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"Till...you've got......the competition...."

All Till's able to let out in response to this mysterious voice is a small groan.

He covers his ears with his blankets, trying to continue sleeping. Next thing he knows, his manager, Mizi, is shaking him awake.

"Till, you've got to get up. You need at least 2 hours to get ready for the first round of the RAC." (note: RAC stands for Rising Artists Competition) Till lets out another groan and tries to snuggle back into the warmth of his bed when Mizi suddenly pulls him up and out of his bed and drops him onto the floor. Sometimes he forgets just how strong that girl is. "Fuck.. oww.. You didn't need to just drop me like that. I was getting up," he murmurs annoyingly. "Oh really, you gray-haired old man. You were cuddling with your pillows and getting your sweet, sweet beauty sleep. Just get up already, the sooner you get dressed, the sooner we can leave and you get to practice before your performance." Mizi's comment makes him irrationally irritated. So irritated, in fact, that he throws the pillow that he's still hugging directly at her face. However, before it can hit her, she slams his bedroom door behind her, narrowly dodging his attack.

Ugh, I forgot about the competition today.. might as well put on some presentable clothing if I'm going to be projected on national television, Till contemplates. He drearily pulls off his boxers and plain white tee that he calls pajamas and slips on a light grey t-shirt, dark grey dress pants, his most expensive belt that I own (a $100 hand-me-down), and the first shoes he sees in his closet. He fluffs up his hair in the bathroom mirror and carefully attempts to draw on his eyeliner, but to no avail. It once again turns out a smudgy mess on his eyelids, but he's okay with that. That's exactly how he likes it. Just like the rest of his life, he attempts to put forward only his best efforts, but they never please him.

Over time, Till had accepted that he'll never win the RAC. He tried to convince Mizi and his management team to let him quit the competition, but they were adamant that he must at least try out. And to Till's surprise, he got accepted. This is just the first round, nothing to be afraid of. Just sing like how you have practiced with your vocal coach. He's not a very anxious person, but for the first time in years he actually feels nervous. I'm not nervous about singing in public, I've done that many times before. Not nervous about my skills, I know that I am at least a decent singer. So what am I nervous about? He wonders, racking his mind of his fears and precautions for the RAC. Till mindlessly clicks on the TV in his hotel room after he finishes getting ready and he is immediately reminded of why he's so nervous. Him. The first thing Till sees when the TV turns on is Ivan, his most skilled competitor. His current enemy.

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"Hey, grey-haired guy. What's your name?"

"Who's asking?" Till answered, half-ignoring the dark-haired man who was glaring at him.

"Ivan. And you?"

"Till. Are you trying out as well?"

"Yes, I expect myself to go very far in this competition."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"I've been singing since I was a child. Most people here have barely any experience singing.."

"Wow, looks like someone's ego is taking up all the space in this room with how big it is."

When Till said this in his head, it sounded a lot more bad-ass. This just sounded pitiful.

"Quite witty, aren't you? Well, may the best singer win."

"Good luck, Ivan. "

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Ever since that audition, Till's been itching to see him again. He desperately wants to embarrass him and take his giant-ass ego down a notch. However, he also fears his skill.. his voice is one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. It is so beautiful that it actually makes me livid. He doesn't deserve his voice. Anyone as hateful, disgusting, egotistical, snarky...kinda hot- what am I saying. He doesn't deserve to win. Till gives himself a small slap on the cheek to snap out of his ludicrous thoughts. Even though he doesn't believe in himself, he will do anything to make sure that Ivan does not win. Even if that means he needs to win, he will do.. anything.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

"Ready?" Mizi asks as she peeks thru the crack in the door. 

"I'm ready."

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After his performance of "Unknown," Till walks to the designated contestants lounge. To no surprise, he finds Ivan standing by the water jug, with a smug smile on his face as he glares at Till. 

"What do you want." Till says bluntly.

"Wow, you sure sounded amazing. Looks like I have some real competition." Ivan gives a half-witted smile.

"You flatter me. Your performance starts in 5, shouldn't you be out there already?" Till dramatically rolls his eyes, slouching and crossing his arms.

Ivan makes his way over to Till, standing about a foot from his face. Although there isn't much of a height difference between the two, Ivan leans down to the shorter man to stare into his light green eyes.

"Yes, but if I had already left, I wouldn't get to see your cute, pitiful face." 

Till spends a second staring at Ivan's gaze on him. Is it gaze of... hate? Lust? Envy? It's hard to tell, but no matter what, I don't like it. Till quickly shoved Ivan away from him, but he accidentally pushes with a bit too much force. He falls backwards dramatically, safely landing on the conveniently placed sofa behind him. Before Till can speak up and explain himself, security guards drag him away from the collapsed man.

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"I didn't mean to hurt him, he was just-"

"I don't want to hear it. No matter what your intention was, you hurt him. It's obvious that you two have some unresolved.. tension." Mizi glares Till down with an enraged look in her eyez.

"Hah.. no shit sherlock.." Till murmurs under his breath.

"What was that?" Mizi says angrily.

"Nothing."

"Good, because you need to not pick fights with your fellow contestants. It ruins your social image. If you have a bad reputation, the public won't vote for you."

"Okay, and how do you propose we fix that?" Till asks irritatingly.

CLICK!

Suddenly, Till heard the hotel room door close on the other side of the room. As he turns to see who it is, he lets out an annoyed groan. Till is met by Ivan and his manager, Sua, who happens to be dating Till's manager.

