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#also ivanluka forced friendship via being in an idol group together is such a funny concept
purrfectlycontent · 15 days
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a little ivantill actors au drabble :)
“Well, that was painful to watch.”
Ivan ignored the voice, his gaze fixed on the back of Till’s head. His hair was plastered down to his neck, still sopping wet.
It was distracting, really. They should dry it before he got a cold.
…Maybe he should offer his blanket as thanks? Surely it wouldn’t be too weird. Right?
A scoff sounded from the spot next to him. “That poor sunbae has no idea what he got himself into.”
“Shouldn’t you be prepping for the next scene?” He finally tore his eyes away to glare at Luka.
“Unlike someone, I prepare before coming on set.” He looked as annoyingly perfect as ever. Hair and makeup probably got to him during one of their many… attempts.
Ivan felt his cheeks flush as he recalled how soft Till’s lips were. The slightly bitter taste of coffee that distracted him during every take lingered in his mouth. The coldness of the fake rain chased away by the heat between their bodies.
A sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. “Here, give this to him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” Luka pressed something into his hand and walked away without a backward glance.
Not one for missed opportunities, Ivan set out to find his costar.
“Sunbae!”
Hearing a familiar voice, Till stopped in his tracks. His face was a mix of apprehension and fatigue. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“Um…! I just wanted to thank you for your advice. It was really helpful.” Ivan tried to give him a smile that almost immediately turned into a wince. “I also wanted to apologize. I’m still learning, so I’m grateful to have a sunbae like you.”
“Like I said, it’s no problem. We’ve all gotta start somewhere, right?”
The tired smile Till gave him felt like being shocked by a taser. There was a small bruise on his lower lip, a mark left by Ivan’s snaggletooth.
He redirected his eyes.
“A-anyway! Please have this.”
“…Lip balm?”
“For the um, wound.” He willed the heat in his face to retreat, only being partially successful.
“Oh.” Till touched his lips absentmindedly. “I didn’t know it left a mark.”
“And take this as well!”
Ivan shoved the pink and purple polka-dotted fabric into his costar’s hands.
“Huh? Isn’t this yours?”
“Please take it and rest well! I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold because of me!”
“…Pfft.”
He startled at the small puff of laughter that made its way out of Till’s mouth.
“Thanks. I’ll give it back next time.”
That…
“Great job.”
Ivan gripped his shirt.
His heart totally skipped a beat, didn’t it?
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