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ੈ♡˳ 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. Ivan, He/Him, 23, Actor for IVAN in Alien Stage

[stolensorrow]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭... ☄. *. ⋆

[PT: You are my Black Sorrow, and you stole my heart...]

Hello! My name is Ivan and I am the actor for IVAN in the series ALIEN STAGE! I was part of an idol group with Luka before becoming an actor (with him, funnily enough) for ALNST!

I may have PR manage a few things here and there, but I will interact with you all openly! I promise I'm nice :)

General rule of thumb: I may be an adult, but please refrain from being overly explicit in my inbox, I understand I have fans that are... a bit intense, and that's... fine... just tone it down a little bit? I also believe that there are still minors on this app, so be mindful of that, too.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬:

[PT: Featured Tags]

# ☄. *. ⋆ meteor shower - my general thoughts

# ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fanmail - anything from my inbox/askbox

# ੈ✩‧₊˚ reblogs - anything i RB without comments

# ੈ✩‧₊˚ idle chatter - talking with my fellow coworkers!

# ੈ✩‧₊˚ lights, camera, action! - lit and/or semi-lit rp!!

# ੈ✩‧₊˚ fanart - any fanart that I recieve (any art that I draw for this blog will also be tagged with this.)

# ੈ✩‧₊˚ PR team - the mod that runs this account! anything ooc or disclaimers, etc, will be tagged w this! PR will always be colored blue italics <3

PR Team: Hello everynyan, I am @verdantlights !! I run this blog along the Isaac, Dewey, and Ivan ( @ivan-alnst ) blogs! I am an adult, and I use zey/ve. If neither of those work for you, I use he/it as well. Please be mindful of sending weird things as stated above! I am not afraid to turn off anon asks!

Mod is autistic and will be playing Ivan as such! Keep that in mind <3

[hyunas-party]

So....

Soooo........

Are you guys surprised? Did I act okay enough?

Having your side caked in fake blood makes it actually really hard to move, just a heads up

[stolensorrow]

You did great!! And yeah, try having fake blood coming out of your mouth and having to lay on the floor with the taste in your mouth...

All of you did really well! It feels like everyone is getting better and better at portraying their characters' emotions in the moment. :D

[hyunas-party]

I mean it's- It's just corn syrup?? And sugar???

Are you okay???

Also my face was covered why would I need it in my mouth????

Sir?????????

[stolensorrow]

No I was saying that 'cause I had to cough up a bunch of it during round 6 filming. Also maybe it's just me, but I... hate the texture of it. I hate the way it feels. I also had to lay there in a pool of fake blood so! I'm just saying I understand the difficulty you had moving. </3

[hyunas-party]

So....

Soooo........

Are you guys surprised? Did I act okay enough?

Having your side caked in fake blood makes it actually really hard to move, just a heads up

[stolensorrow]

You did great!! And yeah, try having fake blood coming out of your mouth and having to lay on the floor with the taste in your mouth...

All of you did really well! It feels like everyone is getting better and better at portraying their characters' emotions in the moment. :D

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan enjoys the slow rocking much more than he'd like to admit. It's soothing and the warmth of him and Till under the blanket is enough to make him cry a little bit. He sniffles to himself, hoping Till doesn't make a big deal out of it.

They end up going over the ten minute break by another ten minutes. Ivan would argue that Till is one of those super fast type-c chargers for Samsung phones. Either that, or their compatibility is off the charts.

He whines as he leans back, scaring Till in thinking he's going to fall off. Ivan balances himself and reaches his hands up to kiss Till on the lips. He presses his forehead to Till's and closes his eyes, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Till."

He continues to pepper his senior's face with kisses and giggles a little bit when he pulls back and sees his face scrunched up from the onslaught of affection. He gives him one more slow kiss, melting into it and feeling the worst of his bad day fall away, leaving only warm sleepiness in the comfort of his beloved's arms.

He stands up even though he really doesn't want to, taking the blanket with him. He yawns to himself before making his way to the door.

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want a snack before we get back to the stream?"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan doesn't complain. It's Till's stream, so whatever he says is final. If Till wants to baby him and make 80k people wait for an hour until Ivan could function properly, then so be it. Again, Ivan won't complain.

He shrugs his shoulders and slumps back into Till's waiting hold, letting the older man wrap his arms back around him and tuck themselves back under the blanket. He presses kisses to Till's neck where his face is resting and smiles into every peck.

He relaxes his body and tries to focus on what he needs physically, besides Till's warmth and affection. He needs a shower, he needs to eat, and he needs sleep. He can take a shower after the stream is over (and maybe get Till to join him) and then him and Till can cuddle to sleep. As for food, Till just said they'd order something.

Till chose last time, so...

"I want tteokbokki. Can we... can we get tteokbokki. Pretty please?"

Ivan imitates his best kicked puppy whine and give Till puppy eyes to really drive the point home.

"Pretty pretty please??"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan whined like a petulant child at the thought of Till paying, but he didn't care all too much and decided to indulge in getting spoiled by his beloved. He just dropped his head onto Till's shoulder and aggressively shook his head, snorting at himself.

"Okayyy, but I'm paying next time."

He continued to smother Till with as many kisses as possible. He could hear Till giggling too and it made Ivan's heart soar. Being the reason Till is laughing like that made his whole world and made him feel so much better.

"Once the food gets here, you can start the stream again. I'll leave it up to you to decide how long it goes on for since it's your stream."

He takes a deep breath, feeling the rest of the overstimulation and frustration from the day melt away.

"I promise I'm okay now, Till. I'm keeping the blanket, though."

He moves to get up, feeling plenty of resistance when Till tightens his hold on Ivan. He laughs and pulls Till's hands off of him, standing up fully and stretching with his arms in the air. He then brackets Till into the chair, giving him more kisses and leaving him with a forehead kiss.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

"Mmmkayy..."

Ivan grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the case that Till started keeping for him in his fridge. He cracks it open and feels like he just ascended to godhood. Ivan stands by Dr. Pepper and will until the day he dies, it's his life blood. (// he's so me fr)

"What exactly are you gonna get me, or us, to do once we go back on stream? I'm good at rhythm games, but I've never played Guitar Hero, so I dunno how well I'd do."

He thinks back to his piano lessons from a kid and all of the rhythm training he's done to be an idol. Staying on beat is necessary in the fields he's worked in. It'd be incredibly odd if he wasn't at least somewhat decent at a rhythm game.

Honestly, he could probably figure it out pretty quickly, all he'd need is a few trial and practice runs and he'd probably be able to give Till a run for his money.

...Well okay- maybe not, Till is a guitarist, so...

He takes another sip of his drink and puts it down while leaning fully over the counter. He folds his arms and rests his head on them, looking slightly up at Till from his position. He's well aware he looks like a dog waiting for a bone, but he also knows that Till loves it. He's always comparing Ivan to a dog and he doesn't hate it.

Specifically, he doesn't hate it if it's from Till. He's been told by countless people that he acts like an over-eager puppy and he doesn't mind it... until they actually start treating him like a dog. Ordering him around and thinking he'll just blindly listen to the hand that feeds him.

Till doesn't do that, of course. Till knows how independent Ivan is and can be. Till knows that he's loyal, but only to a select few people, and never to just anyone who throws him a treat. Till doesn't take advantage of his aloof nature, and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy all over. He never believed in the whole "butterflies in your stomach" thing, but he gets it now with Till.

There's also the fact that Till acts like a cat, sneezes like a kitten, and practically purrs when cuddled up to Ivan. Till can't speak at all on Ivan's behavior if he's just as bad (read: cute).

[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."

[stolensorrow]

"I can do a QnA session, but I might not talk that much. I really don't mind whatever you decide to do... or whatever the chat decides we should do. I can just sit there and look pretty if you want, I know I'm good at that."

Ivan grins mischievously. His number one favorite thing to do is annoy Till, and he'll be damned if he doesn't do it, especially after the day he had.

He giggles as Till ignores him, but Ivan can see the way he flushes. His metaphorical dog ears perk up at the sound of the doorbell ringing, and finally feels the twisting of his stomach asking for food.

God, I'm starving. Did I even eat this morning?

The smell of the food makes his mouth water and it takes everything in him not to pounce on Till just to get the food. He supposes it's written all over his face, because Till snorts when he sees Ivan.

"Till... please.... I'm a dying starving man... I need food."

Ivan dramatically flops his arms out on the counter, knowing it'd annoy Till more. Again, annoying Till is his favorite thing to do... like ever.

[ivan-alnst]

ooc//

hiya everypony please ignore the fact i just unironically used everypony. anyway-

terribly sorry for the inactivity, i have had a, to put it simply, very shit fucking rodeo for the past like. 2-3 weeks. since. like right after christmas actually. im not dead (yet) so dont worry /silly

i have quite a few asks rotting in my inbox that unfortunately will stay like that until i fully return, but trust that ivan will return. he is SOMEWHERE i promise. (haha get it. cause. cause nowh- yeah ok sorry)

anyways i see you flower anon in my inbox, i 🩵 you flower anon, and i miss you :(

i miss all of you! i am slowly getting better and my days are getting a bit brighter, so hopefully in the next few days me and the ivan blogs will be back up and running :) <3

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan enjoys the slow rocking much more than he'd like to admit. It's soothing and the warmth of him and Till under the blanket is enough to make him cry a little bit. He sniffles to himself, hoping Till doesn't make a big deal out of it.

They end up going over the ten minute break by another ten minutes. Ivan would argue that Till is one of those super fast type-c chargers for Samsung phones. Either that, or their compatibility is off the charts.

He whines as he leans back, scaring Till in thinking he's going to fall off. Ivan balances himself and reaches his hands up to kiss Till on the lips. He presses his forehead to Till's and closes his eyes, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Till."

He continues to pepper his senior's face with kisses and giggles a little bit when he pulls back and sees his face scrunched up from the onslaught of affection. He gives him one more slow kiss, melting into it and feeling the worst of his bad day fall away, leaving only warm sleepiness in the comfort of his beloved's arms.

He stands up even though he really doesn't want to, taking the blanket with him. He yawns to himself before making his way to the door.

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want a snack before we get back to the stream?"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan doesn't complain. It's Till's stream, so whatever he says is final. If Till wants to baby him and make 80k people wait for an hour until Ivan could function properly, then so be it. Again, Ivan won't complain.

He shrugs his shoulders and slumps back into Till's waiting hold, letting the older man wrap his arms back around him and tuck themselves back under the blanket. He presses kisses to Till's neck where his face is resting and smiles into every peck.

He relaxes his body and tries to focus on what he needs physically, besides Till's warmth and affection. He needs a shower, he needs to eat, and he needs sleep. He can take a shower after the stream is over (and maybe get Till to join him) and then him and Till can cuddle to sleep. As for food, Till just said they'd order something.

Till chose last time, so...

"I want tteokbokki. Can we... can we get tteokbokki. Pretty please?"

Ivan imitates his best kicked puppy whine and give Till puppy eyes to really drive the point home.

"Pretty pretty please??"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan whined like a petulant child at the thought of Till paying, but he didn't care all too much and decided to indulge in getting spoiled by his beloved. He just dropped his head onto Till's shoulder and aggressively shook his head, snorting at himself.

"Okayyy, but I'm paying next time."

He continued to smother Till with as many kisses as possible. He could hear Till giggling too and it made Ivan's heart soar. Being the reason Till is laughing like that made his whole world and made him feel so much better.

"Once the food gets here, you can start the stream again. I'll leave it up to you to decide how long it goes on for since it's your stream."

He takes a deep breath, feeling the rest of the overstimulation and frustration from the day melt away.

"I promise I'm okay now, Till. I'm keeping the blanket, though."

He moves to get up, feeling plenty of resistance when Till tightens his hold on Ivan. He laughs and pulls Till's hands off of him, standing up fully and stretching with his arms in the air. He then brackets Till into the chair, giving him more kisses and leaving him with a forehead kiss.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

"Mmmkayy..."

Ivan grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the case that Till started keeping for him in his fridge. He cracks it open and feels like he just ascended to godhood. Ivan stands by Dr. Pepper and will until the day he dies, it's his life blood. (// he's so me fr)

"What exactly are you gonna get me, or us, to do once we go back on stream? I'm good at rhythm games, but I've never played Guitar Hero, so I dunno how well I'd do."

He thinks back to his piano lessons from a kid and all of the rhythm training he's done to be an idol. Staying on beat is necessary in the fields he's worked in. It'd be incredibly odd if he wasn't at least somewhat decent at a rhythm game.

Honestly, he could probably figure it out pretty quickly, all he'd need is a few trial and practice runs and he'd probably be able to give Till a run for his money.

