.

As Luka’s hands slipped beneath Ivan’s shirt, trailing warm fingertips across the smooth expanse of his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples. Ivan gasped, arching his back, leaning deeper into Luka’s embrace. 

“Luka-hyung…” he breathed, unsure of what to expect but eager just the same. The way Luka looked at him, with a gaze that burned, made him feel like he was made of something precious. 

But in Luka’s mind, a fierce darkness simmered. Every soft whimper that escaped Ivan’s lips stoked his possessive fire.

'This is mine. He is mine.'

Luka felt the ache surge through him with every caress he traced along Ivan’s sides. He reveled in the control he held, a desperate need clawing at him to breed Ivan and mark every inch of him as his.

“Just relax, bunny,” Luka murmured, his voice low as he pulled Ivan’s shirt over his head. Luka drank in the sight of Ivan’s soft skin and the way it glowed under the light of the room. He felt his dick ache at such ravishing sight.

With a gentle nudge, he coaxed Ivan onto his back, positioning himself between Ivan’s legs, his heart pounding with both love and something primal. The trust in Ivan’s eyes only intensified Luka’s need, urging him to take every part of this moment with fervor. He leaned down, pressing hot kisses along Ivan’s collarbone, making sure his lips lingered longer, claiming him softly.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Luka murmured against Ivan’s skin, feeling the sweet vibration of his words resonate underneath his lips.

Ivan whimpered, eyes fluttering closed, a blush blooming across his cheeks. “I’m yours, Luka-hyung. Always yours.” The innocence in his voice made something inside Luka tighten painfully, both thrilling him and igniting his possessiveness.

“Good boy,” Luka whispered before he moved lower, making his way down Ivan’s torso. He savored each moment, each gentle gasp and sigh, wishing he could bottle up this feeling—the beauty of claiming Ivan and wrapping him in a cocoon of pleasure and love. Each lick, each soft bite of Luka’s mouth was a vow, a reminder that Ivan belonged to him.

As he nipped gently at Ivan’s sensitive flesh, Luka reveled in the way Ivan squirmed beneath him, his body betraying his innocence as it craved more. Luka’s hands gripped Ivan’s thighs, spreading them apart, making room for him. The way Ivan gazed up at him with trust and adoration twisted something deep within Luka. He needed to drown Ivan in pleasure, to ensure he understood that he was destined to be his alone

“Luka… please,” Ivan whimpered, his voice a sweet melody filled with impatience and want.

That sound… Those words were all Luka needed. He pressed his mouth against Ivan’s most intimate places, teasing and swirling his tongue, setting a rhythm that ignited Ivan’s senses. Each flick brought forth a new, delicious gasp that sent Luka spiraling deeper into his dark obsession.

“Ivan,” he breathed against him, the name spilling from his lips like a prayer, each syllable heavy with longing. “You taste so good. So heavenly.”

Luka coaxed delightful sounds from Ivan, sweet sounds melting together into a symphony of bliss as Luka lavished attention on him. He savored every response, delighting in Ivan’s growing desperation, wanting nothing more than to plunge deeper.

Ivan’s fingers tangled in Luka’s hair, pulling him closer and urging him on, not fully grasping all that was unfolding but reveling in the warmth it ignited within him. The world outside drifted away, by their shared breaths and gasps. He felt so good, so cherished— Luka was all he wanted and more.

In Luka’s mind, the hunger deepened. Mine. Always mine. He marked Ivan with his every touch, every kiss, ever bite—a silent fury intermingled with a profound love. The trust of that sweet boy made Luka's possessiveness bloom like fire doused in gasoline.

Every moment that passed only intensified Luka’s need to claim Ivan completely. He paused briefly to catch his breath, taking in the beauty of Ivan, a living canvas painted in pleasure as he surrendered wholly to Luka.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Ivan, ”Luka murmured, his voice a command and a plea all at once“You’ll never forget who you belong to.You’re mine.”

“I'm all yours,” Ivan agrees with a smile.

Luka watched as Ivan’s lips formed the words that sent a jolt through him, igniting a fierce protectiveness and desire that coursed through his veins like fire. The innocence in Ivan’s voice made Luka’s heart ache with a mix of love and desperation. 

“I will never allow anyone to take you from me again,” Luka thought with finality as he growled in remembrance— a kaleidoscope of bitter memories from another world . Of an Ivan that had never been Luka's.

But this time, Luka is the one who wins. Every brush of Ivan's body against his ignited a possessive urge deep within Luka that he struggled to contain. 

He understood all too well how easily this Ivan, so innocent and so naive, is so easily manipulated. Not quite like Ivan, the one who called him Luka-hyung in a world where there were no aliens. His puppy-like junior who trailed after the cool Till-sunbae. His adorable Ivan - snatched away by Till-sunbae.

