till-the-end-official

[till-the-end-official]

that was so funny.

i saw some people on twitter saying they wished luka wouldve tripped over my dead body when running to you, so im glad that didnt happen as well.

luka fell on his ass trying to get to hyuna haha what a loser

[till-the-end-official]

why do you get the funny nicknames and all i get are the most unhinged names known to man from ivan.

Okay Google: What to do when guy calls you his "Prosthetic Princess"?

Consensus: It was actually really funny and I accidentally kicked him in the shin

[till-the-end-official]

luka fell on his ass trying to get to hyuna haha what a loser

[till-the-end-official]

"You are the most pathetic man I have ever laid my eyes upon."

Till says with a sigh, trying to mask the smile that was threatening to creep up on his lips. He pulls the tteokbokki container out of the bag, taking off the lid as the wonderful smell of spice wafted up into the air.

"Fuck, that smells really good."

Till mumbles to himself as he wraps a towel around the container to try and make it easier to hold, pushing it towards Ivan. He walks over to his utensil drawer and pulls out a pair of really nice ebony wooden chopsticks that he got handmade for Ivan but never told him about. It had Ivan's name carved carefully into it at the top, the hangul having been coloured in with white to make it pop.

It was small things like these that showed Ivan how much Till cared about him. The fact he got specific chopsticks for Ivan to use because he didn't like the texture of takeout chopsticks was something that only Till would've picked up on. Till was observant about a lot of things when it comes to Ivan, not as observant as Ivan was towards him, but still observant nonetheless. He hands the chopsticks to Ivan, alongside a napkin, and smiles gently.

"There you go, make sure to eat slowly. You don't want to upset your stomach by accident."

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

"Well, I was thinking of doing a QnA session.. I mean who doesn't like those? After a bit we can do some rhythm games or something, but I have a feeling the audience might want to hear us do a duet."

As Till said this, his mind flashed back to their first date in the karaoke booth. He remembered the feeling of Ivan's lips on his, the way his hands held his body close to his... the way his body reacted to those touches... how it made Till f-

Nope! He was not going there! Not right before he had to get back on stream! His face flushed red as he cleared his throat nervously and looked away from Ivan, focusing intently on his phone screen which was being held a very close distance from his face to hide his blush.

"U-Uhm... Depending on how you're feeling after your long day, we can only go for about an hour? If you're still struggling with words, we can get right into rhythm games and totally skip over the possible QnA?"

Despite being flustered, he still was worried about the state in which Ivan came home earlier in. The last thing he wanted to do was accidently throw him over the edge and cause a meltdown due to the stream.

A few moments later, he was snapped out of his trance by the doorbell ringing, signaling the arrival of the delivery guy. Till stood up, opening his wallet on his phone while walking to the door. He quickly opened it, paid and grabbed the food, and closed the door, walking back to the kitchen counter and putting the plastic bag on the surface.

"Whatever we plan to do, you need food for energy, so you better eat up."

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

god youre such a pain in the ass. no wonder why you get along so well with ivan.

were you the reason why ivan kissed me to beat me in mario kart. i was winning fair and square and this asshole decided to kiss me so i couldnt get over the finish line.

LOL maybe i was. maybe i wasn't. but that's so funny that he did it i'm so glad that my brother is finally getting a boyfriend...

[till-the-end-official]

Till sighed softly as Ivan stood up, causing him to glance over at chat. He saw people asking when he'd be back and if Ivan would be with him, so he decided it would be best if he put out a tweet saying his plan. Before he really did anything, he walked over to the mini fridge in his office and grabbed a Mountain Dew can, knowing deep down that tonight was gonna be a long one.

Begrudgingly leaving the office, Till followed Ivan into his kitchen, sitting down at his kitchen island. He pulled out his phone and opened Twitter, deciding to see what was happening during his break. His timeline was filled with people gushing over Ivan's surprise appearance on his stream, alongside theories as to why Ivan was on stream. Till would be lying if he didn't think about wanting to do a stream with Ivan before, the idea of it being one that Till thought about often. Sure, they had done live streams together for Alien Stage as well as BTS content during round 6's filming, but Till wanted to do his own stream with Ivan, not one for publicity.

Impulsively, Till's eyes glanced up at Ivan, who was currently digging through his fridge for something to drink. Unable to resist, Till opened up his camera app and took a photo of Ivan, a smile forming on his face against his will.

Image now taken, Till switched back to Twitter and quickly typed out an announcement post.