...Well okay- maybe not, Till is a guitarist, so...

He takes another sip of his drink and puts it down while leaning fully over the counter. He folds his arms and rests his head on them, looking slightly up at Till from his position. He's well aware he looks like a dog waiting for a bone, but he also knows that Till loves it. He's always comparing Ivan to a dog and he doesn't hate it.

Specifically, he doesn't hate it if it's from Till. He's been told by countless people that he acts like an over-eager puppy and he doesn't mind it... until they actually start treating him like a dog. Ordering him around and thinking he'll just blindly listen to the hand that feeds him.

Till doesn't do that, of course. Till knows how independent Ivan is and can be. Till knows that he's loyal, but only to a select few people, and never to just anyone who throws him a treat. Till doesn't take advantage of his aloof nature, and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy all over. He never believed in the whole "butterflies in your stomach" thing, but he gets it now with Till.

There's also the fact that Till acts like a cat, sneezes like a kitten, and practically purrs when cuddled up to Ivan. Till can't speak at all on Ivan's behavior if he's just as bad (read: cute).

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan enjoys the slow rocking much more than he'd like to admit. It's soothing and the warmth of him and Till under the blanket is enough to make him cry a little bit. He sniffles to himself, hoping Till doesn't make a big deal out of it.

They end up going over the ten minute break by another ten minutes. Ivan would argue that Till is one of those super fast type-c chargers for Samsung phones. Either that, or their compatibility is off the charts.

He whines as he leans back, scaring Till in thinking he's going to fall off. Ivan balances himself and reaches his hands up to kiss Till on the lips. He presses his forehead to Till's and closes his eyes, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Till."

He continues to pepper his senior's face with kisses and giggles a little bit when he pulls back and sees his face scrunched up from the onslaught of affection. He gives him one more slow kiss, melting into it and feeling the worst of his bad day fall away, leaving only warm sleepiness in the comfort of his beloved's arms.

He stands up even though he really doesn't want to, taking the blanket with him. He yawns to himself before making his way to the door.

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want a snack before we get back to the stream?"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan doesn't complain. It's Till's stream, so whatever he says is final. If Till wants to baby him and make 80k people wait for an hour until Ivan could function properly, then so be it. Again, Ivan won't complain.

He shrugs his shoulders and slumps back into Till's waiting hold, letting the older man wrap his arms back around him and tuck themselves back under the blanket. He presses kisses to Till's neck where his face is resting and smiles into every peck.

He relaxes his body and tries to focus on what he needs physically, besides Till's warmth and affection. He needs a shower, he needs to eat, and he needs sleep. He can take a shower after the stream is over (and maybe get Till to join him) and then him and Till can cuddle to sleep. As for food, Till just said they'd order something.

Till chose last time, so...

"I want tteokbokki. Can we... can we get tteokbokki. Pretty please?"

Ivan imitates his best kicked puppy whine and give Till puppy eyes to really drive the point home.

"Pretty pretty please??"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan whined like a petulant child at the thought of Till paying, but he didn't care all too much and decided to indulge in getting spoiled by his beloved. He just dropped his head onto Till's shoulder and aggressively shook his head, snorting at himself.

"Okayyy, but I'm paying next time."

He continued to smother Till with as many kisses as possible. He could hear Till giggling too and it made Ivan's heart soar. Being the reason Till is laughing like that made his whole world and made him feel so much better.

"Once the food gets here, you can start the stream again. I'll leave it up to you to decide how long it goes on for since it's your stream."

He takes a deep breath, feeling the rest of the overstimulation and frustration from the day melt away.

"I promise I'm okay now, Till. I'm keeping the blanket, though."

He moves to get up, feeling plenty of resistance when Till tightens his hold on Ivan. He laughs and pulls Till's hands off of him, standing up fully and stretching with his arms in the air. He then brackets Till into the chair, giving him more kisses and leaving him with a forehead kiss.

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan enjoys the slow rocking much more than he'd like to admit. It's soothing and the warmth of him and Till under the blanket is enough to make him cry a little bit. He sniffles to himself, hoping Till doesn't make a big deal out of it.

They end up going over the ten minute break by another ten minutes. Ivan would argue that Till is one of those super fast type-c chargers for Samsung phones. Either that, or their compatibility is off the charts.

He whines as he leans back, scaring Till in thinking he's going to fall off. Ivan balances himself and reaches his hands up to kiss Till on the lips. He presses his forehead to Till's and closes his eyes, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Till."

He continues to pepper his senior's face with kisses and giggles a little bit when he pulls back and sees his face scrunched up from the onslaught of affection. He gives him one more slow kiss, melting into it and feeling the worst of his bad day fall away, leaving only warm sleepiness in the comfort of his beloved's arms.

He stands up even though he really doesn't want to, taking the blanket with him. He yawns to himself before making his way to the door.

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want a snack before we get back to the stream?"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan doesn't complain. It's Till's stream, so whatever he says is final. If Till wants to baby him and make 80k people wait for an hour until Ivan could function properly, then so be it. Again, Ivan won't complain.

He shrugs his shoulders and slumps back into Till's waiting hold, letting the older man wrap his arms back around him and tuck themselves back under the blanket. He presses kisses to Till's neck where his face is resting and smiles into every peck.

He relaxes his body and tries to focus on what he needs physically, besides Till's warmth and affection. He needs a shower, he needs to eat, and he needs sleep. He can take a shower after the stream is over (and maybe get Till to join him) and then him and Till can cuddle to sleep. As for food, Till just said they'd order something.

Till chose last time, so...

"I want tteokbokki. Can we... can we get tteokbokki. Pretty please?"

Ivan imitates his best kicked puppy whine and give Till puppy eyes to really drive the point home.

"Pretty pretty please??"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan beams and giggles as he drops his head back onto Till's shoulder. He can accept Till paying for the food, he wasn't going to argue because he really was hungry and knew it'd be pointless.

He'll let Till do whatever, as long as Ivan gets to eat one of his comfort foods next to his comfort person.

"Yaaaayyyy!!! Thank you Till!!"

He squeezes his arms around Till and giggles some more when he hears an "Ack-" from his senior. He releases his arms and nuzzles his face into Till's, leaving another kiss on his cheek.

Ivan pulls back and let's his face smile naturally. He's too tired to mask, and he's been doing it all day. It's not like he'd want to mask towards Till anyway, he doesn't deserve to come face to face with the walls Ivan puts up around others.

Till has the privilege of seeing Ivan at his most raw and vulnerable self, knowing Till is... trying... to do the same. He knows it's difficult for his senior, but you could say he's trying to lead by example and show that he's safe, just like how Till is safe to him.

His smile turns softer as he reaches up and caresses Till's face. His thumbs trace Till's permanent eyebags and move to trace the bridge of his nose. He traces the contours and lines and takes in every detail as if to memorize it.

Till has finished ordering by this point, so he takes his time in enjoying looking at Till. He can see the redness in his cheeks, probably from Ivan's close scrutinization, but he just chuckles at it.

He leaves one more (but not the last) kiss onto Till's lips. He let's this one linger for longer as he enjoys the warmth and love coming from it. When he pulls back, he's beaming again.

"You're beautiful, Till."

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan enjoys the slow rocking much more than he'd like to admit. It's soothing and the warmth of him and Till under the blanket is enough to make him cry a little bit. He sniffles to himself, hoping Till doesn't make a big deal out of it.

They end up going over the ten minute break by another ten minutes. Ivan would argue that Till is one of those super fast type-c chargers for Samsung phones. Either that, or their compatibility is off the charts.

He whines as he leans back, scaring Till in thinking he's going to fall off. Ivan balances himself and reaches his hands up to kiss Till on the lips. He presses his forehead to Till's and closes his eyes, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Till."

He continues to pepper his senior's face with kisses and giggles a little bit when he pulls back and sees his face scrunched up from the onslaught of affection. He gives him one more slow kiss, melting into it and feeling the worst of his bad day fall away, leaving only warm sleepiness in the comfort of his beloved's arms.

He stands up even though he really doesn't want to, taking the blanket with him. He yawns to himself before making his way to the door.

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want a snack before we get back to the stream?"

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan doesn't complain. It's Till's stream, so whatever he says is final. If Till wants to baby him and make 80k people wait for an hour until Ivan could function properly, then so be it. Again, Ivan won't complain.

He shrugs his shoulders and slumps back into Till's waiting hold, letting the older man wrap his arms back around him and tuck themselves back under the blanket. He presses kisses to Till's neck where his face is resting and smiles into every peck.

He relaxes his body and tries to focus on what he needs physically, besides Till's warmth and affection. He needs a shower, he needs to eat, and he needs sleep. He can take a shower after the stream is over (and maybe get Till to join him) and then him and Till can cuddle to sleep. As for food, Till just said they'd order something.

Till chose last time, so...

"I want tteokbokki. Can we... can we get tteokbokki. Pretty please?"

Ivan imitates his best kicked puppy whine and give Till puppy eyes to really drive the point home.

"Pretty pretty please??"

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan enjoys the slow rocking much more than he'd like to admit. It's soothing and the warmth of him and Till under the blanket is enough to make him cry a little bit. He sniffles to himself, hoping Till doesn't make a big deal out of it.

They end up going over the ten minute break by another ten minutes. Ivan would argue that Till is one of those super fast type-c chargers for Samsung phones. Either that, or their compatibility is off the charts.

He whines as he leans back, scaring Till in thinking he's going to fall off. Ivan balances himself and reaches his hands up to kiss Till on the lips. He presses his forehead to Till's and closes his eyes, smiling fondly.

"Thank you, Till."

He continues to pepper his senior's face with kisses and giggles a little bit when he pulls back and sees his face scrunched up from the onslaught of affection. He gives him one more slow kiss, melting into it and feeling the worst of his bad day fall away, leaving only warm sleepiness in the comfort of his beloved's arms.

He stands up even though he really doesn't want to, taking the blanket with him. He yawns to himself before making his way to the door.

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want a snack before we get back to the stream?"

[stolensorrow]

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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan pouts at Till's concerned expression and makes his way in front of his senior and plops down in his lap (gently of course, so as to not tip the chair over). Ivan is pretty sure Till knows what this means, as Ivan only does this on really bad days. He'll throw himself into Till's space without saying anything and just bask in his warmth.

This time, he knows he doesn't have all the time in the world to get his shit together. He has ten minutes to try and find the mental capacity to sit there for the rest of the 2-3 hours Till plans on being live for. He knows it's a lot easier than being on set for hours on end, and that as long as he's by Till's side, he'll be just fine. Not to mention, there's no real pressure to mask in front of Till's audience.

Ivan's still gonna mask, that's not enough to stop him, but he doesn't have to be so strict with himself, he knows Till is about the same.

He hears his senior murmur something close to his ear about having a bad day and Ivan nods into his neck. Till brings his hands up and hugs Ivan tightly, the pressure is very much welcome and it feels like Till is squeezing his soul back into his body, as weird as that sounds.

It takes a few more minutes before Ivan can finally speak.

"M'sorry. Four back-to-back photoshoots starting from seven in the morning and ending like thirty minutes ago."

He inhales deeply, picking his head up and looking at Till directly.

"I'm dead on my feet, needed to be next to you to recharge."

He gives a little peck to Till's cheek and smiles softly.

[stolensorrow]

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.

[ivan-alnst]

ooc//

Hello everyone. I have some asks in my inbox as of right now that I will answer shortly, but I wanted to make this post to tell you all that I will be turning off anon asks as well as prohibiting media. I've learned that there will be raiders going around on Dec 25th who are going to send gore and possibly even child gore. Their targets are roleplay blogs and other deep fandom spaces, I believe. Their primary target does seem to be the Mouthwashing fanbase though, from what I've seen so far.

Asks will still be on... but again no anon or media is allowed. If anything makes it through I will turn asks off completely. I highly recommend you guys send any asks you want now because I will be disabling media and anon when I wake up tomorrow morning. This gives you guys... roughly 9-ish hours of time to send stuff.

...ight, this is disgusting. I'll be temporarily closing my askbox on the 21st (just to be extra safe) so if you have a request or question

Please stay safe everyone. I will resume asks as normal after Christmas. I might wait until the Saturday after (28th) when I celebrate Xmas with my family to turn them back on, just to be safe. It depends on how bad the raid is/was.

[stolensorrow]

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]

"I'm dying. I see the light at the end of the tunnel."

Till groaned, looking up at Ivan. He sneezed (which sounded like a small kitten, but you would lose your future children if you said that) before resting his head on Ivan's shoulder.

It took a solid ten seconds before he realized that Ivan was crying into him, causing him to weakly wrap his arms around him. He turned his head away as he coughed hoarsely, his body feeling like shit.