Who would have thought that Luka will reincarnate in the world as the character he acted? Had Luka not awakened so early, he probably would have been so obsessed with Hyuna. But he remembered his past and that changed everything.

Till-sunbae won Ivan in that world. Not here. Luka won’t allow anyone else to have Ivan.

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Prisoner(?) Ivan who keeps escaping only to be caught by the prison guard Till.

🔞 Warning for Till's thoughts

Till has a headache. The headache's name is Ivan.

Handsome bastard with a snaggletooth who looks like he should be in college instead of prison. He's an absolute menace with his cocky smirk and bastardy attitude.

The other guards thinks he's sweet and nice young man who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Till does not agree. 

Ivan's a nepobaby gone psychopathic. Or sociopathic. How else would he be able to charm both prisoners and guards?

A pretty face could only go so far in this prison. There's no way Ivan is an angel sent from above to this prisoner to convert others from sin.

Ivan looks like temptation made flesh, the devil in the skin of an angel with a pretty face, pretty hair, pretty eyes and pretty fuckable body that Till absolutely never imagined wrecking after so many, many times he caught him red handed trying to escape. 

Till's not some power tripping bastard who wants his pretty prisoner in chains and on knees as — Till is not a predator. He's a guard

"Hi, Till~"

God damn it, Ivan! 

Till cursed out loud as he began chasing Ivan who looked gleeful in running away from him. Again.

And no, Till wasn't living the chase. He's too old for this shit.

"You don't have to be so rough with me, my dear officer" the bratty prisoner whines and Till fights the urge to fold that body and wreck it until he wipes that too smug smirk off that arrogant pretty face.

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"Till, why so silent?" The prisoner invaded into Till's personal space, his boobs almost touching Till's side. If he wasn't so pretty, Till would have punched the lights off him. 

Really, Ivan must be heaven's way of giving Till a trial. Ivan must be a cult leader in some sex cult. There's no way he can't convince some guillable and poor innocent people into not believing that he's some sort of god. Especially with that pretty face, pretty eyes and that absolutely bombshell of a body.

Till just yanks the chain connected to Ivan's handcuffs as the bastard giggles, face flushed in sweat. Till tries hard not to imagine that the chain was connected to that pretty neck instead to hear the prisoner choke and moan in both pain and pleasure and flush red for a different reason.

Till has said he's a normal prison guard— not some sexual predator with power dynamics kink.

But goddamn it Ivan!

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Ivan is not supposed to be in prison. It's not that he's trying to convince people that he's some sort of innocent but really he's not supposed to be in prison at all.

Ivan was the one who chose to be in prison. For love. To woo that cute prison guard.

"You're fucking nuts," His poor, poor lawyer and kinda secretary twitched his eye. Hyunwoo looks like he deserves some cigs. Ivan will order him the best cigs. "You're not even —"

"But he's cute" Ivan interrupts with a pout and Hyunwoo deadpans. Ivan could practically hear how he wishes he wasn't their family lawyer. Sua did some crazy stuffs too but it actually landed her in jail. It wasn't about her stalking her not yet girlfriend though but for being a public menace. 

"You could get out fast." Hyunwoo pointed out the obvious. Ivan does. He has the money. If Sua could get away with her crimes off from prison, surely Ivan who has no known crimes could get away and with money too for wrongful imprisonment.

"I need more time to wear him down," Ivan shrugged and continued seriously "My Till has an authority bondage kink"

Hyunwoo sighs," Of course. You met a freak that could match your freak"

"Pot kettle black," Ivan teased "How's Luka, by the way?"

Hyunwoo shuts up. Nobody could hide anything from Ivan when he wants to know something. It's why he's a major shareholder in the company. It's why he was still able to control the board from within prison. It's why both the guards and prisoners obey him. His parents might have created borderline psychopathic children but Sua and Ivan were trained for perfection as their spawns and heirs.

And as Sua states, perfection breeds stress. For Sua, Mizi was her salvation from it to the point of sacrificing everything. For Ivan, Till seems to be a neverending light to boredom, one that Ivan will not mind indulging every day. 

Ivan smiles— perfectly charming and beautiful. Like he did nothing wrong.

(Technically, he didn't do anything wrong, Hyunwoo would grudgingly admit. Hyunwoo would pray for Till if Ivan wasn't so sure that the guard wasn't a suppressed kinky bastard. Ivan did so love his brat tamers)

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As he ate his lunch, Till felt a shiver down his spine and looks suspiciously at the monitor. 