Before Till posted it, he just stared at the photo for a few moments, chuckling softly to himself before closing his phone and putting it in his pocket.

"I put out a tweet saying we're taking our dinner break early, so we have as much time as we need."

Till states, breaking the silence in the room. He opened his can of pop, taking a sip of it as he rested his chin on his hand that was propped up on the counter.

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

dude i need you to stop playing matchmaker. if he pulls this shit on set he's gonna get fired.

were you the reason why ivan kissed me to beat me in mario kart. i was winning fair and square and this asshole decided to kiss me so i couldnt get over the finish line.

LOL maybe i was. maybe i wasn't. but that's so funny that he did it i'm so glad that my brother is finally getting a boyfriend...

[till-the-end-official]

Till's face flushed up brightly, looking away from Ivan as he tried to play it off as nothing... but fuck that smile was the prettiest thing on the planet. Till couldn't stop himself from pilling Ivan back into a slower, more passionate kiss. He attempted to pour all his love and admiration for the man in his lap into the kiss.

The depth and intensity of Till's feelings for Ivan couldn't be expressed through words alone, so he tried his best to convey them through the kiss. The emotion in the kiss was unlike anything Ivan had ever seen from Till before, and it was unlike anything Till had ever felt before. It scared Till slightly, but right now he couldn't care.

Once the pair pulled back from each other, Till was panting gently with a flushed face, his eyes slightly glazed from the intensity of the kiss. He took a couple of moments just staring at the mam he loved before he snapped out of the lovestruck daze he happened to be in. Till cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter as he began to focus on his phone more aggressively than he needed to.

"Uhm... and what do you uh... want to drink?"

Till asked nervously, internally cursing himself for being so nervous. He had literally made out with this man in a private karaoke room before, so why was he getting so shy all of a sudden? Was it because it felt like he was suddenly falling in love with Ivan all over again?

Yes. The answer was yes.

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

Till looked at Ivan's expression and sighed heavily because he was not about to be the only person in the goddamn world to say no to those adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Only on the condition that you let me pay for it."

Till responds, needing something on his own terms so that he didn't fully give in to Ivan's puppy dog eyes. Fuck, his eyes are gorgeous. He just wanted to take care of his junior, especially after the pain they went through when Ivan took care of him during his subathon.

As he said this, Till was already grabbing his phone, not bothering to wait for Ivan to give his permission (or more likely, his protest). He opened DoorDash and typed in places to get tteokbokki. He was willing to buy the most expensive tteokbokki that money could buy, anything to see that smile return to Ivan's face. It wasn't right seeing Ivan so down and exhausted, and it made Till feel off in his stomach whenever he saw Ivan wasn't smiling.

But not that practiced smile bullshit, no. That smile only made Till feel worse.

Ivan's true smile. The one where he scrunches his nose up, the one where his snaggletooth is fully on display, the one where his eyes shine with genuine emotions instead of practiced ones. It was those smiles that felt the best, the ones that made Till's life complete, and Till would do anything in his power to make sure Ivan is able to smile like that for the rest of his life, even if it killed him.

Ivan deserved the world- no. He deserved the whole universe.

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

After the onslaught of affection, Till's face was fully flushed pink. Even though he would never admit it out loud, he felt himself becoming more affectionate with every kiss Ivan gave him. Because of this, Ivan's attempt to stand back up is thwarted due to till Till impulsively pulling him back onto his lap, hugging him close and nuzzling his face into his hair.

"We can order some food and eat it on stream, I just wanna cuddle with you for a little longer."

The mumbled words in Ivan's hair were soft yet firm, just like a fussy cat. The last thing Till wanted in this moment was for Ivan to get up, even if that meant ordering takeout and eating on stream. Despite forcing Ivan back onto his lap, Till would deny him being clingy like this until his final breath.

"I don't believe you're ready to stream yet, so we're gonna take a longer break. I don't care if it's half an hour or even two hours, I want you to take the time you need to reset."

As Till said this, he cupped Ivan's face in one of his hands and gently wiped a stray tear away. His eyes quickly snapped over to make sure that he was, in fact, not streaming this to over 80k people, before looking back at Ivan and kissing him again gently.

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

ivan was the one to help me really stay focused... it was someone else.

its whatever. it doesnt matter.

Hello Till. How have you been? I'm sure acting for round 7 was quite the experience.