"Why are you crying?"

Till asked softly, sniffing quietly as he looked up at the former idol through half-lidded eyes. His entire body was hot to the touch and sweaty, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He probably had only a common cold or fever, but Till didn't get sick often, so it wasn't usual to see him in this state.

[stolensorrow]

"Doooonnnn't say things like thaaat...."

Ivan whined, burying his face into Till's shoulder, sniffling a bit. After seeing his senior sneeze like a kitten (hehe he's so cite-) and feeling his feverish body temperature, Ivan realizes that Till is just sick and is being awfully dramatic.

All the tension drains from his body as he slumps onto Till, who groans again.

"You scared the shit out of me, Till. I thought you we're actually dying. I thought you were fucking dead when I walked into the room and saw you lying motionless on the floor."

The use of multiple expletives from the usually PG man was a sign that he really was scared half to his own death and honestly a little bit upset at Till.

He continues to hold onto Till, not worried about getting whatever sickness he has. He tightens his grip, not willing to let him go after such a bad scare.

Now, he's mostly just glad Till is okay and is, in fact, not actually dying.

[till-the-end-official]

"I feel fuckin' horrible. I might as well be dying."

Till opens his eyes a little more, seeing how genuinely upset Ivan was for scaring him. He sighed a little before tightening his grip as much as he could, which wasn't a lot, and snuggled close into Ivan.

The swears from Ivan didn't fully register in Till's brain right now, but it for sure would later. He also wasn't prepared for the earful he was going to get from his junior once he's recovered.

"I'm sorry for scaring you... when I get better I promise I'll give you an hour's worth of kisses."

He mumbled softly into Ivan's neck, sniffing once again as he felt it increasingly get harder to breathe through his nose. This was the worst feeling ever, but being in Ivan's arms made him feel a tiny bit better.

His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned softly, his entire body feeling heavier by the second. He leaned against Ivan even more, his head pounding like a jackhammer in his skull.

While it was flu season right now, Till hadn't gotten sick since middle school. Since he became an actor, he made sure to take care of himself just enough so he didn't get sick, meaning he hasn't caught a flu or cold for a while, but he sure as hell hated it.

[stolensorrow]

"You better."

Ivan pouts to himself. He's sure Till can hear it in his voice.

Once he hears Till start sniffling and groaning, he sighs. He's regained most of his composure, but he's still a bit shaken.

He lifts Till up and sets him back in bed on his back. His senior is attempting to put up a fight, but is failing miserably. Ivan thinks it's cute, but he knows Till actually does feel like shit and so Ivan brushes Till's hair out of the way and leaves a little kiss on his forehead.

"I'm taking care of you for the next few days. I don't care how much of a fight you put up. I'm not letting you stay entirely miserable while you're sick."

Ivan sighs to himself, he stands back up and makes his way to the bathroom to soak a rag in hot water. He places it on Till's forehead, who was pouting.

"That face is cute, but don't be pouting at me. I'll make galbitang for you and check on you periodically. Please don't fall on the floor again..."

Ivan huffs fondly. He wants to kiss Till, but he knows that's a bad idea. He leaves a kiss on Till's knuckles instead before standing up and getting ready to cook.

[till-the-end-official]

Till impulsively grabbed Ivan's hand, groaning to himself as he draped his arm over his eyes. The light felt too bright, and Till hated it more than anything.

"Just order something, I don't want to be alone."

Till mumbled, obviously not wanting to admit it. It was hard to tell if Till's red cheeks were from embarrassment or his fever (it was a little bit of both). Ivan had always made one off comments about being able to be a good housewife, but based on how Ivan would break into his apartment and clean up and would only leave once Till ate some of the food he cooked, he knew Ivan was serious about taking care of him.

"The last thing I need is to feel like a fuckin' child forced to stay at home and be taken care of by his mother. Also you had a photoshoot today, take it easy and just order food."

This was the senior's long and convoluted way of saying "I don't want to be left alone so get your ass in my bed and cuddle with me" without making him look like some lovesick fool. Despite being very sick, Till is still stubborn as ever. If he wasn't stubborn, Till was most likely actually dying.

[stolensorrow]

Familiar with Till's stubbornness, Ivan sighs. He really wants to say no because of his near-death scare, but he can hear it in Till's voice that he just doesn't want to be left alone while miserable.

"Only for today. I'll order something hearty for you and tomorrow I'll cook. Even if I have to drag a futon in the kitchen for you."

He knows Till would never agree to that, but it was more of a tease anyway. He turns back and finally shrugs his coat off before remembering he left Till's coffee in the car. He knows you probably shouldn't be drinking an americano while you're sick, so he just leaves it. He'll throw it out when he gets the chance.

He takes his shoes off and quickly runs out to put them by the door before returning. He elects to take of his belt too, because no way is he sleeping in that uncomfortable shit. Once comfortable enough, he hops on the bed and crawls over Till, inserting himself into his side.

He rests his head on Till's chest because it's the safest way to cuddle him without risking getting sick. Ivan wouldn't care either way, especially if it was Till he was getting sick from, but he knows Till would give him hell because of his modeling career.

He huffs fondly at the idea.

"Just rest for now, love. There'll be food when you wake up."

[till-the-end-official]

Till watched as Ivan scurried around to put his shoes by the door, followed by shrugging his coat onto the floor and taking off his belt. Usually, he would make some sort of joke about Ivan taking his belt off, but he sneezed before he could do anything.

Watching as Ivan bounded over into his bed, Till couldn't help but smile a bit. He knew his junior was like a puppy at times, but every time he was reminded of it, he forgot just how adorable it was. He wrapped his arms around Ivan, pulling him close as he melted into the warmth that his body was radiating.

"I don't want to be sick, recovering is fucking brutal."

Till grumbled, basically spouting nonsense. He continued to ramble barely coherently as he snuggled closer into Ivan. The occasional curse was able to be heard among the muttered nonsense about "seeing the light" and "accepting his fate". For being such a respected senior and serious actor, Till sure was dramatic as all hell when he was sick.

It wasn't long before Till's ramblings eventually trailed off, soft snores replacing his jumbled mutters. He nuzzled into Ivan as much as he could, almost perfectly mimicking a cat. Despite being very dramatic, Till's cuddly tendencies ended up overruling his exhausted brain, only fueling Ivan's claim further about Till acting like a cat. If he were coherent right now, Till would already be preparing mentally for the earful he was going to get from Ivan soon enough about these mannerisms.

For now, Till just wanted to sleep.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan had half a mind to try and weasel his way out of Till's grip to cook for him anyway, but he knows that'd be too cruel. He loves it when Till is cuddly and could go on for hours about his adorable sleeping face when he got like this.

Learning about Till's tendency to be over dramatic at times was not something Ivan expected from his senior, but he absolutely adores it now. He can't lie that he likes the idea of being the only one to see this side of Till.

He chuckles to himself, pressing kisses into the crown of Till's head as he pulls his phone out. He opens a delivery app and orders something hearty for Till. It says a 45 minute wait time and Ivan huffs, dropping his phone on the bedside table and wrapping both arms back around his beloved. He would totally watch Till sleep the entire time, but he didn't want to disturb him. He didn't want to disturb the little kitty.

Till would kill me on sight without hesitation if I were to ever call him an adorable little kitty out loud. It'd be worth it, but...

He did end up dozing off, despite not wanting to. He's jolted awake every time he hears a loud sniffle or a cough from Till. Eventually, he checks his phone and realizes that the food was almost there. He knows he has to get up to go and get it, but he really doesn't want to leave Till alone.

He sighs to himself and works his way out of Till's (surprisingly strong) grip and he hears him whine. When he looks back in worry, he realizes Till is still asleep, but he looks pained. Ivan coos and gives Till a pillow to hold onto while he retrieves the food.

He quickly portions it out and brings it back to the room, setting it down on the desk and letting the nice smell permeate the room. He sits on the edge of the bed an hovers over Till, reaching an arm out to cradle his face.

"Heyyy... Tillyy~! Food's here!"

[till-the-end-official]

Till ended up falling into a very deep sleep which always happens whenever he sleeps in Ivan's arms. Something about sleeping in the junior's arms always made him fall into a deep slumber every single time without fail. Till both hated him and appreciated it at the same time.

However, despite being able to sleep happily in Ivan's arms, the god awful nickname that Ivan used to wake Till up immediately put him into a pissy mood. He was not about to deal with Ivan's nicknames and teasing first thing after he woke up.

Without hesitation, Till smacked Ivan's hand away and pulled the covers fully over him to hide himself from him. It wasn't exactly a smack, it was more of a swat that resembled a cat swatting at a fly.

"I'm going to fucking spit in your coffee."

Till muttered angrily, shoving his face further into the pillows. He sniffed quietly, the blankets and pillows muffling the sound quite a bit. Since he was still waking up, he began to mutter and curse under his breath.

'Stupid Ivan and his stupid fucking nicknames first goddamn thing after I wake up. I'm going to take my spare key back, I swear to fucking god. This man is insufferable, I hate him, I hate everything about him and his stupidly perfect face and cute puppy like energy I fucking hate it all-'

As these thoughts raced through Till's head, the occasional mutter that echoed his thoughts slipped through his lips. It was just enough so you could get the gist about what he was thinking. Little did Till know, he was just further proving the point of him acting like a cat, especially when tired.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan chuckled to himself, catching a little bit of the ramblings Till is muttering.

He runs his hand up Till's side from over the covers slowly, teasing him. It works because he hears a choked high-pitched sound that his senior would deny to high hell. He moved his hand further and sneaks it around Till's waist before pulling him into his chest.

Ivan lays down as he does this so that he's spooning Till who's still cocooned under the covers. He nuzzles into the little junction where Till's head his hidden and Ivan giggles as he can hear the angry mutterings of his favorite hissy cat.

He can't help the giddy feeling rising in him as he squeezes Till tigher.

"So sweet. Mmm I love how sweet you are..."

He hears Till's jabs get louder and he starts to wriggle in Ivan's grip. He starts laughing as his senior tries to fight back, but fails miserably.

"You can hate me all you want, but the soup is spicy how you like it and it'll clear your sinuses so you can breathe again. Get up and come eat, my love."

[till-the-end-official]

"I'm going to spit in your fuckin' soup if you don't stop this."

Till muttered angrily, squirming in the blanket to try and get out of Ivan's grip as best as he could, however, that man's grip on him was stronger than steel itself. Due to the blankets, Till just ended up looking like a fish flopping out of water.

While Till was as stubborn as a mule, Till's body was far too exhausted to keep up this pathetic flailing for much longer. Eventually, Till gave in and sighed heavily as his body went limp in defeat.

"I wanna go back to sleep... my body feels like it's turning into a zombie..."

Till's whines and complaints sounded weak and exhausted, his usual firmness and stern tone nowhere to be found. On one hand, he was pissed at Ivan for waking him up instead of putting the soup in a thermos to keep warm, but on the other hand, he knew that eating the soup now will help speed up the recovery process. He really missed streaming and wanted to get back into the swing of (after Till's disaster of a subathon, Ivan banned him from streaming more than once a week with a time limit of 4 hours. Sometimes it would go up to 6 hours, but that's only when Till eats food and drinks water on camera at least twice).

The back and forth went on for a bit in his brain before he decided to say fuck it and threw the covers off of him, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. His hair was messy, the bags under his eyes were thankfully much lighter now, and overall his energy and appearance gave off the vibe of a tired cat who just woke up.

"Fine, I'm up. I'm not about to deal with your puppy dog ass whimpering and whining for me when I'm just waking up in bed for ten minutes straight."

Till sat up and rubbed his eyes again, trying to adjust to the light that was shining in his room. He was bleary eyed, his vision unfocused as the first thing that came into view was the familiar figure of his puppy co-star.

"Fuck, I swear I can see a tail wagging behind you if I squint hard enough. Christ almighty..."

[stolensorrow]

"You know I'd like that."

He watches Till throw the covers off and sit up in all of his disheveled glory. Ivan thinks it's incredibly attractive.

He wants to make a few less than innocent remarks about Ivan being puppy-like, but he refrains for the sole purpose of... well... not wanting to make Till's condition worse through... those means.

He sits up with Till and gets up to retrieve the bowls which have had some time too cool. He's glad because it means it's the perfect temperature and Till won't burn his tongue.

Ivan hands Till his soup and sits with him while he eats, resting his head on Till's shoulder. He knows his senior would kick him off the bed if he asked to feed him, so Ivan kept his mouth shut. All he wanted at the moment was to bask in his presence and enjoy the peace and quiet with his beloved.

Unable to help himself while reminiscing in the love-filled moment, he speaks his mind.