Why is Ivan smiling at that man anyways? Till thought with suspicion as he glares at Ivan who looked gorgeous with his mischievous smile as he teases his lawyer. 

The way he acts does not look like it's a purely business relationship. The Ivan seemed to laugh at what the lawyer said and Till lost his appetite.

Seriously, Till must be so sick. He's definitely not jealous. Really.

Till grumbles to himself as he taste ashes on his lunch.

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NEW YEAR'S KISS

Till and Ivan share their new year together

It was a quiet New Year's Eve at their apartment, the sounds of the city muffled by the closed windows. The room was lit by soft golden light from a nearby lamp, the smell of something sweet and warm lingering in the air. Till sat by the window, gazing out over the cityscape, where the distant fireworks began to burst in vibrant colors against the night sky. His teal eyes flickered with something akin to contentment, but he didn’t let it show too much. His cool demeanor was still firmly in place, as it always was.

Ivan, on the other hand, was a different story. He had his arms wrapped around Till from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder as his black eyes gleamed with excitement. The warmth of his body pressed against Till’s back, a stark contrast to the cool air filtering in from the window. His black turtleneck hugged his slender frame, but it didn't matter. His attention was entirely on the fireworks, his eager gaze darting to each burst of light in the sky as if he were seeing them for the first time.

“Hyung… look!” Ivan exclaimed, his voice light and sweet, eyes wide with wonder as another set of fireworks exploded in the distance. “They're so pretty!”

Till’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles, though he didn’t say anything right away. He glanced down at Ivan’s eager face, his hand gently pulling Ivan’s fingers to his lips for a soft kiss before answering.

“They are. But not as beautiful as you.” His voice, cool and steady, had a warmth beneath it, a.

Ivan’s heart fluttered at the words, his cheeks flushed with the rush of affection. He tilted his head, catching Till’s lips with a kiss that was sweeter, more urgent than the one they had shared moments before. It was a kiss that felt like the beginning of something, like a promise for the year ahead.

The fireworks outside grew louder, but the world seemed to slow down in that moment, just the two of them—Till’s calm assurance, Ivan’s sweet eagerness blending perfectly as they kissed.

Ivan had never quite believed he'd have the chance to call Till as his. For so long, Till had been Ivan's unobtainable mountain— to be admired only.

For Till, he cannot believe his luck for someone as young and promising as Ivan to choose an old windbag like Till. But now that Ivan is his, he won't let him go.

Now, they were together, sharing a quiet moment that felt as intimate as it was eternal. The fireworks outside continued to pop and crackle in the distance, but all they could feel was the warmth of each other's lips.

Finally, they pulled apart, but Ivan kept his arms wrapped around Till’s waist. He smiled up at him, his black eyes reflecting the colors of the fireworks. 

“Happy New Year, Till,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection, his lips brushing against Till’s jaw.

Till raised an eyebrow but allowed a more genuine smile to break through, his cool facade slipping just for a moment.

“Happy New Year, Ivan. You’re mine now.”

And as the first few seconds of the New Year passed, they watched the fireworks together, the world outside dissolving into a cascade of colors, but for them, everything was already perfect.

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It does not end well for anyone

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Till stood in the dimly lit room, his heart thudding in his chest, but it wasn't from panic or fear. It was rage, raw and searing, turning his insides to a furnace.

Ivan—his love, his obsession—lied still, lifeless, wrists bleeding in red. It was a cruel testament to the other’s final act of defiance.

"How dare you," Till cried as he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms

The anger didn't go away. It churned, a storm he couldn't control, and yet beneath it all was something else. A bitter ache, a hollow space where something had once thrived, something that felt like love but was twisted by his need, his desperation.

He had kept Ivan locked away, kept him close, told himself it was for protection, for their future. But Ivan, his love, had outsmarted him again. Ivan planned it all like a chess game where Till lost again. Where Till lost Ivan again.

The sense of complacency. That’s what did it. The way his Ivan had played him, lulled him into believing he had the upper hand, letting him think he was in control. That Ivan finally accepted that he is Till's.

Till hadn’t even noticed the subtle shift in the air, the quiet rebellion brewing behind the eyes of the one he thought he’d saved broken.

His mind reeled, trying to piece together the clues, the moments when Ivan had been distant, the times he thought he’d seen a glint of something other than acceptance in his eyes. It had all been a lie, a ruse to get close enough, to lull him into this trap.

Just like in the past, Ivan had been such a great liar.

And now it was over.

But no matter how deep the betrayal cut, no matter how furious he was at being outplayed, Till couldn’t bring himself to hate Ivan. Couldn’t bring himself to despise him for choosing escape over submission.

