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Till can't recall the last time he felt this comfortable. Probably never. The sheets were soft on his skin, providing a sweet warmth against the biting cold. the pillow was awfully cozy, he couldn't help but snuggle his face further into it's fabric.
He adjusted himself on the side, eyes slightly fluttering open, meeting the icy blue eyes of an annoyingly familiar brunette. laying next to him.
"Morning handsome."
He never collided with the floor faster in his life.
Hyuna bursted laughing, while mizi tried to suppress it in hope of preserving some of his remaining dignity.
He groaned, picking himself up from the floor. He should've known something was bound to go wrong the second he felt the slightest bit of contentment. The universe never failed to deliver him a reality check.
"You okay?" Mizi questioned.
If faceplanting on the cold, hard ground first thing in the morning was considered okay, then yeah. He’s great. But he obviously could’nt say that outloud, and to mizi on top of it when she was displaying nothing but genuine concern. that was too assholishe, even for him. So he settled for a nod.
He really should start locking his room’s door.
…
Was it just him, or does his room look drastically diffrent?
Granted, he might’ve never paid much attention to it in the past week, but he was more than certain that he did not have a heart monitor on standby.
As the haziness slowly dissipated, he started recalling the events that took place not less than a day ago.
Him visiting the medical ward. Writing lyrics. Falling asleep. And waking up to the gentlest touch he ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Ivan was awake.
Ivan.
…
Wait, where was ivan..?
Till recalls their hands intertwining perfectly as two puzzle pieces. his soft breathing and heartbeat lulling him to a blissful sleep, full of hopes and dreams under the meteor filled sky. And those eyes. Those eyes. How gentle. How unkind.
he could’nt have imagined it all…
…did he ?
No, that was absurd. It was’nt… he could’nt have.
…
But what if that was the case? what if he’s really gone insane ?What if last night was a fabrication made by his grief induced mind to protect him from the fact that maybe ivan was…
"relax, he’s just doing a check up." hyuna declared. She was standing way closer to him than she was a moment ago, her hands resting comfortably on her hips.
Till can't remember her doing any of it. But the words did manage to reach him which he was grateful for.
The tension, however, did not leave him. He doesn't understand why he feels so uneasy. So on edge. After all, Ivan was safe. He was getting tended to. He's okay.
So why no matter how much he repeated those words over and over and over again, his head refuses to get it through it's thick skull.
But before he could dwell on it more, the door opened revealing the raven haired man he ached to see all morning.
He was seated on a wheelchair, which was understandable due to his injuries. his hands rested delicately on his lap, and his hair looked way cleaner, neatly brushed. It was apparent that the other freshened up. It wasn't much, yet he still managed to look so perfect.
The said man smiled upon noticing him, a familiar smile that managed to ease Till's worries surprisingly fast.
Dewey, who was pushing the wheelchair, helped him into his assigned bed. Before steeping back and allowing Till to make his way beside him.
"The doctor said that everything should be fine as long as he sticks to bed rest." Dewey announced. "No sudden movements either, since the stitches are still brand new."
Mizi smiled at Hyuna in relief. while Till unknowingly sneaked his hand into Ivan's, the other squeezing it in reassurance.
"What about medication?" He asked.
"It'll be delivered shortly, and it shouldn't be skipped by any means. Of course, unless you still plan on kicking the bucket." He joked, to which mizi elbowed him for.
After exchanging their wishes for him to get better soon, the three exited the room leaving the two alone. Till sat on the chair next to the bed, his hand still clutching the other's.
The silence that fell wasn't uncomfortable, to Till's surprise. But it never seemed to be in the man's presence ever since they were nothing but mere children, still unaware of the horrors that awaits.
He glanced at the said man, and as expected his gaze never seemed to stray from him no matter how many times Till looked. To which he realized was something he didn't do enough.
Something he needed to change.
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"You're cheating."
"Nonsense."
"I can see the Chess piece pocking through your shirt."
"That's my nipple."
"On your side?"
"It's a condition."
"Give it back before i feed it to you, asshole!"
It has been a week since Ivan woke up, and Till has been spending his days tending to him. They fell into a comfortable routine consisting of Till waking up, freshen up, then spend the entirety of the day lounging in the other's room.
To call Till strict was an understatement. In Ivan's humble opinion. But who was he to deny such raw affection from the man.
The two were currently playing chess, a game hyuna dropped by in hope of making Ivan's bed rest less boring.
It was going fine, Till found himself enjoying it better than he thought he would. Surprisingly. That was until someone started resorting to unethical means in order to prevent his humiliating 10-3 loss.
"I really don't know what you're talking about." He continued to deny. But that seemed to do it for Till. People liked to say that he had 'anger issues' and 'violent tendencies when provoked', but that wasn't the case at all. He just had a quick reaction to bullshit.
And right now, Ivan was being a little shit.
Being mindful of his injuries, Till climbed onto his bed, trying to pry the stolen chess piece away from the cheating prick. Who had the audacity to laugh at him.
After minutes of struggling, he managed to get it. Smiling unwaveringly as if he scored a valuable prize. He gazed down at an equally smiling Ivan waving the piece tauntingly Infront of him.
"Nipple, my ass."
Ivan chuckled. His eyes seemed as if they were brighter, the red in them looking more apparent by the day. It was endearing, Till thought.
"I'm glad you still have it in you."
He tilted his head in question, not fully grasping what the other meant by that. Ivan hummed, raising his hand and tracing the edges of Till's name on his neck, making him shiver. But never pull away.
His eyes kept flickering across his face, as if trying to drink up every little detail. And maybe he was, but strangely Till did not mind. He was doing the same thing after all. His hand now wrapped behind the other's neck, caressing it gently.
The distance was growing shorter, and They were getting closer, and closer. Their faces stood inches apart. Noses almost brushing against eachother.
Till could feel his heart hammering in his chest. The exact reason unknown to him.
"Do you hate me?" Ivan whispered.
And he knew what he was referring to. the endless fights they shared. The possessions he stole. The night they ran. The kiss. And the blood that painted his hand and was forced to bear it's weight, even if the man did escape death's clutches.
"No." He uttered softly. And he didn't. Honestly. He didn't have the luxury to feel such a petty thing. Not after everything. Not after all he lost.
Ivan's smile widened, this one feeling more genuine. Till couldn't comprehend why.
"You should."
The raven haired man placed his hand on the other's chest, gently pushing him away. Till sat up, for once his gaze wasn't reciprocated.