"You've become everything to me, you know that? It's why I was so scared. Don't do that again... please..."

He wraps an arm around Till's waist, careful not to bump the bowl or block his movement, and presses a kiss above his collarbone.

[till-the-end-official]

"Can you not be a fucking freak for ten seconds?! It makes it impossible to threaten and insult you."

Till huffed out, rolling his eyes as Ivan walked back in with the bowls. He took the bowl with a gentle 'thank you' as he began to eat. However, Till sure as hell wasn't expecting Ivan to get all... sappy on him.

He cleared his throat nervously, realizing that Ivan was genuinely scared when he received his very dramatic message. Guilt shot through him in quicker than a blink, causing him to look down at his bowl and allowing his fringe of hair to fall in front of his face.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I've just been used to saying that I'm dying whenever I'm sick. It's something I picked up over the years."

Till said, his voice soft and uncertain. He took another bite of his soup, the burning sensation that hit his tongue helping to ground himself into the moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you though... I can't guarantee that I won't say that again when I'm sick, but I promise you that I will try to let you know beforehand."

As Till continued apologizing, he looked down at his bowl and fidgeted with the spoon in his hands. He couldn't look at Ivan, he knew if he did Ivan would grow dog ears and have them folded back like a sad puppy. One of the downsides about having your crush being like a puppy: they sure as hell know how to make people feel guilty with their puppy like mannerisms.

[stolensorrow]

"It's okay, I get it. I understand that old habits die hard. I just um... worry fiercely for... those I care about. Sua-Noona will tell you about it I'm sure..."

He moves to reposition himself behind Till. He's careful not to jostle anything too much, but he pulls Till against his chest as he sits between Ivan's legs. If Till didn't have the covers still over his lower half, Ivan would've folded his legs under Till's and sat crisscross with his beloved in his lap.

He drops his head onto Till's shoulder and sits silently, listening to his senior's idle sounds. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into his neck and press a kiss there to make up for the fact that he can't kiss Till directly, lest he get sick himself. He'd hear an ear full from him if Ivan got sick because of him.

Ivan could honestly fall asleep like this, despite taking a small nap not too long ago. His Till was so comfortable and warm and Ivan wanted to stay like this forev-

Ah. I forgot medication. I need to get him something for his cold.

Ivan groans, detaching himself and falling backwards on the bed.

"Till... I forgot to get you medication. Do you have any cold medicine in your cabinet or do I need to go and grab some?"

[till-the-end-official]

"I don't need medicine, I think I just need rest."

Till said as he put his empty bowl on the nightstand and looked back at Ivan. He smiled gently before laying down beside him and resting his head on his chest. He felt safe and comfortable... something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"I just want to cuddle with you. You look exhausted, and I know you had a photoshoot today, so instead of overworking yourself, just lay down with me, okay?"

Despite what he said, Till's tone showed that there was absolutely zero room for Ivan to argue with him. He knew that Ivan would take care of him even if he was missing a leg and bleeding to death, so Till wanted to make sure Ivan got the rest he actually needed.

While his tone was slightly harsher than usual, it was laced with very obvious care and concern for his junior. Till was in no way, shape, or form mad at Ivan, and the very prominent concern and care that was in his tone showed that clearly. When it came to showing concern and care for others, Ivan was always the gentle one, and Till was the aggressive one. Despite being aggressive, it was also charming and sweet to see Till try his best at showing care towards others despite knowing he's not the best at it.

Maybe that's why Till has been being more dramatic and pouty than usual. The fact that Ivan accepted and cherished everything about Till, from his flaws to his perfections, made him feel comfortable to try and express those emotions more often. He knew that Ivan would never judge him or get mad at Till for being a little aggressive when trying to show his feelings, and that was what Till needed his entire life that he didn't even realize. Just someone who would love everything about him and stay by his side even when his emotions get intense.

Till just needed Ivan. Everything in life had started to become better ever since Ivan came into his life, and Till was slowly but surely coming to terms that Ivan was a core component of why his life had felt so much happier lately.

Like most things, Ivan just somehow made everything better.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan sighed knowing that if he tried to get up now, Till would put his full weight on him and become a deadweight that will latch himself to Ivan's leg while Ivan drags him across the floor.

And while yes, Ivan is relatively tired, he wishes he could take care of his senior more. He sticks his tongue out and bites it on purpose before huffing and wrapping his arms around Till again.

Ivan would never push Till. Sure, it may be considered spoiling his senior, but he can't help it. He knows Till has been mistreated because of the way his brain works, and knows that growing up wasn't easy for him. Ivan knows from a personal perspective. He wants Till to be happy and healthy. Ivan wants to be the one to help him get there.

Ivan wants a lot of things. Ivan wants Till.

"Okay... You're lucky you're cute and I'd do literally anything for you. I mean what haha..."

Ivan absolutely meant to say that, but he wanted to be a tease about it. He loves doting on Till just as much as he loves teasing and working him up.

He flips over to turn off the lamp before turning back around and bringing Till closer to him. He tangles a hand in his hair and an arm around his waist. He wouldn't have this any other way.

He always knew something was missing. He always felt that weird empty hollowness every time people would flirt with him or try and get with him. He's been on dates, but always ended it after the first. He's had many friends and his sister has always been a comforting presence. The closest anyone has come to filling that void was Luka.

Ivan now knows that the missing piece was Till. He realized it when they went on their date a few weeks ago, and said as much to the man himself. It was cliche, but it was true. Ivan doesn't want to lose Till, he fits too perfectly in his arms. They compliment each other's personalities and communicate without words. It didn't take long to get to this point after that first date, which only solidified Ivan's feelings on the matter.

He chuckles to himself, mumbling into Till's hair.

"Be mine, Till..."

[till-the-end-official]

Till was still half asleep, but he heard what Ivan said loud and clear. His body stiffened, followed by a sharp inhale. That was one of the things Till was petrified of. Commitment.

To Till, committing himself to another person was one of his biggest fears. He had been hurt so many times in the past whenever he trusted someone that deeply, always having his efforts thrown back into his face. This had happened so many times that Till ended up vowing to never put himself in that situation again, he was never going to get hurt again like that, even if he ended up alone.

Till was still getting used to how much better his life was with Ivan in it, but was he truly ready to commit like that? It probably wasn't the best idea to make a decision like that while half asleep and sick.

"Mmngh... go to sleep..."

Till mumbled, playing the stiffening of his body off as a cough. He sniffed as he combed a hand through his hair, having a little trouble breathing, but it was okay. He snuggled into Ivan's chest, exhaling softly as he tried to shake off all the nerves that had infiltrated his mind.

"Just... don't leave me..."

[stolensorrow]

Ivan felt Till's body stiffen and he knew that it wasn't because of his sickness, even if Till tried to play it off. His mind ran through many different reasons why he wouldn't want that, but Ivan managed to shut it down before he overthought it too much. He settled on it being too fast. It's logical, considering it's only been a few weeks.

Ivan curses his fierce emotions. Why can't he take it easy like everyone else? He wishes he could love normally. Maybe if he wasn't so overbearing, maybe if he wasn't some overeager dog wanting attention, maybe if he wasn't-

Stop. Stop stop stop. I can't be letting myself spiral like that.

Ivan huffs, nuzzling into Till again.

My brain just can't shut up for two seconds, apparently. Damnit... moving on.

He was never going to push his senior, of course. He'd wait to the end of the world if it meant Till would be there. Ivan's not going anywhere. Who would be the one to tease and annoy Till if Ivan wasn't there? That was his job, after all.

He could feel himself getting drowsy again and slowly succumbed to sleep, tightening his hold on Till ever so slightly.

"M' not going anywhere, love... Don't worry."

[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.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan was wide-eyed looking at Till. He was jostled out of his near-asleep state and told to listen, and he did.

"R-Right. I know that logically. I still think I might've just- been... going too fast. It's okay, really."

Ivan guided Till to lay back down facing him. He heard Till sniffle some more and smiled. He should say something about how he shouldn't have shot up so fast because it could've given him a headache, but Ivan thinks Till knows that with the pinched look on his face.

"I promise I'm stronger than you think. I appreciate you worrying about me, but I'll be fine. We both just need to take our time, yeah?"

Ivan moves strands of hair out of Till's eyes and plants a kiss on his forehead, giggling to himself. He cradles his senior's face in the palms of his hands and smiles fondly, admiring his pretty face. Unable to help himself, he places another kiss on the tip of his nose, earning him a little scrunch of his face.

"You're cute, but you still need rest. Come on, Till. I'm okay, we're okay. Let's get some sleep."

[stolensorrow]

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]

"I'm dying. I see the light at the end of the tunnel."

Till groaned, looking up at Ivan. He sneezed (which sounded like a small kitten, but you would lose your future children if you said that) before resting his head on Ivan's shoulder.

It took a solid ten seconds before he realized that Ivan was crying into him, causing him to weakly wrap his arms around him. He turned his head away as he coughed hoarsely, his body feeling like shit.

"Why are you crying?"

Till asked softly, sniffing quietly as he looked up at the former idol through half-lidded eyes. His entire body was hot to the touch and sweaty, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He probably had only a common cold or fever, but Till didn't get sick often, so it wasn't usual to see him in this state.

[stolensorrow]

"Doooonnnn't say things like thaaat...."

Ivan whined, burying his face into Till's shoulder, sniffling a bit. After seeing his senior sneeze like a kitten (hehe he's so cite-) and feeling his feverish body temperature, Ivan realizes that Till is just sick and is being awfully dramatic.

All the tension drains from his body as he slumps onto Till, who groans again.

"You scared the shit out of me, Till. I thought you we're actually dying. I thought you were fucking dead when I walked into the room and saw you lying motionless on the floor."

The use of multiple expletives from the usually PG man was a sign that he really was scared half to his own death and honestly a little bit upset at Till.

He continues to hold onto Till, not worried about getting whatever sickness he has. He tightens his grip, not willing to let him go after such a bad scare.

Now, he's mostly just glad Till is okay and is, in fact, not actually dying.

[till-the-end-official]

"I feel fuckin' horrible. I might as well be dying."

Till opens his eyes a little more, seeing how genuinely upset Ivan was for scaring him. He sighed a little before tightening his grip as much as he could, which wasn't a lot, and snuggled close into Ivan.

The swears from Ivan didn't fully register in Till's brain right now, but it for sure would later. He also wasn't prepared for the earful he was going to get from his junior once he's recovered.

"I'm sorry for scaring you... when I get better I promise I'll give you an hour's worth of kisses."

He mumbled softly into Ivan's neck, sniffing once again as he felt it increasingly get harder to breathe through his nose. This was the worst feeling ever, but being in Ivan's arms made him feel a tiny bit better.

His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned softly, his entire body feeling heavier by the second. He leaned against Ivan even more, his head pounding like a jackhammer in his skull.

While it was flu season right now, Till hadn't gotten sick since middle school. Since he became an actor, he made sure to take care of himself just enough so he didn't get sick, meaning he hasn't caught a flu or cold for a while, but he sure as hell hated it.

[stolensorrow]

"You better."

Ivan pouts to himself. He's sure Till can hear it in his voice.

Once he hears Till start sniffling and groaning, he sighs. He's regained most of his composure, but he's still a bit shaken.

He lifts Till up and sets him back in bed on his back. His senior is attempting to put up a fight, but is failing miserably. Ivan thinks it's cute, but he knows Till actually does feel like shit and so Ivan brushes Till's hair out of the way and leaves a little kiss on his forehead.

"I'm taking care of you for the next few days. I don't care how much of a fight you put up. I'm not letting you stay entirely miserable while you're sick."

Ivan sighs to himself, he stands back up and makes his way to the bathroom to soak a rag in hot water. He places it on Till's forehead, who was pouting.

"That face is cute, but don't be pouting at me. I'll make galbitang for you and check on you periodically. Please don't fall on the floor again..."

Ivan huffs fondly. He wants to kiss Till, but he knows that's a bad idea. He leaves a kiss on Till's knuckles instead before standing up and getting ready to cook.

[till-the-end-official]

Till impulsively grabbed Ivan's hand, groaning to himself as he draped his arm over his eyes. The light felt too bright, and Till hated it more than anything.

"Just order something, I don't want to be alone."

Till mumbled, obviously not wanting to admit it. It was hard to tell if Till's red cheeks were from embarrassment or his fever (it was a little bit of both). Ivan had always made one off comments about being able to be a good housewife, but based on how Ivan would break into his apartment and clean up and would only leave once Till ate some of the food he cooked, he knew Ivan was serious about taking care of him.

"The last thing I need is to feel like a fuckin' child forced to stay at home and be taken care of by his mother. Also you had a photoshoot today, take it easy and just order food."