"He was always smarter than me,"he thought bitterly. "Always knew what he wanted. Even if that was death"

Till wanted to scream, to smash everything around him, to tear apart the walls that had held them both in this twisted space of obsession and love. But instead, he stood there, paralyzed, trapped between fury and a love so consuming.

His Ivan had been brave—braver than he was. The thought ate away at him, gnawing at his insides. Because even as he fumed, he knew deep down that the other’s choice had been his own.

Ivan will always choose this, be it be back then or now.

A final act of freedom.

It was the one thing he’d never been able to offer in this life. And that realization… that knowledge… shattered him completely.

Till wants to follow right away. To slit his throat and reunite again with his Ivan but he stopped himself.

He cannot let his Ivan rot away. His Ivan deserves a funeral even if Till won't be there to see it.

"Soon my Ivan," Till promised as he hugged the cold bleeding body. " I'll follow you soon. Wait for me"

There was no answer but Till would like to imagine Ivan teasing him and telling him it's not yet his time.

His Ivan had always been a loving sacrificial idiot.

Till wake up with a jolt. He felt his body heavy and stiff, like he'd been knocked out cold for hours. Blinking against the blinding light, he groggily sat up—only to be confused.

Where the hell am I?

The room is ridiculously lavish, decorated in dark woods, silver accents, and plush leather furniture. A thick, blue carpet stretched out beneath his feet, and there's an enormous desk piled with paperwork.

His head ached. He remembered singing and the rain. He remembered the the desperate kissing under the rain. He remembered trying to grasp for air and the pain of teeth biting into his lips.He remembered the hands gripped his throat, ironically gentler than those kisses.

Till remembered accepting his death if it was by that guy's hands. Till would rather die than allow Ivan to die.

But then, something shifted. The hand on his throat loosened slightly, Till opened his eyes and looked at those mesmerizing eyes looking at something behind him. Ivan looked so beautiful, eyes a lit with galaxies as he looked at Till.

Ivan kissed him, gentler this time. It was as if he was saying goodbye.

Ivan was saying something but he can't here a thing. The rain was loud and the ringing in his ears was loud. The tears that cannot be shed blurred Till's vision despite his desire to look at Ivan. Beautiful Ivan without his mask of perfection.

Then came the sound—the crack of a gunshot.

Then another.

Then another.

It was over, just like that. The person who had held him, who had kissed him, and who had caused so much turmoil, collapsed with the lifeblood draining out. In that split second, it wasn’t just the shock or the violence he felt. Something deeper stirred in him, an undeniable realization that hit harder than any force.

He loves Ivan—He loves Ivan underneath the anger, the fear, the aggression. The realization stung. What could have been, what could never be now. All he could do was watch, feeling a mixture of regret, loss, and an overwhelming, unbearable sorrow.

Till froze as his universe drowned itself in red.

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Till remembered nothing after that. He felt numb, body on auto-pilot at the shock.

His head ached. Till rubbed face and felt something wrong. His hands way too massive. They're with fingers that are way too thick, veins popping out like he'd been doing extreme exercises. Till could almost expect to see tattoos his arms, but there’s nothing. The skin is smooth, but the sheer bulk is unsettling.He glanced around, trying to get his bearings.

Then, he noticed something even stranger. The reflection in a giant mirror across the room.A man was staring back at Till. He’s not just some random guy. He looks dangerous. His sharp jaw, thick eyebrows, and cold, unreadable eyes scream power. His suit, despite being crumpled, was tailored to perfection, feels like it was made for someone else entirely.

What the hell is going on? This is not me

Till stumbled out of the chair and walk toward the mirror, feeling the weight of a body that doesn’t belong to him.

Dark circles under the eyes, a scar across the lip, and this weird aura of authority. His head ached and memories not his own flashed.

This was not a pet. This was not the world Till used to be. This is not the world were Till had to sing or be killed. This was the world Ivan used to talk about, only Till was living a life darker than Ivan's stories.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and two men in black suits step inside, their eyes flicking to Till with respect, but also something else.

Fear

Till feel it—an instinctual shift in the air. They’re looking at him like he's the most dangerous person they’ve ever seen. Till likes it. He was the one who lived in fear in the past. He likes this sense of power.

If only Ivan was here then it'll be better.

"Boss, here is the file you requested," one of them says, his voice a mix of caution and deference as he handed Till a folder.

"You're dismissed." Till's voice had an edge to it, commanding and sure. It was strange, but Till could feel that he was truly in charge. He was grateful he had the original's memories to pretend.

The men nod and stepped back, their eyes never leaving him as they make their way out of the room. Till opened the folder and froze at the picture. It was a picture of a younger him, only younger and softer.

Till began to read the report and chuckled at the findings that this teen Till was not this body's child. Then he froze again as he was struck with sudden realization.