( @therealwhitedress )

oh, hi sua.

it... sure was an experience for sure. some personalities that were around made it hard to actually focus. thats all im saying on the matter.

im sorry i didnt get to see you on the day you were on set, that was my only day i had off. i hope you enjoyed your time with hyuna and mizi. :)

[till-the-end-official]

Till immediately understands Ivan's body language, so he wraps his arms around Ivan's body and hugs him close. He gently strokes his hair, gently massaging his scalp every now and then.

"Hey, no need to be sorry. Take the time you need to recharge, we can go over the ten minutes if you need to."

Till responds gently, kissing Ivan's forehead softly. Till wasn't one to be overly affectionate unless Ivan needed it badly, and it was in cases like these ones when Till would give Ivan as much affection as he could physically muster.

"I don't care about getting back on time. My stream can wait, you can't."

Till's voice is gentle yet firm, showing Ivan that he was serious about this. He would wait for hours if it meant making sure Ivan was okay, and he was fully prepared to straight up end the stream right now if he needed it.

Subconsciously, Till began to slowly rock back and forth with Ivan in his arms, something that he ended up doing whenever he was in Ivan's arms. Whenever they would hug standing up, it was always Till who would end up swaying gently with Ivan following suit.

Placing another kiss to Ivan's forehead, Till grabbed a blanket from off the ground and wrapped it around the two of them, keeping one of his arms securely around Ivan. He struggled for a bit before he was able to wrap his second arm around Ivan once again to pull him close. He made sure to rest Ivan's head on his heart, knowing the steady sound of it would help pull Ivan back to reality.

He knew how hard Ivan was worked when it came to photoshoots, he was the most handsome man right now, so companies would really make the most of their time to get as many photos of Ivan as possible. Ivan usually books by every hour, so those who can only get one hour with Ivan will really push outfit changes and as many poses as possible so they could make the most out of their time with the former idol. Till had tried to get Ivan to require a break during his shoots, but Ivan never listened and just pushed forward.

There was nothing he could do about it now, so he was more than ready to just cuddle with him until he was ready to move again.

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

Till was locked in, barely even registering his studio door opening. It was probably Ivan coming home. He continued to play the song, before getting distracted by how fucking fast the chat was speeding in the corner of his eye. He ended up dying in the game, sighing heavily as he leaned back and looked at his webcam preview. Yeah, he was right, it was Ivan beh-

Ivan.

Ivan was behind him.

It finally registered in Till's head that Ivan was behind him, causing him to yelp loudly (which he will deny until the cows come home) and turn his chair around, facing Ivan with a slightly panicked expression.

"I-Ivan! You scared me!"

Till said with a breathy laugh, which would sound like a shaky laugh because he just got scared to most people, but Ivan wasn't like most people. That man knew more about him than he did himself, it was as if he took a four year degree in everything Till related. Because Ivan knew Till so well, it was very obvious that the laugh was a panicked one with slight hints of fear in it.

Last time Ivan was on his stream was during the subathon where he collapsed on his desk from exhaustion, and that caused a huge stir online. Now, he was awake and conscious, so he needed to do something before rumors began spiraling out of control.

"You weren't supposed to come on for another hour! Lose track of time?"

Till said, looking back at the chat and flashing a convincing smile. The chat fucking exploded at this, comments of "OMG IVANTILL COLLAB" and "my grandma has cancer, but this collab was the cure" type messages spamming the chat alongside a tsunami of heart and heart eye emojis. Everyone was freaking out over the supposed surprise collab between the two actors, giving Till a reason to take a quick break.

"Alright, alright! The cat is out of the bag! Ivan was going to join me on stream, but something must've come up so we're going to take a quick ten minute break."

And with that, the screen suddenly showed the words 'be right back. :)' and Till turned around, looking at his junior with a worried and soft expression.

"You okay? What's wrong?"

Till's voice was soft and sweet, his eyes full of worry and concern for the usually upbeat actor. If he had dog ears, they would be pressed against his head, his tail drooping behind him. He wanted to see Ivan's smile- his real smile- and he would do anything in his power to make sure it came back.

Till leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he paused his game. He grabbed his water bottle (which Ivan bought for him and forced him to start drinking) and took a sip from it, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat smoothly. He opened his eyes again, smiling at the camera.

"God... Through the fire and flames hasn't gotten any easier, huh?"

Till chuckles as he grabs his Guitar Hero guitar again, syncing it up with his Wii as he selected the replay button. He had been streaming for around three hours now, so his mind was focused on the game and nothing else.