This was the senior's long and convoluted way of saying "I don't want to be left alone so get your ass in my bed and cuddle with me" without making him look like some lovesick fool. Despite being very sick, Till is still stubborn as ever. If he wasn't stubborn, Till was most likely actually dying.

[stolensorrow]

Familiar with Till's stubbornness, Ivan sighs. He really wants to say no because of his near-death scare, but he can hear it in Till's voice that he just doesn't want to be left alone while miserable.

"Only for today. I'll order something hearty for you and tomorrow I'll cook. Even if I have to drag a futon in the kitchen for you."

He knows Till would never agree to that, but it was more of a tease anyway. He turns back and finally shrugs his coat off before remembering he left Till's coffee in the car. He knows you probably shouldn't be drinking an americano while you're sick, so he just leaves it. He'll throw it out when he gets the chance.

He takes his shoes off and quickly runs out to put them by the door before returning. He elects to take of his belt too, because no way is he sleeping in that uncomfortable shit. Once comfortable enough, he hops on the bed and crawls over Till, inserting himself into his side.

He rests his head on Till's chest because it's the safest way to cuddle him without risking getting sick. Ivan wouldn't care either way, especially if it was Till he was getting sick from, but he knows Till would give him hell because of his modeling career.

He huffs fondly at the idea.

"Just rest for now, love. There'll be food when you wake up."

[till-the-end-official]

Till watched as Ivan scurried around to put his shoes by the door, followed by shrugging his coat onto the floor and taking off his belt. Usually, he would make some sort of joke about Ivan taking his belt off, but he sneezed before he could do anything.

Watching as Ivan bounded over into his bed, Till couldn't help but smile a bit. He knew his junior was like a puppy at times, but every time he was reminded of it, he forgot just how adorable it was. He wrapped his arms around Ivan, pulling him close as he melted into the warmth that his body was radiating.

"I don't want to be sick, recovering is fucking brutal."

Till grumbled, basically spouting nonsense. He continued to ramble barely coherently as he snuggled closer into Ivan. The occasional curse was able to be heard among the muttered nonsense about "seeing the light" and "accepting his fate". For being such a respected senior and serious actor, Till sure was dramatic as all hell when he was sick.

It wasn't long before Till's ramblings eventually trailed off, soft snores replacing his jumbled mutters. He nuzzled into Ivan as much as he could, almost perfectly mimicking a cat. Despite being very dramatic, Till's cuddly tendencies ended up overruling his exhausted brain, only fueling Ivan's claim further about Till acting like a cat. If he were coherent right now, Till would already be preparing mentally for the earful he was going to get from Ivan soon enough about these mannerisms.

For now, Till just wanted to sleep.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan had half a mind to try and weasel his way out of Till's grip to cook for him anyway, but he knows that'd be too cruel. He loves it when Till is cuddly and could go on for hours about his adorable sleeping face when he got like this.

Learning about Till's tendency to be over dramatic at times was not something Ivan expected from his senior, but he absolutely adores it now. He can't lie that he likes the idea of being the only one to see this side of Till.

He chuckles to himself, pressing kisses into the crown of Till's head as he pulls his phone out. He opens a delivery app and orders something hearty for Till. It says a 45 minute wait time and Ivan huffs, dropping his phone on the bedside table and wrapping both arms back around his beloved. He would totally watch Till sleep the entire time, but he didn't want to disturb him. He didn't want to disturb the little kitty.

Till would kill me on sight without hesitation if I were to ever call him an adorable little kitty out loud. It'd be worth it, but...

He did end up dozing off, despite not wanting to. He's jolted awake every time he hears a loud sniffle or a cough from Till. Eventually, he checks his phone and realizes that the food was almost there. He knows he has to get up to go and get it, but he really doesn't want to leave Till alone.

He sighs to himself and works his way out of Till's (surprisingly strong) grip and he hears him whine. When he looks back in worry, he realizes Till is still asleep, but he looks pained. Ivan coos and gives Till a pillow to hold onto while he retrieves the food.

He quickly portions it out and brings it back to the room, setting it down on the desk and letting the nice smell permeate the room. He sits on the edge of the bed an hovers over Till, reaching an arm out to cradle his face.

"Heyyy... Tillyy~! Food's here!"

[till-the-end-official]

Till ended up falling into a very deep sleep which always happens whenever he sleeps in Ivan's arms. Something about sleeping in the junior's arms always made him fall into a deep slumber every single time without fail. Till both hated him and appreciated it at the same time.

However, despite being able to sleep happily in Ivan's arms, the god awful nickname that Ivan used to wake Till up immediately put him into a pissy mood. He was not about to deal with Ivan's nicknames and teasing first thing after he woke up.

Without hesitation, Till smacked Ivan's hand away and pulled the covers fully over him to hide himself from him. It wasn't exactly a smack, it was more of a swat that resembled a cat swatting at a fly.

"I'm going to fucking spit in your coffee."

Till muttered angrily, shoving his face further into the pillows. He sniffed quietly, the blankets and pillows muffling the sound quite a bit. Since he was still waking up, he began to mutter and curse under his breath.

'Stupid Ivan and his stupid fucking nicknames first goddamn thing after I wake up. I'm going to take my spare key back, I swear to fucking god. This man is insufferable, I hate him, I hate everything about him and his stupidly perfect face and cute puppy like energy I fucking hate it all-'

As these thoughts raced through Till's head, the occasional mutter that echoed his thoughts slipped through his lips. It was just enough so you could get the gist about what he was thinking. Little did Till know, he was just further proving the point of him acting like a cat, especially when tired.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan chuckled to himself, catching a little bit of the ramblings Till is muttering.

He runs his hand up Till's side from over the covers slowly, teasing him. It works because he hears a choked high-pitched sound that his senior would deny to high hell. He moved his hand further and sneaks it around Till's waist before pulling him into his chest.

Ivan lays down as he does this so that he's spooning Till who's still cocooned under the covers. He nuzzles into the little junction where Till's head his hidden and Ivan giggles as he can hear the angry mutterings of his favorite hissy cat.

He can't help the giddy feeling rising in him as he squeezes Till tigher.

"So sweet. Mmm I love how sweet you are..."

He hears Till's jabs get louder and he starts to wriggle in Ivan's grip. He starts laughing as his senior tries to fight back, but fails miserably.

"You can hate me all you want, but the soup is spicy how you like it and it'll clear your sinuses so you can breathe again. Get up and come eat, my love."

[till-the-end-official]

"I'm going to spit in your fuckin' soup if you don't stop this."

Till muttered angrily, squirming in the blanket to try and get out of Ivan's grip as best as he could, however, that man's grip on him was stronger than steel itself. Due to the blankets, Till just ended up looking like a fish flopping out of water.

While Till was as stubborn as a mule, Till's body was far too exhausted to keep up this pathetic flailing for much longer. Eventually, Till gave in and sighed heavily as his body went limp in defeat.

"I wanna go back to sleep... my body feels like it's turning into a zombie..."

Till's whines and complaints sounded weak and exhausted, his usual firmness and stern tone nowhere to be found. On one hand, he was pissed at Ivan for waking him up instead of putting the soup in a thermos to keep warm, but on the other hand, he knew that eating the soup now will help speed up the recovery process. He really missed streaming and wanted to get back into the swing of (after Till's disaster of a subathon, Ivan banned him from streaming more than once a week with a time limit of 4 hours. Sometimes it would go up to 6 hours, but that's only when Till eats food and drinks water on camera at least twice).

The back and forth went on for a bit in his brain before he decided to say fuck it and threw the covers off of him, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. His hair was messy, the bags under his eyes were thankfully much lighter now, and overall his energy and appearance gave off the vibe of a tired cat who just woke up.

"Fine, I'm up. I'm not about to deal with your puppy dog ass whimpering and whining for me when I'm just waking up in bed for ten minutes straight."

Till sat up and rubbed his eyes again, trying to adjust to the light that was shining in his room. He was bleary eyed, his vision unfocused as the first thing that came into view was the familiar figure of his puppy co-star.

"Fuck, I swear I can see a tail wagging behind you if I squint hard enough. Christ almighty..."

[stolensorrow]

"You know I'd like that."

He watches Till throw the covers off and sit up in all of his disheveled glory. Ivan thinks it's incredibly attractive.

He wants to make a few less than innocent remarks about Ivan being puppy-like, but he refrains for the sole purpose of... well... not wanting to make Till's condition worse through... those means.

He sits up with Till and gets up to retrieve the bowls which have had some time too cool. He's glad because it means it's the perfect temperature and Till won't burn his tongue.

Ivan hands Till his soup and sits with him while he eats, resting his head on Till's shoulder. He knows his senior would kick him off the bed if he asked to feed him, so Ivan kept his mouth shut. All he wanted at the moment was to bask in his presence and enjoy the peace and quiet with his beloved.

Unable to help himself while reminiscing in the love-filled moment, he speaks his mind.

"You've become everything to me, you know that? It's why I was so scared. Don't do that again... please..."

He wraps an arm around Till's waist, careful not to bump the bowl or block his movement, and presses a kiss above his collarbone.

[till-the-end-official]

"Can you not be a fucking freak for ten seconds?! It makes it impossible to threaten and insult you."

Till huffed out, rolling his eyes as Ivan walked back in with the bowls. He took the bowl with a gentle 'thank you' as he began to eat. However, Till sure as hell wasn't expecting Ivan to get all... sappy on him.

He cleared his throat nervously, realizing that Ivan was genuinely scared when he received his very dramatic message. Guilt shot through him in quicker than a blink, causing him to look down at his bowl and allowing his fringe of hair to fall in front of his face.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I've just been used to saying that I'm dying whenever I'm sick. It's something I picked up over the years."

Till said, his voice soft and uncertain. He took another bite of his soup, the burning sensation that hit his tongue helping to ground himself into the moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you though... I can't guarantee that I won't say that again when I'm sick, but I promise you that I will try to let you know beforehand."

As Till continued apologizing, he looked down at his bowl and fidgeted with the spoon in his hands. He couldn't look at Ivan, he knew if he did Ivan would grow dog ears and have them folded back like a sad puppy. One of the downsides about having your crush being like a puppy: they sure as hell know how to make people feel guilty with their puppy like mannerisms.

[stolensorrow]

"It's okay, I get it. I understand that old habits die hard. I just um... worry fiercely for... those I care about. Sua-Noona will tell you about it I'm sure..."

He moves to reposition himself behind Till. He's careful not to jostle anything too much, but he pulls Till against his chest as he sits between Ivan's legs. If Till didn't have the covers still over his lower half, Ivan would've folded his legs under Till's and sat crisscross with his beloved in his lap.

He drops his head onto Till's shoulder and sits silently, listening to his senior's idle sounds. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into his neck and press a kiss there to make up for the fact that he can't kiss Till directly, lest he get sick himself. He'd hear an ear full from him if Ivan got sick because of him.

Ivan could honestly fall asleep like this, despite taking a small nap not too long ago. His Till was so comfortable and warm and Ivan wanted to stay like this forev-

Ah. I forgot medication. I need to get him something for his cold.

Ivan groans, detaching himself and falling backwards on the bed.

"Till... I forgot to get you medication. Do you have any cold medicine in your cabinet or do I need to go and grab some?"

[till-the-end-official]

"I don't need medicine, I think I just need rest."

Till said as he put his empty bowl on the nightstand and looked back at Ivan. He smiled gently before laying down beside him and resting his head on his chest. He felt safe and comfortable... something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"I just want to cuddle with you. You look exhausted, and I know you had a photoshoot today, so instead of overworking yourself, just lay down with me, okay?"

Despite what he said, Till's tone showed that there was absolutely zero room for Ivan to argue with him. He knew that Ivan would take care of him even if he was missing a leg and bleeding to death, so Till wanted to make sure Ivan got the rest he actually needed.

While his tone was slightly harsher than usual, it was laced with very obvious care and concern for his junior. Till was in no way, shape, or form mad at Ivan, and the very prominent concern and care that was in his tone showed that clearly. When it came to showing concern and care for others, Ivan was always the gentle one, and Till was the aggressive one. Despite being aggressive, it was also charming and sweet to see Till try his best at showing care towards others despite knowing he's not the best at it.

Maybe that's why Till has been being more dramatic and pouty than usual. The fact that Ivan accepted and cherished everything about Till, from his flaws to his perfections, made him feel comfortable to try and express those emotions more often. He knew that Ivan would never judge him or get mad at Till for being a little aggressive when trying to show his feelings, and that was what Till needed his entire life that he didn't even realize. Just someone who would love everything about him and stay by his side even when his emotions get intense.