If there's a me in this world then surely there's an Ivan too?

Till flicked the pages and he slowly smiled at what he saw. There was his Ivan, so young and carefree slinging an arm to the other Till.

Perhaps God answered my wish after all, Till thought as he widened his grin. His eyes, dark yet gleaming with fervor. His breath catches slightly, his chest rising and falling with the weight of that desire, and it’s clear—whatever comes next, he will stop at nothing.

Till will have Ivan in his arms no matter the consequences.

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future me, remember this idea for Ivan comes back wrong au

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It took Till a long time to prepare Ivan's room. At least it seems too long for Till but he needs to make this room perfect.

Ivan is far too smart for his own good and he would have done anything to return to that false Till. Till remembers that escape far too well. He remembers Ivan smiling, laughing as he held Till's hands to freedom under a meteor rain. He remembers Ivan's act of sacrifice on stage well too. He remembers Ivan wearing a suit fit for a groom and how it was dyed in red at the end of their kiss.

Till cannot have Ivan dying on him. Till also cannot have Ivan love a false Till. Not when Till is the one who is real. Ivan will always belong to Till for Till is the one who deserves Ivan's whole being.

It would be hard to convince Ivan though when the face Till has in this life is so different from his previous one. Till would do everything to make Ivan see that he is the real one and not that false Till who is wearing his face.

Till briefly entertained killing that false Till but he but shook off that thought. There was something more important. He has Ivan in his room, sleeping after Till ordered his men to rescue Ivan and return him to his side.

Welcome home, Ivan

Till watched Ivan from the corner of the room, his swelling with a strange, possessive warmth. Ivan doesn’t know it yet, but Till can see the change in him—how his resistance is slowly crumbling, how he no longer fights against Till's touch, how the tension in his body has softened, replaced with something… different.

Till thinks he’s beginning to understand, to feel the care and love Till is giving him, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Ivan can be strangely silent about such useless things. But then again, Till doesn't think Ivan knows what Ivan wants. For all his perfection, Ivan is so, so human when he loves Till.

At first, Till wasn’t sure about whether this was the right thing to do. He wasn’t sure how to make Ivan see, how to make him understand. But Till learnt to ve patient. Till has been gentle. Till has taken time in making sure Ivan feels safe, cared for and loved in all ways that even Ivan didn't know he should have.

Till couldn't see the fear in his eyes with the blindfold but Till could feel it. There was desperation too and anger. This is why Till kept the blindfold on. He cannot take it if Ivan looks at him with hatred when he looked at Till with so much love then. Till cannot accept it if Ivan cannot recognize him too. Till looks so different now that he knows Ivan won't recognize him. Not when Ivan is still in love with the false Till.

Till will do everything to make Ivan see Till. He did everything even if it hurts Till more. It hurts, in a way, to see Ivan so broken. But it’s also beautiful. There's a quiet fragility in Ivan that Till longed to keep within his reach. To embrace him, never letting him go; to trail kisses on his skin, devour everything that is Ivan: to love him, make love to him; to drive him insane with want, just as Ivan drove Till mad in love for a long time.

Till made sure he has given Ivan everything he needs. He fed him, cleaned him, taken care of him. Till made him his. The more Till cared for him, the more Ivan needs Till. And that’s what Till wants. To be needed. To be loved.

Ivan doesn’t remember what it’s like outside, doesn’t know the world beyond these walls. He’s forgetting his life before their now, and in a way, that’s Till's greatest gift to him. Till has taken away the weight of the world, the pressures, the expectations. Till has given him peace. Ivan doesn’t have to be anyone anymore—just 'this', just 'us'.

He’s mine now, forever and always.

Till found it hard not to smile when he sees how Ivan responds, how he craves the touch, even though his mind is probably still fighting it. He doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s starting to feel what Till feels. He’s starting to need Till as much as he needs Ivan. Till can see it in the way Ivan reacts when he's near, the way that sinfully breathtaking body relaxes into Till's care, the way his breath catches when they're close.

He’s afraid, yes, but there’s something else too—something Till knows he can’t quite name. It’s love, even if he doesn’t recognize it yet.

Till has been so careful with him, gentle. He don’t want to hurt Ivan, not really. Till just wants him to stay. To stay with Till. He can’t imagine him leaving, can’t imagine a life without him in it.

Till has given him everything he needs, and in return, he received Ivan's reluctant trust. It’s enough for now. But Till knows he would want more. Till had always been so selfish when it comes to Ivan.

Till watches him sleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. He looks so peaceful now, so different from the frightened, desperate person he was when Till first took him home.