Usually, Ivan would be home by now (and by that he meant Ivan would break into his apartment), but he had a photoshoot that went later than usual. Because of this, Till's mind had focused solely on his stream for the majority of the day, so Ivan's absence wasn't on the forefront of his mind.

"Okay okay, I'm getting back to the game. Can't have shit anymore, huh?"

Till said teasingly, sitting up in his chair and holding the guitar close to his chest.

Ivan sighs, mentally taxed after the grueling back-to-back photoshoots he just finished. He'll talk to his manager tomorrow to try and space out his schedule more, but right now he just wants to go home.

He's unable to speak, too drained to even try to force words out of his throat. He's probably too drained to drive, but he needs to get to somewhere safe and that means he has to drive himself.

Ah. Till. I need to get to Till's.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out, sighing deeply to himself. He definitely 100% doesn't break any traffic laws on the way to Till's apartment.

Once he's arrived, he makes his way inside with the spare key Till gave to him after too many break-ins from Ivan. He beelines to Till's room, but finds that he's not in there. He saw Till's car out front, which means he's home.

Studio then.

Instead of going in there, he walks over to Till's closet and pulls out one of his hoodies. Till may be smaller than him, but it's really not by much. Ivan just has a bit more muscle and roughly three inches on him in height. He grabs a pair of sweatpants too and changes into both, dropping his clothing from the day haphazardly onto the floor without a second thought.

He makes his way to Till's studio across the hall and slowly cracks open the door. He knows there's a possibility Till could be streaming, so he stays quiet. He doesn't mind being on screen and Till's fans know that him and Till have worked together in the acting scene before, and that it's how they became friends.

Ivan knows his senior wouldn't be too mad at him, but also, he doesn't really think about it because he doesn't care in the moment. He sees Till playing a relatively difficult song on Guitar Hero and chooses to walk up behind his gaming chair. He plops his chin on the top of the chair, careful not to jostle it.

He sees himself in the facecam and the chat going at a mile a minute because of his appearance. His face is just barely in frame, so chat knows it's Ivan.

He smiles softly, the most he's able to do in his current mental state, and throws up a weak peace sign that the chat can see. He waits patiently for Till to finish his song.

[till-the-end-official]

Hello Till. How have you been? I'm sure acting for round 7 was quite the experience.

( @therealwhitedress )

oh, hi sua.

it... sure was an experience for sure. some personalities that were around made it hard to actually focus. thats all im saying on the matter.

im sorry i didnt get to see you on the day you were on set, that was my only day i had off. i hope you enjoyed your time with hyuna and mizi. :)

[till-the-end-official]

As Till was guided to lay back down with Ivan, he let himself give in and allow himself to be moved. Once he was cuddled up against Ivan's chest, his eyes fluttered shut, low and quite rumbles escaping his throat as Ivan played with his hair.

"Fine... not because I want to, but because I don't want to deal with your nagging for hours on end."

Till responded with a soft chuckle, already feeling his body being pulled into his resting state. Something he noticed the more he was around Ivan was that whenever he was around, he always felt more exhausted than usual. People usually say you're the sleepiest around those you truly trust since you feel safe enough to let your guard fully down, and Till was beginning to believe that was the case.

Ivan was his safe person. He knew that he would always be safe with him.

And that thought alone was enough to make Till fall asleep.

Till woke up with the worst headache known to man and unable to breathe through his nose. His entire body felt like it was both on fire and freezing at the same time, and Till immediately realized that he was sick.

He knew that he couldn't do anything today, but that didn't stop him from trying to get out of bed. Till could only walk a few steps before he felt his knees give out beneath him, causing him to take a knee. God, today was going to be a long day if he didn't rest...

Before he could process what he was doing, Till grabbed his phone off his nightstand, collapsing on the cold carpet below him as he texted a familiar number while sprawling out on the floor.

> im dying. it was nice knowing you.

He pressed send on the text before sneezing aggressively, making no effort to try and get off the floor. Till was being dramatic, but he was accepting his fate.

Ivan checked his phone after the photoshoot he had that morning and perked up immediately when he saw a text from his senior. He took a detour and decided to grab Till's favorite coffee, an iced americano, from the nearby cafe.

He hadn't opened the message yet, so while he was waiting for his coffee, he pressed on the notification.

> im dying. it was nice knowing you.