Till just needed Ivan. Everything in life had started to become better ever since Ivan came into his life, and Till was slowly but surely coming to terms that Ivan was a core component of why his life had felt so much happier lately.

Like most things, Ivan just somehow made everything better.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan sighed knowing that if he tried to get up now, Till would put his full weight on him and become a deadweight that will latch himself to Ivan's leg while Ivan drags him across the floor.

And while yes, Ivan is relatively tired, he wishes he could take care of his senior more. He sticks his tongue out and bites it on purpose before huffing and wrapping his arms around Till again.

Ivan would never push Till. Sure, it may be considered spoiling his senior, but he can't help it. He knows Till has been mistreated because of the way his brain works, and knows that growing up wasn't easy for him. Ivan knows from a personal perspective. He wants Till to be happy and healthy. Ivan wants to be the one to help him get there.

Ivan wants a lot of things. Ivan wants Till.

"Okay... You're lucky you're cute and I'd do literally anything for you. I mean what haha..."

Ivan absolutely meant to say that, but he wanted to be a tease about it. He loves doting on Till just as much as he loves teasing and working him up.

He flips over to turn off the lamp before turning back around and bringing Till closer to him. He tangles a hand in his hair and an arm around his waist. He wouldn't have this any other way.

He always knew something was missing. He always felt that weird empty hollowness every time people would flirt with him or try and get with him. He's been on dates, but always ended it after the first. He's had many friends and his sister has always been a comforting presence. The closest anyone has come to filling that void was Luka.

Ivan now knows that the missing piece was Till. He realized it when they went on their date a few weeks ago, and said as much to the man himself. It was cliche, but it was true. Ivan doesn't want to lose Till, he fits too perfectly in his arms. They compliment each other's personalities and communicate without words. It didn't take long to get to this point after that first date, which only solidified Ivan's feelings on the matter.

He chuckles to himself, mumbling into Till's hair.

"Be mine, Till..."

[till-the-end-official]

Till was still half asleep, but he heard what Ivan said loud and clear. His body stiffened, followed by a sharp inhale. That was one of the things Till was petrified of. Commitment.

To Till, committing himself to another person was one of his biggest fears. He had been hurt so many times in the past whenever he trusted someone that deeply, always having his efforts thrown back into his face. This had happened so many times that Till ended up vowing to never put himself in that situation again, he was never going to get hurt again like that, even if he ended up alone.

Till was still getting used to how much better his life was with Ivan in it, but was he truly ready to commit like that? It probably wasn't the best idea to make a decision like that while half asleep and sick.

"Mmngh... go to sleep..."

Till mumbled, playing the stiffening of his body off as a cough. He sniffed as he combed a hand through his hair, having a little trouble breathing, but it was okay. He snuggled into Ivan's chest, exhaling softly as he tried to shake off all the nerves that had infiltrated his mind.

"Just... don't leave me..."

[stolensorrow]

Ivan felt Till's body stiffen and he knew that it wasn't because of his sickness, even if Till tried to play it off. His mind ran through many different reasons why he wouldn't want that, but Ivan managed to shut it down before he overthought it too much. He settled on it being too fast. It's logical, considering it's only been a few weeks.

Ivan curses his fierce emotions. Why can't he take it easy like everyone else? He wishes he could love normally. Maybe if he wasn't so overbearing, maybe if he wasn't some overeager dog wanting attention, maybe if he wasn't-

Stop. Stop stop stop. I can't be letting myself spiral like that.

Ivan huffs, nuzzling into Till again.

My brain just can't shut up for two seconds, apparently. Damnit... moving on.

He was never going to push his senior, of course. He'd wait to the end of the world if it meant Till would be there. Ivan's not going anywhere. Who would be the one to tease and annoy Till if Ivan wasn't there? That was his job, after all.

He could feel himself getting drowsy again and slowly succumbed to sleep, tightening his hold on Till ever so slightly.

"M' not going anywhere, love... Don't worry."

[stolensorrow]

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]

"I'm dying. I see the light at the end of the tunnel."

Till groaned, looking up at Ivan. He sneezed (which sounded like a small kitten, but you would lose your future children if you said that) before resting his head on Ivan's shoulder.

It took a solid ten seconds before he realized that Ivan was crying into him, causing him to weakly wrap his arms around him. He turned his head away as he coughed hoarsely, his body feeling like shit.

"Why are you crying?"

Till asked softly, sniffing quietly as he looked up at the former idol through half-lidded eyes. His entire body was hot to the touch and sweaty, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He probably had only a common cold or fever, but Till didn't get sick often, so it wasn't usual to see him in this state.

[stolensorrow]

"Doooonnnn't say things like thaaat...."

Ivan whined, burying his face into Till's shoulder, sniffling a bit. After seeing his senior sneeze like a kitten (hehe he's so cite-) and feeling his feverish body temperature, Ivan realizes that Till is just sick and is being awfully dramatic.

All the tension drains from his body as he slumps onto Till, who groans again.

"You scared the shit out of me, Till. I thought you we're actually dying. I thought you were fucking dead when I walked into the room and saw you lying motionless on the floor."

The use of multiple expletives from the usually PG man was a sign that he really was scared half to his own death and honestly a little bit upset at Till.

He continues to hold onto Till, not worried about getting whatever sickness he has. He tightens his grip, not willing to let him go after such a bad scare.

Now, he's mostly just glad Till is okay and is, in fact, not actually dying.

[till-the-end-official]

"I feel fuckin' horrible. I might as well be dying."

Till opens his eyes a little more, seeing how genuinely upset Ivan was for scaring him. He sighed a little before tightening his grip as much as he could, which wasn't a lot, and snuggled close into Ivan.

The swears from Ivan didn't fully register in Till's brain right now, but it for sure would later. He also wasn't prepared for the earful he was going to get from his junior once he's recovered.

"I'm sorry for scaring you... when I get better I promise I'll give you an hour's worth of kisses."

He mumbled softly into Ivan's neck, sniffing once again as he felt it increasingly get harder to breathe through his nose. This was the worst feeling ever, but being in Ivan's arms made him feel a tiny bit better.

His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned softly, his entire body feeling heavier by the second. He leaned against Ivan even more, his head pounding like a jackhammer in his skull.

While it was flu season right now, Till hadn't gotten sick since middle school. Since he became an actor, he made sure to take care of himself just enough so he didn't get sick, meaning he hasn't caught a flu or cold for a while, but he sure as hell hated it.

[stolensorrow]

"You better."

Ivan pouts to himself. He's sure Till can hear it in his voice.

Once he hears Till start sniffling and groaning, he sighs. He's regained most of his composure, but he's still a bit shaken.

He lifts Till up and sets him back in bed on his back. His senior is attempting to put up a fight, but is failing miserably. Ivan thinks it's cute, but he knows Till actually does feel like shit and so Ivan brushes Till's hair out of the way and leaves a little kiss on his forehead.

"I'm taking care of you for the next few days. I don't care how much of a fight you put up. I'm not letting you stay entirely miserable while you're sick."

Ivan sighs to himself, he stands back up and makes his way to the bathroom to soak a rag in hot water. He places it on Till's forehead, who was pouting.

"That face is cute, but don't be pouting at me. I'll make galbitang for you and check on you periodically. Please don't fall on the floor again..."

Ivan huffs fondly. He wants to kiss Till, but he knows that's a bad idea. He leaves a kiss on Till's knuckles instead before standing up and getting ready to cook.

[till-the-end-official]

Till impulsively grabbed Ivan's hand, groaning to himself as he draped his arm over his eyes. The light felt too bright, and Till hated it more than anything.

"Just order something, I don't want to be alone."

Till mumbled, obviously not wanting to admit it. It was hard to tell if Till's red cheeks were from embarrassment or his fever (it was a little bit of both). Ivan had always made one off comments about being able to be a good housewife, but based on how Ivan would break into his apartment and clean up and would only leave once Till ate some of the food he cooked, he knew Ivan was serious about taking care of him.

"The last thing I need is to feel like a fuckin' child forced to stay at home and be taken care of by his mother. Also you had a photoshoot today, take it easy and just order food."

This was the senior's long and convoluted way of saying "I don't want to be left alone so get your ass in my bed and cuddle with me" without making him look like some lovesick fool. Despite being very sick, Till is still stubborn as ever. If he wasn't stubborn, Till was most likely actually dying.

[stolensorrow]

Familiar with Till's stubbornness, Ivan sighs. He really wants to say no because of his near-death scare, but he can hear it in Till's voice that he just doesn't want to be left alone while miserable.

"Only for today. I'll order something hearty for you and tomorrow I'll cook. Even if I have to drag a futon in the kitchen for you."

He knows Till would never agree to that, but it was more of a tease anyway. He turns back and finally shrugs his coat off before remembering he left Till's coffee in the car. He knows you probably shouldn't be drinking an americano while you're sick, so he just leaves it. He'll throw it out when he gets the chance.

He takes his shoes off and quickly runs out to put them by the door before returning. He elects to take of his belt too, because no way is he sleeping in that uncomfortable shit. Once comfortable enough, he hops on the bed and crawls over Till, inserting himself into his side.

He rests his head on Till's chest because it's the safest way to cuddle him without risking getting sick. Ivan wouldn't care either way, especially if it was Till he was getting sick from, but he knows Till would give him hell because of his modeling career.

He huffs fondly at the idea.

"Just rest for now, love. There'll be food when you wake up."

[till-the-end-official]

Till watched as Ivan scurried around to put his shoes by the door, followed by shrugging his coat onto the floor and taking off his belt. Usually, he would make some sort of joke about Ivan taking his belt off, but he sneezed before he could do anything.

Watching as Ivan bounded over into his bed, Till couldn't help but smile a bit. He knew his junior was like a puppy at times, but every time he was reminded of it, he forgot just how adorable it was. He wrapped his arms around Ivan, pulling him close as he melted into the warmth that his body was radiating.

"I don't want to be sick, recovering is fucking brutal."

Till grumbled, basically spouting nonsense. He continued to ramble barely coherently as he snuggled closer into Ivan. The occasional curse was able to be heard among the muttered nonsense about "seeing the light" and "accepting his fate". For being such a respected senior and serious actor, Till sure was dramatic as all hell when he was sick.

It wasn't long before Till's ramblings eventually trailed off, soft snores replacing his jumbled mutters. He nuzzled into Ivan as much as he could, almost perfectly mimicking a cat. Despite being very dramatic, Till's cuddly tendencies ended up overruling his exhausted brain, only fueling Ivan's claim further about Till acting like a cat. If he were coherent right now, Till would already be preparing mentally for the earful he was going to get from Ivan soon enough about these mannerisms.

For now, Till just wanted to sleep.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan had half a mind to try and weasel his way out of Till's grip to cook for him anyway, but he knows that'd be too cruel. He loves it when Till is cuddly and could go on for hours about his adorable sleeping face when he got like this.

Learning about Till's tendency to be over dramatic at times was not something Ivan expected from his senior, but he absolutely adores it now. He can't lie that he likes the idea of being the only one to see this side of Till.

He chuckles to himself, pressing kisses into the crown of Till's head as he pulls his phone out. He opens a delivery app and orders something hearty for Till. It says a 45 minute wait time and Ivan huffs, dropping his phone on the bedside table and wrapping both arms back around his beloved. He would totally watch Till sleep the entire time, but he didn't want to disturb him. He didn't want to disturb the little kitty.

Till would kill me on sight without hesitation if I were to ever call him an adorable little kitty out loud. It'd be worth it, but...

He did end up dozing off, despite not wanting to. He's jolted awake every time he hears a loud sniffle or a cough from Till. Eventually, he checks his phone and realizes that the food was almost there. He knows he has to get up to go and get it, but he really doesn't want to leave Till alone.

He sighs to himself and works his way out of Till's (surprisingly strong) grip and he hears him whine. When he looks back in worry, he realizes Till is still asleep, but he looks pained. Ivan coos and gives Till a pillow to hold onto while he retrieves the food.

He quickly portions it out and brings it back to the room, setting it down on the desk and letting the nice smell permeate the room. He sits on the edge of the bed an hovers over Till, reaching an arm out to cradle his face.

"Heyyy... Tillyy~! Food's here!"

[till-the-end-official]

Till ended up falling into a very deep sleep which always happens whenever he sleeps in Ivan's arms. Something about sleeping in the junior's arms always made him fall into a deep slumber every single time without fail. Till both hated him and appreciated it at the same time.

However, despite being able to sleep happily in Ivan's arms, the god awful nickname that Ivan used to wake Till up immediately put him into a pissy mood. He was not about to deal with Ivan's nicknames and teasing first thing after he woke up.

