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Till was used to the concept of partying. The wild crowd, the blasting music, the smell of booze, and the blend of the diverse fragrances worn by different people. Partying was held to help students wind off from academic works, hence the frenzied amount of people that came in and out of the venue that is Hyuna’s house.
The scary bitch
Till dwells in this dazy atmosphere, guzzling assorted drinks and intermingling with other people, it felt like he was alive with the electric spontaneity. College parties were truly one of his fortes.
As he put his guitar down, sweat beading through his neck and in his back, Till congests another OB beer through his throat. He sits down on one of the couches that Mizi and Sua is sitting on, acknowledging his blockmates who applauded Till for his performance on the way
“That performance was so cool, Till!” Mizi exclaimed once the gray-haired sat down, “Is that the song you’ve been working hard on for months?”
Till felt his face heating up, feeling the giddiness run through his bloodstream at the thought of someone noticing his hard work “Yes, well..” He says as he sheepishly rubs his nape, “Thank you, Mizi”
He felt Sua’s eyes on him as he continued fiddling with his can of beer quietly. Till hopes that the short haired doesn’t think too ill of him, his feelings for Mizi subsided, after all. Though it took considerable effort, Till ultimately accepted that Mizi would never be his. So, in lieu of listening repeatedly to Pink Triangle by Weezer while he sobbed profusely in front of his buldak ramen, he had reflected and finally came to terms with the need to move on, finding peace in that realization as well.
And it was much better that way, Till had realized. He had drawn closer to the couple and became much more comfortable with them. It wasn’t a problem anymore to regulate his breathing, his constant twitching, and his stuttering when he was around Mizi. And more importantly, Sua became less hostile to him. A win’s a win.
As Till finished his drink, he stood up from the couch and started to blend in with other people, becoming indistinguishable among the multitude. He mused that perhaps he could probably find someone to be with for the rest of night instead of staying behind with his very-much lesbian friends.
With the beer flowing in every fiber of his body, Till felt confident to unleash his social powers in order to find someone special for the night. Yes, he will surely find one!
..Unfortunately, this goal did not last long as the beer coursing through his veins weren’t enough for him to socially communicate with other people without coming off as a complete despicable loser. Why are parties so shit?
Eventually, he excuses himself from the crowd and goes to a room upstairs, uncaring of whoever the owner of the room is. He goes to the room’s terrace, and sits on one of the chairs resided there. The once blasted music is now muffled as Till started to observe the frequent passing of cars and the bustling people roaming through the streets.
He does not know how long he stayed in that terrace, mindlessly looking around the world below him with a wistful gaze and a heavy heart. Jesus. There’s a party going on downstairs, and Till is longingly gazing at the streets and at the sky as if he were a lone wolf about to howl. Just how pathetic can he be? He can’t even formulate a complete friendship (or a relationship) with a single individual for one night in a much sober approach.
He was used to performing at parties, drinking lightly and mingling, but he never went as far as to…
Till felt pink scribbling his cheeks, it’s not that he wanted to do… Something intimate with anyone from a party. He never thought of it that way until now.
Fucking keep it in your pants, Till. He curses under his breath as he straightened his posture from the chair, not noticing the door behind him open slightly with light footsteps
He probably did not realize it immediately, but Till stood up quickly as he noticed a small shadow looming over him, turning his back to only see the fully closed bedroom door and a swaying towel that was hanging at the back door.
The beer must’ve been hitting.
Realizing this, Till walked over to the door with the full intention of going home. He was about to grab the knob until he saw the knob turning over
Panic surged through Till, and without thinking, he darted into a nearby closet, quickly opening the closet door and hiding through the darkest corner, closing it and holding his breath in hopes to remain unseen
The moment he hears the bedroom door open, Till feels a hand ghost from his shoulder to his back, eliciting a scream slowly forming at his throat
As fast as light, those hands that were once at his back clamped his mouth shut, muffling the screams. Till faced the guy behind him and could only see a pair of red orbs staring back at him with much intensity.
1st minute
A chill ran down his spine, is this the boogeyman finally coming to repent him for his sins? No way, those hands were too human.
This is some shit that Till once watched in isolation, the movie “the closet” immediately coming into his mind. Fuck, he finally knows what its like being under the shoes of Kyung-hoon. He won’t make it out of this closet alive, he probably won’t even make it past 20. shit shit shit shit
Till did not realize that his eyes were already brimmed with tears until the closet light opened (in courtesy of the boogeyman switching the light on) and the mysterious man’s face turned out to be so beautiful Till felt a tear sliding down his cheeks
The said man’s face quickly morphed into concern as he saw Till’s horrified expression, removing his hands around his mouth and wiping the tears away with a low sound of “shhh”
Till blames his tears on the 3 cans of beer.
“I need… to go…” Till says. He can feel the other man’s gaze heavily baring holes on him, and he decides that now is the time to be enchanted by the variety of clothes behind the guy, “... Home”
The taller was about to respond when the closet door suddenly opened. Before Till could even think, he was dragged through the hanging clothes that were big enough to hide them both.
