Archive of Our Own

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Within the dim glow of a campus alleyway—somewhere behind a building Till couldn’t even name anymore—Till stood pinned against a freezing brick wall.

His oversized black shirt hung loosely off his small frame, the white bone design warped between ripped holes in the fabric. One of Ji-ho’s hands rested firmly against his waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

Ji-ho leaned down, pressing slow kisses along Till’s neck.

“Don’t make a sound” he whispered.

Till rolled his eyes faintly, more annoyed than flustered—until a sudden sharp sting shot through his neck.

“Augh- did you just fucking bite me?” Till hissed, opening his eyes to glare at him.

Ji-ho laughed under his breath. “Didn’t I say to stay quiet?”

Before Till could answer, Ji-ho grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard, hard enough to knock the breath out of him. Their teeth clicked roughly together. Till barely had time to react before Ji-ho bit down on his lower lip too.

Hard.

Till tasted blood almost immediately.

The metallic taste mixed with another rough kiss as Ji-ho pushed even closer, one hand drifting lower along Till’s waist.

Till’s stomach dropped when he felt fingers hook against the waistband of his pants.

He grabbed Ji-ho’s wrist immediately. “What the hell are you doing?”

Ji-ho looked almost offended. “Seriously?” His thumb brushed against Tills cock through his pants. “Don’t act like you don’t want me. Your dick speaks louder than your words, darling.”

Till shoved his hand away. “I said no.” Ji-ho barely budged despite the force Till put behind it.

“It’s been four months, Till” he muttered. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Till tried to push him back again, harder this time, but Ji-ho only pressed closer. Bigger. Stronger. Immovable.

“Please, for me?” Ji-ho said, voice almost whining now. "

“No.”

Till tried to pull away again, but suddenly a large hand covered his mouth, forcing his head back against the wall.

“Stop pretending,” Ji-ho murmured into his ear. “I know you want me, you dirty fucking slut."

Anger burned through Till instantly.

He struggled harder now, trying to pry Ji-ho off him, but Ji-ho body against him made his efforts useless. All while Ji-hos hand slipped lower, fumbling at the buttons of Till’s jeans.

“S- stop- Ji-ho-” Till tried to say, the words muffled beneath Ji-ho’s palm.

Nothing worked.

His chest tightened painfully as panic started settling in. Ji-ho was too strong. Every attempt to move just made his grip tighten.

Eventually Till’s body went still, not because he wanted to stop fighting, but because he was exhausted.

The pressure vanished.

Till stumbled forward slightly, blinking tears from his eyes just in time to see someone shove Ji-ho violently against the opposite wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" The voice was sharp.

The stranger was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in light athletic clothes. Black hair fell into his face as he held Ji-ho there like it took absolutely no effort.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Ji-ho snapped quickly, releasing himself from the man's grip. “We were just messing around.”m

The raven-haired stranger didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he looked at Till.

Really looked at him.

At his shaking hands. His tear-streaked face. His half-undone jeans.

Till froze under the attention for a second before finally forcing out, “No.”

Ji-ho’s face twisted instantly. “No? Seriously?” He stepped forward and grabbed Till’s wrist hard digging his nails into Tills skin. “Seriously Till? Over this?!” Jo-ho fought as if what he did—or tried to do—was completely fucking normal.

"No." Till repeated, ripping his arm back. “We’re done, Ji-ho.”

The stranger immediately stepped between them. “You heard him.” he said coldly. "Go."

Ji-ho looked like he wanted to argue, but obviously deciding against it, as he sneered before backing away. “Fine. But don’t come crying back when everyone on campus finds out you’re a fag.”

Then he turned and stormed off into the dark.

The second the footsteps disappeared, Till felt himself fall apart.

His breathing breaking first.

Then the tears came all at once.

He covered his mouth with one hand, shoulders shaking violently as he tried to stay quiet despite everything clawing its way out of him.

For a moment, the stranger just stood there awkwardly. Then, carefully, he wrapped his arms around Till.

The hug was hesitant. Like he wasn’t sure if it was okay. Till leaned into it anyway. The warmth of it nearly made him cry harder.

They stayed like that for a long moment before Till finally pulled back, humiliated beyond belief.

“Thank you,” he mumbled hoarsely, staring at the ground.

A hand gently tilted his chin upward. “You’re welcome,” the stranger said softly.

Till finally looked at him properly—and immediately wanted to throw himself into oncoming traffic.

Ivan.

Of course it had to be Ivan.

Campus-famous Ivan. Beautiful, athletic, perfect-in-the-most-annoying-way Ivan. And somehow he looked even more annoyingly perfect up close.

Dark hair falling perfectly over sharp onyx eyes. Smooth skin. That stupid fucking little snaggle tooth peeking out when he smiled slightly.

Till suddenly understood why half the campus acted clinically insane around him.

Unfortunately, Till also knew Ivan because he was Sua's “freaky fucking half-brother.” (As she put it)

And judging by the smug little look on Ivan’s face right now, Till fully believed it. Like genuinely should-be-kept-in-a-cage levels of freak.

Till snapped back to reality to realize that he’d just been staring at him in complete silence.

And that little freak was just smiling snuggly back, his tooth barely sticking out of his mouth.

Ivan reached into his pocket before handing him an annoyingly perfectly folded piece of paper. “I have football practice,” Ivan said reluctantly, stepping back. “But if that guy bothers you again, call me.”

Till blinked stupidly down at the note in his hand. “What the fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

Once Ivan disappeared around the corner, Till unfolded the paper carefully. Inside, written in absurdly neat handwriting, were two simple words.

"call me <3"

And underneath it a phone number—Ivan’s phone number.