Without hesitation, Till smacked Ivan's hand away and pulled the covers fully over him to hide himself from him. It wasn't exactly a smack, it was more of a swat that resembled a cat swatting at a fly.

"I'm going to fucking spit in your coffee."

Till muttered angrily, shoving his face further into the pillows. He sniffed quietly, the blankets and pillows muffling the sound quite a bit. Since he was still waking up, he began to mutter and curse under his breath.

'Stupid Ivan and his stupid fucking nicknames first goddamn thing after I wake up. I'm going to take my spare key back, I swear to fucking god. This man is insufferable, I hate him, I hate everything about him and his stupidly perfect face and cute puppy like energy I fucking hate it all-'

As these thoughts raced through Till's head, the occasional mutter that echoed his thoughts slipped through his lips. It was just enough so you could get the gist about what he was thinking. Little did Till know, he was just further proving the point of him acting like a cat, especially when tired.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan chuckled to himself, catching a little bit of the ramblings Till is muttering.

He runs his hand up Till's side from over the covers slowly, teasing him. It works because he hears a choked high-pitched sound that his senior would deny to high hell. He moved his hand further and sneaks it around Till's waist before pulling him into his chest.

Ivan lays down as he does this so that he's spooning Till who's still cocooned under the covers. He nuzzles into the little junction where Till's head his hidden and Ivan giggles as he can hear the angry mutterings of his favorite hissy cat.

He can't help the giddy feeling rising in him as he squeezes Till tigher.

"So sweet. Mmm I love how sweet you are..."

He hears Till's jabs get louder and he starts to wriggle in Ivan's grip. He starts laughing as his senior tries to fight back, but fails miserably.

"You can hate me all you want, but the soup is spicy how you like it and it'll clear your sinuses so you can breathe again. Get up and come eat, my love."

[till-the-end-official]

"I'm going to spit in your fuckin' soup if you don't stop this."

Till muttered angrily, squirming in the blanket to try and get out of Ivan's grip as best as he could, however, that man's grip on him was stronger than steel itself. Due to the blankets, Till just ended up looking like a fish flopping out of water.

While Till was as stubborn as a mule, Till's body was far too exhausted to keep up this pathetic flailing for much longer. Eventually, Till gave in and sighed heavily as his body went limp in defeat.

"I wanna go back to sleep... my body feels like it's turning into a zombie..."

Till's whines and complaints sounded weak and exhausted, his usual firmness and stern tone nowhere to be found. On one hand, he was pissed at Ivan for waking him up instead of putting the soup in a thermos to keep warm, but on the other hand, he knew that eating the soup now will help speed up the recovery process. He really missed streaming and wanted to get back into the swing of (after Till's disaster of a subathon, Ivan banned him from streaming more than once a week with a time limit of 4 hours. Sometimes it would go up to 6 hours, but that's only when Till eats food and drinks water on camera at least twice).

The back and forth went on for a bit in his brain before he decided to say fuck it and threw the covers off of him, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. His hair was messy, the bags under his eyes were thankfully much lighter now, and overall his energy and appearance gave off the vibe of a tired cat who just woke up.

"Fine, I'm up. I'm not about to deal with your puppy dog ass whimpering and whining for me when I'm just waking up in bed for ten minutes straight."

Till sat up and rubbed his eyes again, trying to adjust to the light that was shining in his room. He was bleary eyed, his vision unfocused as the first thing that came into view was the familiar figure of his puppy co-star.

"Fuck, I swear I can see a tail wagging behind you if I squint hard enough. Christ almighty..."

[stolensorrow]

"You know I'd like that."

He watches Till throw the covers off and sit up in all of his disheveled glory. Ivan thinks it's incredibly attractive.

He wants to make a few less than innocent remarks about Ivan being puppy-like, but he refrains for the sole purpose of... well... not wanting to make Till's condition worse through... those means.

He sits up with Till and gets up to retrieve the bowls which have had some time too cool. He's glad because it means it's the perfect temperature and Till won't burn his tongue.

Ivan hands Till his soup and sits with him while he eats, resting his head on Till's shoulder. He knows his senior would kick him off the bed if he asked to feed him, so Ivan kept his mouth shut. All he wanted at the moment was to bask in his presence and enjoy the peace and quiet with his beloved.

Unable to help himself while reminiscing in the love-filled moment, he speaks his mind.

"You've become everything to me, you know that? It's why I was so scared. Don't do that again... please..."

He wraps an arm around Till's waist, careful not to bump the bowl or block his movement, and presses a kiss above his collarbone.

[till-the-end-official]

"Can you not be a fucking freak for ten seconds?! It makes it impossible to threaten and insult you."

Till huffed out, rolling his eyes as Ivan walked back in with the bowls. He took the bowl with a gentle 'thank you' as he began to eat. However, Till sure as hell wasn't expecting Ivan to get all... sappy on him.

He cleared his throat nervously, realizing that Ivan was genuinely scared when he received his very dramatic message. Guilt shot through him in quicker than a blink, causing him to look down at his bowl and allowing his fringe of hair to fall in front of his face.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I've just been used to saying that I'm dying whenever I'm sick. It's something I picked up over the years."

Till said, his voice soft and uncertain. He took another bite of his soup, the burning sensation that hit his tongue helping to ground himself into the moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you though... I can't guarantee that I won't say that again when I'm sick, but I promise you that I will try to let you know beforehand."

As Till continued apologizing, he looked down at his bowl and fidgeted with the spoon in his hands. He couldn't look at Ivan, he knew if he did Ivan would grow dog ears and have them folded back like a sad puppy. One of the downsides about having your crush being like a puppy: they sure as hell know how to make people feel guilty with their puppy like mannerisms.

[stolensorrow]

"It's okay, I get it. I understand that old habits die hard. I just um... worry fiercely for... those I care about. Sua-Noona will tell you about it I'm sure..."

He moves to reposition himself behind Till. He's careful not to jostle anything too much, but he pulls Till against his chest as he sits between Ivan's legs. If Till didn't have the covers still over his lower half, Ivan would've folded his legs under Till's and sat crisscross with his beloved in his lap.

He drops his head onto Till's shoulder and sits silently, listening to his senior's idle sounds. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into his neck and press a kiss there to make up for the fact that he can't kiss Till directly, lest he get sick himself. He'd hear an ear full from him if Ivan got sick because of him.

Ivan could honestly fall asleep like this, despite taking a small nap not too long ago. His Till was so comfortable and warm and Ivan wanted to stay like this forev-

Ah. I forgot medication. I need to get him something for his cold.

Ivan groans, detaching himself and falling backwards on the bed.

"Till... I forgot to get you medication. Do you have any cold medicine in your cabinet or do I need to go and grab some?"

[till-the-end-official]

"I don't need medicine, I think I just need rest."

Till said as he put his empty bowl on the nightstand and looked back at Ivan. He smiled gently before laying down beside him and resting his head on his chest. He felt safe and comfortable... something he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"I just want to cuddle with you. You look exhausted, and I know you had a photoshoot today, so instead of overworking yourself, just lay down with me, okay?"

Despite what he said, Till's tone showed that there was absolutely zero room for Ivan to argue with him. He knew that Ivan would take care of him even if he was missing a leg and bleeding to death, so Till wanted to make sure Ivan got the rest he actually needed.

While his tone was slightly harsher than usual, it was laced with very obvious care and concern for his junior. Till was in no way, shape, or form mad at Ivan, and the very prominent concern and care that was in his tone showed that clearly. When it came to showing concern and care for others, Ivan was always the gentle one, and Till was the aggressive one. Despite being aggressive, it was also charming and sweet to see Till try his best at showing care towards others despite knowing he's not the best at it.

Maybe that's why Till has been being more dramatic and pouty than usual. The fact that Ivan accepted and cherished everything about Till, from his flaws to his perfections, made him feel comfortable to try and express those emotions more often. He knew that Ivan would never judge him or get mad at Till for being a little aggressive when trying to show his feelings, and that was what Till needed his entire life that he didn't even realize. Just someone who would love everything about him and stay by his side even when his emotions get intense.

Till just needed Ivan. Everything in life had started to become better ever since Ivan came into his life, and Till was slowly but surely coming to terms that Ivan was a core component of why his life had felt so much happier lately.

Like most things, Ivan just somehow made everything better.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan sighed knowing that if he tried to get up now, Till would put his full weight on him and become a deadweight that will latch himself to Ivan's leg while Ivan drags him across the floor.

And while yes, Ivan is relatively tired, he wishes he could take care of his senior more. He sticks his tongue out and bites it on purpose before huffing and wrapping his arms around Till again.

Ivan would never push Till. Sure, it may be considered spoiling his senior, but he can't help it. He knows Till has been mistreated because of the way his brain works, and knows that growing up wasn't easy for him. Ivan knows from a personal perspective. He wants Till to be happy and healthy. Ivan wants to be the one to help him get there.

Ivan wants a lot of things. Ivan wants Till.

"Okay... You're lucky you're cute and I'd do literally anything for you. I mean what haha..."

Ivan absolutely meant to say that, but he wanted to be a tease about it. He loves doting on Till just as much as he loves teasing and working him up.

He flips over to turn off the lamp before turning back around and bringing Till closer to him. He tangles a hand in his hair and an arm around his waist. He wouldn't have this any other way.

He always knew something was missing. He always felt that weird empty hollowness every time people would flirt with him or try and get with him. He's been on dates, but always ended it after the first. He's had many friends and his sister has always been a comforting presence. The closest anyone has come to filling that void was Luka.

Ivan now knows that the missing piece was Till. He realized it when they went on their date a few weeks ago, and said as much to the man himself. It was cliche, but it was true. Ivan doesn't want to lose Till, he fits too perfectly in his arms. They compliment each other's personalities and communicate without words. It didn't take long to get to this point after that first date, which only solidified Ivan's feelings on the matter.

He chuckles to himself, mumbling into Till's hair.

"Be mine, Till..."

[stolensorrow]

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]

"I'm dying. I see the light at the end of the tunnel."

Till groaned, looking up at Ivan. He sneezed (which sounded like a small kitten, but you would lose your future children if you said that) before resting his head on Ivan's shoulder.

It took a solid ten seconds before he realized that Ivan was crying into him, causing him to weakly wrap his arms around him. He turned his head away as he coughed hoarsely, his body feeling like shit.

"Why are you crying?"

Till asked softly, sniffing quietly as he looked up at the former idol through half-lidded eyes. His entire body was hot to the touch and sweaty, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He probably had only a common cold or fever, but Till didn't get sick often, so it wasn't usual to see him in this state.

[stolensorrow]

"Doooonnnn't say things like thaaat...."

Ivan whined, burying his face into Till's shoulder, sniffling a bit. After seeing his senior sneeze like a kitten (hehe he's so cite-) and feeling his feverish body temperature, Ivan realizes that Till is just sick and is being awfully dramatic.

All the tension drains from his body as he slumps onto Till, who groans again.

"You scared the shit out of me, Till. I thought you we're actually dying. I thought you were fucking dead when I walked into the room and saw you lying motionless on the floor."

The use of multiple expletives from the usually PG man was a sign that he really was scared half to his own death and honestly a little bit upset at Till.

He continues to hold onto Till, not worried about getting whatever sickness he has. He tightens his grip, not willing to let him go after such a bad scare.

Now, he's mostly just glad Till is okay and is, in fact, not actually dying.

[till-the-end-official]

"I feel fuckin' horrible. I might as well be dying."

Till opens his eyes a little more, seeing how genuinely upset Ivan was for scaring him. He sighed a little before tightening his grip as much as he could, which wasn't a lot, and snuggled close into Ivan.

The swears from Ivan didn't fully register in Till's brain right now, but it for sure would later. He also wasn't prepared for the earful he was going to get from his junior once he's recovered.

"I'm sorry for scaring you... when I get better I promise I'll give you an hour's worth of kisses."

He mumbled softly into Ivan's neck, sniffing once again as he felt it increasingly get harder to breathe through his nose. This was the worst feeling ever, but being in Ivan's arms made him feel a tiny bit better.

His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned softly, his entire body feeling heavier by the second. He leaned against Ivan even more, his head pounding like a jackhammer in his skull.

While it was flu season right now, Till hadn't gotten sick since middle school. Since he became an actor, he made sure to take care of himself just enough so he didn't get sick, meaning he hasn't caught a flu or cold for a while, but he sure as hell hated it.

[stolensorrow]

"You better."

Ivan pouts to himself. He's sure Till can hear it in his voice.

Once he hears Till start sniffling and groaning, he sighs. He's regained most of his composure, but he's still a bit shaken.