He’s mine. Completely. And I will take care of him forever, even if it means his freedom is the price. He doesn’t need it. He doesn’t need anything but me.

Ivan will come to understand that. He’ll see. And when he does, they will be happy.

Just the two of us, here, forever.

Till wake up with a jolt. He felt his body heavy and stiff, like he'd been knocked out cold for hours. Blinking against the blinding light, he groggily sat up—only to be confused.

Where the hell am I?

The room is ridiculously lavish, decorated in dark woods, silver accents, and plush leather furniture. A thick, blue carpet stretched out beneath his feet, and there's an enormous desk piled with paperwork.

His head ached. He remembered singing and the rain. He remembered the the desperate kissing under the rain. He remembered trying to grasp for air and the pain of teeth biting into his lips.He remembered the hands gripped his throat, ironically gentler than those kisses.

Till remembered accepting his death if it was by that guy's hands. Till would rather die than allow Ivan to die.

But then, something shifted. The hand on his throat loosened slightly, Till opened his eyes and looked at those mesmerizing eyes looking at something behind him. Ivan looked so beautiful, eyes a lit with galaxies as he looked at Till.

Ivan kissed him, gentler this time. It was as if he was saying goodbye.

Ivan was saying something but he can't here a thing. The rain was loud and the ringing in his ears was loud. The tears that cannot be shed blurred Till's vision despite his desire to look at Ivan. Beautiful Ivan without his mask of perfection.

Then came the sound—the crack of a gunshot.

Then another.

Then another.

It was over, just like that. The person who had held him, who had kissed him, and who had caused so much turmoil, collapsed with the lifeblood draining out. In that split second, it wasn’t just the shock or the violence he felt. Something deeper stirred in him, an undeniable realization that hit harder than any force.

He loves Ivan—He loves Ivan underneath the anger, the fear, the aggression. The realization stung. What could have been, what could never be now. All he could do was watch, feeling a mixture of regret, loss, and an overwhelming, unbearable sorrow.

Till froze as his universe drowned itself in red.

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.

Till remembered nothing after that. He felt numb, body on auto-pilot at the shock.

His head ached. Till rubbed face and felt something wrong. His hands way too massive. They're with fingers that are way too thick, veins popping out like he'd been doing extreme exercises. Till could almost expect to see tattoos his arms, but there’s nothing. The skin is smooth, but the sheer bulk is unsettling.He glanced around, trying to get his bearings.

Then, he noticed something even stranger. The reflection in a giant mirror across the room.A man was staring back at Till. He’s not just some random guy. He looks dangerous. His sharp jaw, thick eyebrows, and cold, unreadable eyes scream power. His suit, despite being crumpled, was tailored to perfection, feels like it was made for someone else entirely.

What the hell is going on? This is not me

Till stumbled out of the chair and walk toward the mirror, feeling the weight of a body that doesn’t belong to him.

Dark circles under the eyes, a scar across the lip, and this weird aura of authority. His head ached and memories not his own flashed.

This was not a pet. This was not the world Till used to be. This is not the world were Till had to sing or be killed. This was the world Ivan used to talk about, only Till was living a life darker than Ivan's stories.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and two men in black suits step inside, their eyes flicking to Till with respect, but also something else.

Fear

Till feel it—an instinctual shift in the air. They’re looking at him like he's the most dangerous person they’ve ever seen. Till likes it. He was the one who lived in fear in the past. He likes this sense of power.

If only Ivan was here then it'll be better.

"Boss, here is the file you requested," one of them says, his voice a mix of caution and deference as he handed Till a folder.

"You're dismissed." Till's voice had an edge to it, commanding and sure. It was strange, but Till could feel that he was truly in charge. He was grateful he had the original's memories to pretend.

The men nod and stepped back, their eyes never leaving him as they make their way out of the room. Till opened the folder and froze at the picture. It was a picture of a younger him, only younger and softer.

Till began to read the report and chuckled at the findings that this teen Till was not this body's child. Then he froze again as he was struck with sudden realization.

If there's a me in this world then surely there's an Ivan too?

Till flicked the pages and he slowly smiled at what he saw. There was his Ivan, so young and carefree slinging an arm to the other Till.

Perhaps God answered my wish after all, Till thought as he widened his grin. His eyes, dark yet gleaming with fervor. His breath catches slightly, his chest rising and falling with the weight of that desire, and it’s clear—whatever comes next, he will stop at nothing.

Till will have Ivan in his arms no matter the consequences.

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Hi! I guess that Ivan would meet Till, Mizi and Sua again in the au where everyone is a time traveler. Guess they would also find that Ivan is suffering from amnesia and is in some sort of weird codependent relationship with Luka.

Mizi and Till would probably hate Luka for it.

