#actor till

It was a quiet New Year's Eve at their apartment, the sounds of the city muffled by the closed windows. The room was lit by soft golden light from a nearby lamp, the smell of something sweet and warm lingering in the air. Till sat by the window, gazing out over the cityscape, where the distant fireworks began to burst in vibrant colors against the night sky. His teal eyes flickered with something akin to contentment, but he didn’t let it show too much. His cool demeanor was still firmly in place, as it always was.

Ivan, on the other hand, was a different story. He had his arms wrapped around Till from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder as his black eyes gleamed with excitement. The warmth of his body pressed against Till’s back, a stark contrast to the cool air filtering in from the window. His black turtleneck hugged his slender frame, but it didn't matter. His attention was entirely on the fireworks, his eager gaze darting to each burst of light in the sky as if he were seeing them for the first time.

“Hyung… look!” Ivan exclaimed, his voice light and sweet, eyes wide with wonder as another set of fireworks exploded in the distance. “They're so pretty!”

Till’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles, though he didn’t say anything right away. He glanced down at Ivan’s eager face, his hand gently pulling Ivan’s fingers to his lips for a soft kiss before answering.

“They are. But not as beautiful as you.” His voice, cool and steady, had a warmth beneath it, a.

Ivan’s heart fluttered at the words, his cheeks flushed with the rush of affection. He tilted his head, catching Till’s lips with a kiss that was sweeter, more urgent than the one they had shared moments before. It was a kiss that felt like the beginning of something, like a promise for the year ahead.

The fireworks outside grew louder, but the world seemed to slow down in that moment, just the two of them—Till’s calm assurance, Ivan’s sweet eagerness blending perfectly as they kissed.

Ivan had never quite believed he'd have the chance to call Till as his. For so long, Till had been Ivan's unobtainable mountain— to be admired only.

For Till, he cannot believe his luck for someone as young and promising as Ivan to choose an old windbag like Till. But now that Ivan is his, he won't let him go.

Now, they were together, sharing a quiet moment that felt as intimate as it was eternal. The fireworks outside continued to pop and crackle in the distance, but all they could feel was the warmth of each other's lips.

Finally, they pulled apart, but Ivan kept his arms wrapped around Till’s waist. He smiled up at him, his black eyes reflecting the colors of the fireworks. 

“Happy New Year, Till,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection, his lips brushing against Till’s jaw.

Till raised an eyebrow but allowed a more genuine smile to break through, his cool facade slipping just for a moment.

“Happy New Year, Ivan. You’re mine now.”