Ivan reread the message multiple times, the sentence not clicking in his brain. He stared at his phone for a solid five seconds before jumping as his name is called for his coffee.

The message finally clicks once he grabs the americano and he nearly drops it. He's rushing out the door and back to his vehicle at mach speed.

What the FUCK do you mean you're dying?? Nonono... there's no way. No he can't be- Fuck Till I hope you didn't do anything stupid. Please tell me this was just a cruel joke or something please text me please please please-

Ivan's thoughts were frantic as he drove the familiar route to Till's apartment. He felt his panic get worse at every red light he was stopped at.

Once he arrived, he hurried out of the car, forgetting the coffee, and pulling out Till's spare key. He opened the door and called out for Till.

"Till?! Till are you-!?"

He can't even finish the sentence without choking. He rushes to Till's room and sees him sprawled out on the floor. His panic attack (he realizes somewhere in his head that this is indeed a panic attack he is having) becomes manic as his blood runs cold.

"T-Till...?"

His voice quivers, small and weak. He fears the worst.

He scrambles over and gets down to his knees, moving Till's body around to feel for a pulse. When he moves his senior, he hears him groan and weakly bat at Ivan.

Ivan starts crying tears of relief that his beloved is alive, but he is still worried about what's going on with Till.

"Till... Till, baby, please talk to me. What the hell happened??"

[till-the-end-official]

Till could hear Ivan's loud thoughts clear as day, so he sat up and looked at Ivan, putting his hands on his shoulders to pin him down to the bed.

"Ivan, I see that look in your eyes, I need you to listen to me- and I need you to listen to me closely."

Till said, looking deep into his eyes. He knew that if he told Ivan to listen to what he had to say, he would memorize those words like a gospel, so he wanted to make sure he was paying attention.

"I can practically hear your thoughts that are going through your mind right now, and I'm going to tell you to not listen to them. It has nothing to do with how strongly you feel emotions, especially how strongly you feel emotions for me. This has nothing to do with you, understand?"

Till's voice was firm but comforting, his eyes showing just how serious he was about this. The idea of Ivan blaming himself for something that was Till's problem was one that made Till upset, so that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Till woke up with the worst headache known to man and unable to breathe through his nose. His entire body felt like it was both on fire and freezing at the same time, and Till immediately realized that he was sick.

He knew that he couldn't do anything today, but that didn't stop him from trying to get out of bed. Till could only walk a few steps before he felt his knees give out beneath him, causing him to take a knee. God, today was going to be a long day if he didn't rest...

Before he could process what he was doing, Till grabbed his phone off his nightstand, collapsing on the cold carpet below him as he texted a familiar number while sprawling out on the floor.

> im dying. it was nice knowing you.

He pressed send on the text before sneezing aggressively, making no effort to try and get off the floor. Till was being dramatic, but he was accepting his fate.

Ivan checked his phone after the photoshoot he had that morning and perked up immediately when he saw a text from his senior. He took a detour and decided to grab Till's favorite coffee, an iced americano, from the nearby cafe.

He hadn't opened the message yet, so while he was waiting for his coffee, he pressed on the notification.

> im dying. it was nice knowing you.

Ivan reread the message multiple times, the sentence not clicking in his brain. He stared at his phone for a solid five seconds before jumping as his name is called for his coffee.

The message finally clicks once he grabs the americano and he nearly drops it. He's rushing out the door and back to his vehicle at mach speed.

What the FUCK do you mean you're dying?? Nonono... there's no way. No he can't be- Fuck Till I hope you didn't do anything stupid. Please tell me this was just a cruel joke or something please text me please please please-

Ivan's thoughts were frantic as he drove the familiar route to Till's apartment. He felt his panic get worse at every red light he was stopped at.

Once he arrived, he hurried out of the car, forgetting the coffee, and pulling out Till's spare key. He opened the door and called out for Till.

"Till?! Till are you-!?"

He can't even finish the sentence without choking. He rushes to Till's room and sees him sprawled out on the floor. His panic attack (he realizes somewhere in his head that this is indeed a panic attack he is having) becomes manic as his blood runs cold.

"T-Till...?"

His voice quivers, small and weak. He fears the worst.

He scrambles over and gets down to his knees, moving Till's body around to feel for a pulse. When he moves his senior, he hears him groan and weakly bat at Ivan.

Ivan starts crying tears of relief that his beloved is alive, but he is still worried about what's going on with Till.

"Till... Till, baby, please talk to me. What the hell happened??"