They were in the farthest corner of the closet, so Till couldn’t help but wonder of the man’s motivations of suddenly shifting to a much secluded area, because there’s practically no space in here
2nd minute
Till can’t breathe.
“The hell..?” A voice rang loud from outside the closet, “Dewey! Stop messing with my closet!”
“Jerk didn’t even close the lights” Was the last thing Till heard before the lights were turned off once again, and all that’s left was silence
Till was already squirming the moment he felt two hands snaking around his waist, not really feeling the strength to yank it away “Hey… We should go…”
“We need to wait for a few minutes. They might be still in the room” The other man says, and the shorter man couldn’t help but take note of the low voice that was blowing in his face
“I’m Ivan, by the way,” The other man adds.
Ivan.. The name was a little too familiar for Till’s liking, processing the name before he suddenly remembered his conversation with Sua once after their lecture
It was almost winter break when the conversation started,
“Are you interested in linking up with weirdos?” Sua once asked, and Till was too surprised by the initiation of conversation to even understand what she was talking about
“What?” Was all he could say
"Some freak just asked for your number” Sua said, “Name’s Ivan.”
“What the fuck?”
“Oh, I have my next class,” Sua said, wasting no time leaving Till alone in the hallways. “See you.”
They never spoke of it again.
3rd minute
“You’re….”
“Hm?” Ivan asked, hands still on Till’s waist
Till decided to bring it up in another time
“Nothing” he says instead, then, “What can we do while we’re stuck in here? I can’t—Move—”
“Well, we could make out” Ivan says in a matter-of-factly tone, as if he was pointing out the most obvious of all. The man was still wiping the shorter’s unshed tears away with his left hand while the other remained on his waist
Till sputters, flushed, “I-I’m sorry, what?” He asks, baffled by the blunt response. He still hadn’t looked at Ivan in the eyes but he knew the asshole had plastered a smug look on his face
Till decides that he does not like this creep one bit.
“Well, we don’t have any options,” Ivan says, “considering that we’re both stuck in a closet, and we don’t really have that much enough space… What do you think?”
“That’s because you dragged me with you, you jerk! Get away from me!” Till says, finally slapping Ivan’s prying hands away
Ivan put a finger in Till’s lips, “Be quiet, they’ll hear you” he says, “We’ll be here for a long time, probably even an hour. You wouldn’t like it if Hyuna noona sees you coming out of her closet, would you?”
Oh. Oh Right. This is Hyuna’s house.
4th minute
“Well..” Ivan asks, breaking the one minute silence, “Can we make out?”
“No, you shithead” Till says immediately, his cheeks a flaming hot red that seemed to spread through his neck, and unbeknownst to the hungry stare coming from the taller
“Fuck…” Till whispers, “I can’t believe this, I still have a plate to finish”
“Hm. It’s interior design, right?”
Till looked at Ivan like he murdered his own family, “How’d you know that?”
“Well, your professor gave you that project three weeks before today, and you were so focused on finishing your track titled “Blink, gone” that you just started the project this week, which is the second week. You approximately brought three five hundred and ninety four millimeters of plotter paper that has a size measurement of twenty-three point four inches wide, and–”
Till had no choice. The man kept talking . What was he supposed to do as an alternative for wanting to strangle him? (which is not allowed in this moment, given that they’re hiding from a bunch of scary people living in this house and avoiding a possible drama that could break in the midst of a party)
And so, Till grabbed his collar and dragged the man closer to him, kissing him in the process. Ivan froze for a moment before reciprocating the kiss with more fervor than what Till anticipated, kissing him deeply before snaking his tongue inside Till’s mouth.
If Till couldn’t breathe before, what more in this moment?
5th minute
He felt Ivan’s hands slowly creeping its way back to Till’s body again, his right hand on his waist, and his left hand dipping under his thin shirt, pushing the fabric up
“W-wait…” Till muttered in between kisses, pulling away just to be chased back by the taller without a moment’s heartbeat “Stop..”
Ivan does not stop. In fact, he even sucks on Till’s tongue while his left hand ghosts over Till’s left nipple, grazing the metal with his fingers with a little twist and turn
What a sensitive man he is, Till, as his body shakes at the contact. He tries to hold back his whimpers from the immediate overstimulation.
He’s never touched like that before. It feels extremely weird.
…It also feels good, but nobody could ever waterboard that information out of him.