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Luka kinda gaslighted amnesiac Ivan into their relationship. Part of Ivan knows something is wrong but he is starved for any positive human relationship. And Luka is the closest to it he could have in this time. Ivan knows he is being manipulated but he accepts the manipulation

Mizi and Till hates Luka for the memories they had in their previous life. Where he used Sua's and Ivan's death against them. They hate him more after seeing Ivan (he looks smaller than the Ivan in their past memories). They believe that Luka is manipulating Ivan. They're not exactly wrong.

Till also misses Ivan in all ways that matter. He did a lot of contemplation in the rebel base and the memories he loved to remember where those with Ivan. He also wants to know what Ivan truly feels regarding Till after the memories of the kisses and sacrifice. Which is why it's hard to see the current Ivan glued to Luka the way Ivan used to do with Till. Luka keeps smirking at his direction and Till wants to punch him but hesitates because Ivan would glare at him for daring to hurt Luka-hyung. (But at the same time Ivan will bonk Luka's head and tell him to stop antagonizing others and Luka will just pout and then Ivan will pepper his head with kisses) Till is jealous

Ivan doesn't like going near Mizi, Sua and Till. While there's a tiny part of happiness that Ivan didn't understand, the larger part of him wants to avoid them. It's not just because of Luka, Ivan gets headaches everytime he spends too much time with them. This Ivan doesn't like pain because Unsha and even Luka ingrained it to him.

Till and Mizi definitely wants to cry seeing Ivan avoid them. Sua feels strange at that. On one hand, she had always wished that Ivan go away. However, it was strange to see Ivan not even wearing a mask of humanity in interacting with them. Mizi had given Sua an equivalent of verbal beating so Sua did a lot of reflecting. She will admit that she had been unfair to Ivan in both lifetimes when Sua had also depended on him for a reality check and she can't even apologize for her wrongs when Ivan doesn't remember.

Hyuna kinda pities him for being the object of Luka's obsession.

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the way this just popped out was perfection

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Warnings: stalking and delusional Till

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Money truly solves everything, Till thought as he watched Ivan sleep from his laptop.

His beloved looked so vulnerable asleep. It was so different from how Ivan acts awake. The nightlight allowed Till to bask on Ivan's serene and relaxed face. His chest had a steady rise and fall, each breath a reminder Till that Ivan is still alive. The soft flutter of his eyelids with long lashes as he dreamt, the slight twitch of his hand, and the slightly parted lips, it’s all so calming to Till who had memories of Ivan dyed in red. Ivan breathing in his sleep is Till's reward after a lifetime of suffering.

Till thank every stars that the body he inhabited is filthy rich to hire people to install cameras where Ivan lived, where Ivan would put off the mask he wore even in this peaceful world.

Beautiful Ivan, so alone even in this world. It was as if the god was telling Till he could have him for himself. To show Ivan that he is so loved by Till. That Till learned his lesson to never let him go this time. Ivan is Till's everything.

His god. His love. His universe. His wonderful miracle cure.

Till smiled as he watched his beloved Ivan wake up so adorably. Till wasn't able to see Ivan wake up back then and he regrets it so much. Not when Ivan look so ravishing. Till was tempted to jump on him and drag him to his bed and do things to him that Ivan will not be able to walk away.

Ivan's usually well-kept hair is tousled, a little wild that Till longed to touch to test if his hair remain as soft as he remembered. Till thinks back to the days he grabbed and yanked Ivan's hair and the latter would only laugh. He really should have been kinder.

Till watched as Ivan stretched like a cat, body curling, with a quiet contented sigh. He will not deny that his gaze lingered far too long when Ivan's shirt lifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of his stomach. Till saw the curve of his body, the way his muscles shift and move is so natural, yet there's a vulnerability in it, making the moment feel even more intimate despite Till watching from the screen.

Till longed to hold that waist and move Ivan to his rhythm of pleasure. Till wished to lick and trail kisses on that skin, bite and mark Ivan as his.

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Watching Ivan move through his morning routine was like observing a quiet dance. The way he moved was deliberate but effortless caught Till's attention. There's a casual grace in how he dresses and Till almost chuckled at how elegance seem to be ingrained in Ivan.

When it was time to eat, Ivan's meal was already prepared by their family's cook. His parents too busy with their work that they're rarely at home for their only child

To Till, Ivan looked so lonely alone in such big house. Yet there's something that never seem to change. Ivan still liked his sweets. There was an unholy amount of sugar in that cup of coffee.

Till watched everything. Observing Ivan had never been boring even back then. (Even if Till will deny it back then. Till had looked at Ivan so much yet in those moments, Ivan never see Till look at him)

As Ivan prepared to leave, he gathered his bag and slipped into his shoes. Till was sad to see him go. If Till was there, maybe Ivan will tease him for a quick kiss.