He lifts Till up and sets him back in bed on his back. His senior is attempting to put up a fight, but is failing miserably. Ivan thinks it's cute, but he knows Till actually does feel like shit and so Ivan brushes Till's hair out of the way and leaves a little kiss on his forehead.

"I'm taking care of you for the next few days. I don't care how much of a fight you put up. I'm not letting you stay entirely miserable while you're sick."

Ivan sighs to himself, he stands back up and makes his way to the bathroom to soak a rag in hot water. He places it on Till's forehead, who was pouting.

"That face is cute, but don't be pouting at me. I'll make galbitang for you and check on you periodically. Please don't fall on the floor again..."

Ivan huffs fondly. He wants to kiss Till, but he knows that's a bad idea. He leaves a kiss on Till's knuckles instead before standing up and getting ready to cook.

[till-the-end-official]

Till impulsively grabbed Ivan's hand, groaning to himself as he draped his arm over his eyes. The light felt too bright, and Till hated it more than anything.

"Just order something, I don't want to be alone."

Till mumbled, obviously not wanting to admit it. It was hard to tell if Till's red cheeks were from embarrassment or his fever (it was a little bit of both). Ivan had always made one off comments about being able to be a good housewife, but based on how Ivan would break into his apartment and clean up and would only leave once Till ate some of the food he cooked, he knew Ivan was serious about taking care of him.

"The last thing I need is to feel like a fuckin' child forced to stay at home and be taken care of by his mother. Also you had a photoshoot today, take it easy and just order food."

This was the senior's long and convoluted way of saying "I don't want to be left alone so get your ass in my bed and cuddle with me" without making him look like some lovesick fool. Despite being very sick, Till is still stubborn as ever. If he wasn't stubborn, Till was most likely actually dying.

[stolensorrow]

Familiar with Till's stubbornness, Ivan sighs. He really wants to say no because of his near-death scare, but he can hear it in Till's voice that he just doesn't want to be left alone while miserable.

"Only for today. I'll order something hearty for you and tomorrow I'll cook. Even if I have to drag a futon in the kitchen for you."

He knows Till would never agree to that, but it was more of a tease anyway. He turns back and finally shrugs his coat off before remembering he left Till's coffee in the car. He knows you probably shouldn't be drinking an americano while you're sick, so he just leaves it. He'll throw it out when he gets the chance.

He takes his shoes off and quickly runs out to put them by the door before returning. He elects to take of his belt too, because no way is he sleeping in that uncomfortable shit. Once comfortable enough, he hops on the bed and crawls over Till, inserting himself into his side.

He rests his head on Till's chest because it's the safest way to cuddle him without risking getting sick. Ivan wouldn't care either way, especially if it was Till he was getting sick from, but he knows Till would give him hell because of his modeling career.

He huffs fondly at the idea.

"Just rest for now, love. There'll be food when you wake up."

[till-the-end-official]

Till watched as Ivan scurried around to put his shoes by the door, followed by shrugging his coat onto the floor and taking off his belt. Usually, he would make some sort of joke about Ivan taking his belt off, but he sneezed before he could do anything.

Watching as Ivan bounded over into his bed, Till couldn't help but smile a bit. He knew his junior was like a puppy at times, but every time he was reminded of it, he forgot just how adorable it was. He wrapped his arms around Ivan, pulling him close as he melted into the warmth that his body was radiating.

"I don't want to be sick, recovering is fucking brutal."

Till grumbled, basically spouting nonsense. He continued to ramble barely coherently as he snuggled closer into Ivan. The occasional curse was able to be heard among the muttered nonsense about "seeing the light" and "accepting his fate". For being such a respected senior and serious actor, Till sure was dramatic as all hell when he was sick.

It wasn't long before Till's ramblings eventually trailed off, soft snores replacing his jumbled mutters. He nuzzled into Ivan as much as he could, almost perfectly mimicking a cat. Despite being very dramatic, Till's cuddly tendencies ended up overruling his exhausted brain, only fueling Ivan's claim further about Till acting like a cat. If he were coherent right now, Till would already be preparing mentally for the earful he was going to get from Ivan soon enough about these mannerisms.

For now, Till just wanted to sleep.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan had half a mind to try and weasel his way out of Till's grip to cook for him anyway, but he knows that'd be too cruel. He loves it when Till is cuddly and could go on for hours about his adorable sleeping face when he got like this.

Learning about Till's tendency to be over dramatic at times was not something Ivan expected from his senior, but he absolutely adores it now. He can't lie that he likes the idea of being the only one to see this side of Till.

He chuckles to himself, pressing kisses into the crown of Till's head as he pulls his phone out. He opens a delivery app and orders something hearty for Till. It says a 45 minute wait time and Ivan huffs, dropping his phone on the bedside table and wrapping both arms back around his beloved. He would totally watch Till sleep the entire time, but he didn't want to disturb him. He didn't want to disturb the little kitty.

Till would kill me on sight without hesitation if I were to ever call him an adorable little kitty out loud. It'd be worth it, but...

He did end up dozing off, despite not wanting to. He's jolted awake every time he hears a loud sniffle or a cough from Till. Eventually, he checks his phone and realizes that the food was almost there. He knows he has to get up to go and get it, but he really doesn't want to leave Till alone.

He sighs to himself and works his way out of Till's (surprisingly strong) grip and he hears him whine. When he looks back in worry, he realizes Till is still asleep, but he looks pained. Ivan coos and gives Till a pillow to hold onto while he retrieves the food.

He quickly portions it out and brings it back to the room, setting it down on the desk and letting the nice smell permeate the room. He sits on the edge of the bed an hovers over Till, reaching an arm out to cradle his face.

"Heyyy... Tillyy~! Food's here!"

[till-the-end-official]

Till ended up falling into a very deep sleep which always happens whenever he sleeps in Ivan's arms. Something about sleeping in the junior's arms always made him fall into a deep slumber every single time without fail. Till both hated him and appreciated it at the same time.

However, despite being able to sleep happily in Ivan's arms, the god awful nickname that Ivan used to wake Till up immediately put him into a pissy mood. He was not about to deal with Ivan's nicknames and teasing first thing after he woke up.

Without hesitation, Till smacked Ivan's hand away and pulled the covers fully over him to hide himself from him. It wasn't exactly a smack, it was more of a swat that resembled a cat swatting at a fly.

"I'm going to fucking spit in your coffee."

Till muttered angrily, shoving his face further into the pillows. He sniffed quietly, the blankets and pillows muffling the sound quite a bit. Since he was still waking up, he began to mutter and curse under his breath.

'Stupid Ivan and his stupid fucking nicknames first goddamn thing after I wake up. I'm going to take my spare key back, I swear to fucking god. This man is insufferable, I hate him, I hate everything about him and his stupidly perfect face and cute puppy like energy I fucking hate it all-'

As these thoughts raced through Till's head, the occasional mutter that echoed his thoughts slipped through his lips. It was just enough so you could get the gist about what he was thinking. Little did Till know, he was just further proving the point of him acting like a cat, especially when tired.

[stolensorrow]

Ivan chuckled to himself, catching a little bit of the ramblings Till is muttering.

He runs his hand up Till's side from over the covers slowly, teasing him. It works because he hears a choked high-pitched sound that his senior would deny to high hell. He moved his hand further and sneaks it around Till's waist before pulling him into his chest.

Ivan lays down as he does this so that he's spooning Till who's still cocooned under the covers. He nuzzles into the little junction where Till's head his hidden and Ivan giggles as he can hear the angry mutterings of his favorite hissy cat.

He can't help the giddy feeling rising in him as he squeezes Till tigher.

"So sweet. Mmm I love how sweet you are..."

He hears Till's jabs get louder and he starts to wriggle in Ivan's grip. He starts laughing as his senior tries to fight back, but fails miserably.

"You can hate me all you want, but the soup is spicy how you like it and it'll clear your sinuses so you can breathe again. Get up and come eat, my love."

[till-the-end-official]

"I'm going to spit in your fuckin' soup if you don't stop this."

Till muttered angrily, squirming in the blanket to try and get out of Ivan's grip as best as he could, however, that man's grip on him was stronger than steel itself. Due to the blankets, Till just ended up looking like a fish flopping out of water.

While Till was as stubborn as a mule, Till's body was far too exhausted to keep up this pathetic flailing for much longer. Eventually, Till gave in and sighed heavily as his body went limp in defeat.

"I wanna go back to sleep... my body feels like it's turning into a zombie..."

Till's whines and complaints sounded weak and exhausted, his usual firmness and stern tone nowhere to be found. On one hand, he was pissed at Ivan for waking him up instead of putting the soup in a thermos to keep warm, but on the other hand, he knew that eating the soup now will help speed up the recovery process. He really missed streaming and wanted to get back into the swing of (after Till's disaster of a subathon, Ivan banned him from streaming more than once a week with a time limit of 4 hours. Sometimes it would go up to 6 hours, but that's only when Till eats food and drinks water on camera at least twice).

The back and forth went on for a bit in his brain before he decided to say fuck it and threw the covers off of him, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. His hair was messy, the bags under his eyes were thankfully much lighter now, and overall his energy and appearance gave off the vibe of a tired cat who just woke up.

"Fine, I'm up. I'm not about to deal with your puppy dog ass whimpering and whining for me when I'm just waking up in bed for ten minutes straight."

Till sat up and rubbed his eyes again, trying to adjust to the light that was shining in his room. He was bleary eyed, his vision unfocused as the first thing that came into view was the familiar figure of his puppy co-star.

"Fuck, I swear I can see a tail wagging behind you if I squint hard enough. Christ almighty..."

[stolensorrow]

"You know I'd like that."

He watches Till throw the covers off and sit up in all of his disheveled glory. Ivan thinks it's incredibly attractive.

He wants to make a few less than innocent remarks about Ivan being puppy-like, but he refrains for the sole purpose of... well... not wanting to make Till's condition worse through... those means.

He sits up with Till and gets up to retrieve the bowls which have had some time too cool. He's glad because it means it's the perfect temperature and Till won't burn his tongue.

Ivan hands Till his soup and sits with him while he eats, resting his head on Till's shoulder. He knows his senior would kick him off the bed if he asked to feed him, so Ivan kept his mouth shut. All he wanted at the moment was to bask in his presence and enjoy the peace and quiet with his beloved.

Unable to help himself while reminiscing in the love-filled moment, he speaks his mind.

"You've become everything to me, you know that? It's why I was so scared. Don't do that again... please..."

He wraps an arm around Till's waist, careful not to bump the bowl or block his movement, and presses a kiss above his collarbone.

[till-the-end-official]

"Can you not be a fucking freak for ten seconds?! It makes it impossible to threaten and insult you."

Till huffed out, rolling his eyes as Ivan walked back in with the bowls. He took the bowl with a gentle 'thank you' as he began to eat. However, Till sure as hell wasn't expecting Ivan to get all... sappy on him.

He cleared his throat nervously, realizing that Ivan was genuinely scared when he received his very dramatic message. Guilt shot through him in quicker than a blink, causing him to look down at his bowl and allowing his fringe of hair to fall in front of his face.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I've just been used to saying that I'm dying whenever I'm sick. It's something I picked up over the years."

Till said, his voice soft and uncertain. He took another bite of his soup, the burning sensation that hit his tongue helping to ground himself into the moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you though... I can't guarantee that I won't say that again when I'm sick, but I promise you that I will try to let you know beforehand."

As Till continued apologizing, he looked down at his bowl and fidgeted with the spoon in his hands. He couldn't look at Ivan, he knew if he did Ivan would grow dog ears and have them folded back like a sad puppy. One of the downsides about having your crush being like a puppy: they sure as hell know how to make people feel guilty with their puppy like mannerisms.

[stolensorrow]

"It's okay, I get it. I understand that old habits die hard. I just um... worry fiercely for... those I care about. Sua-Noona will tell you about it I'm sure..."

He moves to reposition himself behind Till. He's careful not to jostle anything too much, but he pulls Till against his chest as he sits between Ivan's legs. If Till didn't have the covers still over his lower half, Ivan would've folded his legs under Till's and sat crisscross with his beloved in his lap.

He drops his head onto Till's shoulder and sits silently, listening to his senior's idle sounds. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into his neck and press a kiss there to make up for the fact that he can't kiss Till directly, lest he get sick himself. He'd hear an ear full from him if Ivan got sick because of him.

Ivan could honestly fall asleep like this, despite taking a small nap not too long ago. His Till was so comfortable and warm and Ivan wanted to stay like this forev-

Ah. I forgot medication. I need to get him something for his cold.

Ivan groans, detaching himself and falling backwards on the bed.

"Till... I forgot to get you medication. Do you have any cold medicine in your cabinet or do I need to go and grab some?"