“Ngh.. I-Ivan…” he says helplessly as Ivan abuses his lips, biting, licking, and sucking on his mouth all while pinching and twisting his nipples. The stimulation began to increase when Ivan placed a knee in between Till’s legs, humping Till like a dog
“So hot on my mouth, Till” Ivan says through panted breaths, “You have no idea how long i’ve been waiting, can’t get enough of you”
Till could only whine lowly as a response, his ability to speak long gone when Ivan began to kiss him deeply again, tongues battling, hands nibbling on Till’s nipples, and bodies almost merging into one
Till threw his arms around Ivan’s neck, pushing him impossibly closer as the other continues on kissing him like a starved lover
“Would give you the stars, Till, everything” Ivan speaks again, much to Till’s dismay, “Could kiss you forever. I love you, I love you, please be mine. Love me too, please” he says with his and Till’s saliva on his lips
There was something in the taller’s voice that sounded so genuine, so desperate. Till couldn’t take it, he pulled away from Ivan and looked at him hazily, “Sh-shut up”
“Okay, okay” Ivan says, diving into Till’s mouth once more
6th minute
When Ivan decides that he’s done ravishing Till’s lips, he kisses his way down to Till’s neck, pausing when he’s already by the curve of the neck. He lovingly licks a spot, as if marking an X on his neck before biting down hard, breathing heavily
Till gasps in surprise, his hands on Ivan’s hair and tugging hard while he starts to grind on Ivan’s knee back, both of them immediately going into a rhythm
“Oh, fuck” Till says as Ivan continues planting love marks around his neck, “Fuck…”
While Ivan was about to plant his nth love bite, Till pushed his face away, “Enough” He says
Ivan gave a dejected look, and Till felt a sense of guilt wash over him. So, as means of compensation, he came to Ivan’s neck, licked a spot, then bit down, doing the exact same thing that Ivan did to him
Ivan grunted as a response, his head resting by the gray haired’s neck, “Till, Till, Till” He chants his name like a prayer, licking parts of his neck like a kitten before facing him “Kiss me, please, you’re so handsome, so beautiful. You can have me in any way you’d like”
Whether Ivan is aware or not, he starts to hump Till faster, as if he’s close to coming in his pants
“Christ, Ivan” The shorter cups Ivan as he pulled him down for a sweeter kiss, a little gentle as Till takes control of his lips this time
The moment Till bites down on Ivan’s bottom lip, Ivan’s body goes slack before he groans, panting in his mouth, “I just came, Till. I came for you. Did you come too?”
“N-no” Till stutters, fully aware of Ivan’s wet patch in front of his pants
“It’s okay”
Then, without warning, Ivan starts to palm Till through his jeans faster while his knees rubs faster at the same time, and Till lets out a shocked moan before succumbing to the pleasure, riding his hips in response
“I-Ivan! Ngh..” He moans into Ivan’s neck, his nails scratching Ivan’s back. He’s close, he’s so close, and Till cannot admit that he’s about to come from this
A wave of pleasure hits Till, and he trembles in Ivan’s arms while he comes from the intimacy of it all. The orgasm was so strong that he almost fell out of Ivan’s grip
Strong arms hold Till as he remains twitching from the strong orgasm, babbling Ivan’s name unknowingly
“You’re so good for me” Ivan says, “Was I good too?”
Till stroked Ivan’s cheek, “Yes. So good for me, Ivan”
Ivan lets out a moan before kissing Till again, swiftly putting his tongue back on Till’s mouth and sucking on his tongue while Till kisses him in return, tugging on jet black hair
Ivan pulled out to gaze at Till with half-lidded eyes, before pecking him on the lips again, and again, and again.
7th minute
“That’s enough now” Till says, and the other pulls away immediately
Ivan turns on the closet light and looks at Till, a genuine smile slowly forming on his lips
“What?” Till asks, aware of the heavy gaze
Ivan continues to smile creepily as he nuzzles himself on Till’s cheek, “You are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, Till”
“We literally just met”
“I’ve known you since forever”
“Sure."
“No, really”
“...What?” Till cups Ivan’s cheek to look at the other’s eyes. Ivan, the obedient dog that he is, looks back with a love-drunk expression on Till’s hold as he melts on his hands
“You might not remember it, Till,” Ivan starts to say, “But I do. I remember it all”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Kindergarten,” Ivan starts to say, “when I stepped on your flower. I was so happy that you looked at me on that day, Till. Those bruises did not matter, because you noticed me. I’m sorry for the flower. I can buy you a bouquet—”
A memory suddenly flashed into Till’s mind. Black hair and red orbs seeping into his visions
Oh, so it was Ivan that stepped on Till’s flower for Mizi. The bowl-cut kid that Till wanted to kill
It was Ivan.
“That was a long time ago, you ass” Till lightly slapped Ivan’s shoulder, “We were kids, and I forgot about that.”
Ivan nuzzled closer to Till, “I never did”
“‘Cuz you’re a fucking freak”
“Only for you”
Till let out an amused huff, “I think we should go now”
Ivan nodded, fixing his hair and flattening his outfit to look more presentable and less of a mess. He does the same to Till afterward despite the hushed protests.
"Clean up when you get home, alright?"
"Don't fucking tell me what to do!"
Ivan did not have the need to cover his wet spot as his once-tucked shirt are now untucked, revealing the long fabric that could cover his crotch
As for Till..
Ivan stole one of Hyuna’s large hoodies and put in on till, the fabric long enough to cover Till’s wet patch in the front of his pants
“You should go,” Ivan says, “I’ll follow”
“Alright” Till says. He was about to slide the closet door open when Ivan spoke again
“Are you still going to see me?”
“No.”
Ivan smiled in complete fondness
Maybe Sua was right, maybe Till does attract weirdos.
The two met on the next day, and the day after that, and the week after that, and a month, and a year, and the year after that..
In hindsight, they never really let go of each other, since that night.
Until this day, Till never wondered how Ivan ended up in the closet before he did in the first place.