Till's eyes darkened with want at that image then it suddenly sharpened when he realized that Ivan was in love with a false Till. His brows furrowed deeply, a flicker of frustration and beginning to tighten the lines of his face.

In this world, Ivan is still in love with Till. In this world, Till is not that Till.

No matter, Ivan will be his in the end.

Till wake up with a jolt. He felt his body heavy and stiff, like he'd been knocked out cold for hours. Blinking against the blinding light, he groggily sat up—only to be confused.

Where the hell am I?

The room is ridiculously lavish, decorated in dark woods, silver accents, and plush leather furniture. A thick, blue carpet stretched out beneath his feet, and there's an enormous desk piled with paperwork.

His head ached. He remembered singing and the rain. He remembered the the desperate kissing under the rain. He remembered trying to grasp for air and the pain of teeth biting into his lips.He remembered the hands gripped his throat, ironically gentler than those kisses.

Till remembered accepting his death if it was by that guy's hands. Till would rather die than allow Ivan to die.

But then, something shifted. The hand on his throat loosened slightly, Till opened his eyes and looked at those mesmerizing eyes looking at something behind him. Ivan looked so beautiful, eyes a lit with galaxies as he looked at Till.

Ivan kissed him, gentler this time. It was as if he was saying goodbye.

Ivan was saying something but he can't here a thing. The rain was loud and the ringing in his ears was loud. The tears that cannot be shed blurred Till's vision despite his desire to look at Ivan. Beautiful Ivan without his mask of perfection.

Then came the sound—the crack of a gunshot.

Then another.

Then another.

It was over, just like that. The person who had held him, who had kissed him, and who had caused so much turmoil, collapsed with the lifeblood draining out. In that split second, it wasn’t just the shock or the violence he felt. Something deeper stirred in him, an undeniable realization that hit harder than any force.

He loves Ivan—He loves Ivan underneath the anger, the fear, the aggression. The realization stung. What could have been, what could never be now. All he could do was watch, feeling a mixture of regret, loss, and an overwhelming, unbearable sorrow.

Till froze as his universe drowned itself in red.

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Till remembered nothing after that. He felt numb, body on auto-pilot at the shock.

His head ached. Till rubbed face and felt something wrong. His hands way too massive. They're with fingers that are way too thick, veins popping out like he'd been doing extreme exercises. Till could almost expect to see tattoos his arms, but there’s nothing. The skin is smooth, but the sheer bulk is unsettling.He glanced around, trying to get his bearings.

Then, he noticed something even stranger. The reflection in a giant mirror across the room.A man was staring back at Till. He’s not just some random guy. He looks dangerous. His sharp jaw, thick eyebrows, and cold, unreadable eyes scream power. His suit, despite being crumpled, was tailored to perfection, feels like it was made for someone else entirely.

What the hell is going on? This is not me

Till stumbled out of the chair and walk toward the mirror, feeling the weight of a body that doesn’t belong to him.

Dark circles under the eyes, a scar across the lip, and this weird aura of authority. His head ached and memories not his own flashed.

This was not a pet. This was not the world Till used to be. This is not the world were Till had to sing or be killed. This was the world Ivan used to talk about, only Till was living a life darker than Ivan's stories.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and two men in black suits step inside, their eyes flicking to Till with respect, but also something else.

Fear

Till feel it—an instinctual shift in the air. They’re looking at him like he's the most dangerous person they’ve ever seen. Till likes it. He was the one who lived in fear in the past. He likes this sense of power.

If only Ivan was here then it'll be better.

"Boss, here is the file you requested," one of them says, his voice a mix of caution and deference as he handed Till a folder.

"You're dismissed." Till's voice had an edge to it, commanding and sure. It was strange, but Till could feel that he was truly in charge. He was grateful he had the original's memories to pretend.

The men nod and stepped back, their eyes never leaving him as they make their way out of the room. Till opened the folder and froze at the picture. It was a picture of a younger him, only younger and softer.

Till began to read the report and chuckled at the findings that this teen Till was not this body's child. Then he froze again as he was struck with sudden realization.

If there's a me in this world then surely there's an Ivan too?

Till flicked the pages and he slowly smiled at what he saw. There was his Ivan, so young and carefree slinging an arm to the other Till.

Perhaps God answered my wish after all, Till thought as he widened his grin. His eyes, dark yet gleaming with fervor. His breath catches slightly, his chest rising and falling with the weight of that desire, and it’s clear—whatever comes next, he will stop at nothing.

Till will have Ivan in his arms no matter the consequences.