"You two need some alone time to talk through your conflict," Sua suggests, intertwining one of her hands with Mizi's, calming the pink-haired demon's rage.

"So.. what does that mean?" Ivan asks with a dumb expression.

"It means," Mizi stands up with a serious yet amused look on her face, "that you two will spend 10 minutes to an hour with each-other every day until the end of the competition. Hopefully you are both mature enough to spend this time talking through your issues instead of just insulting eachother."

"But-" Till is harshly cut off by Sua's loud and aggressive words. "No buts. This is happening whether you like it or not. If you two seem to start getting along, we will shorten your span of alone time. But starting today, you have an hour."

All of a sudden, Till is getting shoved into an extra bedroom in his and Mizi's hotel room, with Ivan following behind. Before he can bolt to the exit, Mizi slams the door and locks it from the outside.

"You've got to be kidding me." Till runs his fist down the door, defeated.

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Only 30 minutes have passed, yet it feels like I've spent an eternity stuck in this room with the man I hate most, Till thinks to himself. To no surprise, Ivan had not stopped talking for the entire half hour. After he was finished boasting about his skills, he began to flirt. 

"Your hair sure is beautiful. The way it glistens in the sunlight from the window, the tones of a shiny gray that compliments your skin tone.." Ivan turns to Till and leans down to caress Till's hair, but has his hand swatted away.

"Ugh, just stop talking. You don't have to pretend to like me, I know you just want to get out of here."

"You're right, I really want to get out of here-- with you." Ivan climbs onto the bed and sits next to the annoyed man.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't flustered... Till blushes to himself. He turns his face away to hide the fact that he's as red as a cherry tomato.

"What, are my pickup lines not good enough for you? Ugh, of course they aren't." Ivan dramatically throws up his hands and crosses his arms, turning away from Till.

"Excuse me?! Everything is 'good enough' for me. I am perfectly happy with what life hands me." Till whips back around and punches Ivan's shoulder.

"Oh come on, Till, stop being so full of yourself. We both know you can be selfish every now and then." Body still turned away, Ivan glances back over his shoulder at the so-called "selfish" man next to him.

"You're one to talk about being full of yourself. Also, who are you to say that I am selfish?! You don't even know me."

"And I don't intend on getting to know you." Ivan continues on, insulting him in a teasing way. Till can't help but stare at his face as he speaks, the way that the sunlight in the room hits all his features in the perfect, glistening way.. the way that his plump, soft lips move as he talks... Till finds himself wanting Ivan to just shut up, for him to collide his lips into his own, forcing him to bite his words back and embrace the gray hair beside him.

Fuck. 

Suddenly, Till is blushing even more than he was before. I'm not the kind of person who easily lusts over strangers like this, especially not over enemies. But.. I just can't help myself. Till bites his bottom lip as he studies Ivan's features, heart pounding against his chest.

"Till."

"Huh?" All of a sudden, Till is snapped back out of his daydreams.

"I asked, why are you so flushed.. are you enjoying my teasing?" Ivan's snaggletooth peeks out of his smirk, making the look that he's giving Till look even more devilish.

"Never, what do you take me for?" Till shamefully turns his face away from the other.

"Answer me then, why are you blushing?"

"No reason. Certainly not anything you need to hear about."

"Oh, I believe I do need to hear about this." Ivan inches closer to him and leans in, his leg brushing up against Till's. Fuck.. what is he doing.. I can't stop breathing hard.. Why is it so hot in here?

"What's wrong, Till? You seem.. nervous." Ivan carefully places his right hand on Till's chin, the other hand supporting him on the bed, and turns his head so that their faces are just inches apart. He tucks a clump of Till's hair behind his ear so that he can take in all of the beauty up close, no obstructions in the way.

"I'm alright.. I'm just red because I'm so.. angry with you?" That was a very, very obvious lie..

"Well, let me.. ease your anger." Ivan leans in, as if he is about to kiss the flushed man. Till closes his eyes and waits for their lips to clash, but they never meet.

"Hah, did you really think I was about to kiss you?" Ivan says with another devilish smirk.

I can't take it anymore.

"God, you're so gullible-" Till immediately grabs Ivan's jaw and kisses him, almost as if he's desperate to taste the devil's lips. Like he's been starved.

Ivan responds by grabbing Till's neck with his hands and pressing their lips together. He is just as eager to devour the other's lips, licking Till's bottom lip as he pushes him back onto the bed, laying him flat. He pulls their lips apart and doesn't waste any time. Ivan presses into Till's neck, sucking at his adam's apple. Till lets out a soft, involuntary moan, gripping the hair on the back of Ivan's neck and pulling him closer.

What am I getting myself into... I should stop. I mean- I hate Ivan. I shouldn't be enjoying this.  But he doesn't pull away. Instead, Till pulls him closer, shoving him onto his neck further. I want his kiss to leave a mark, I need a reminder of my bad decisions. I want him to kiss me so much and so hard that my entire neck bruises over. I want him to have all of me.

RING RING RING

Suddenly Ivan pushes off of Till and races to his feet, looking worried and guilty. As soon as Till hears footsteps coming towards our door, he understands why. He shoots to his feet as well. 

"1 hour is over, hope you two at least talked a little." Mizi says as she opens the door. 

"Uhm.. nope. Niether of us talked. He's still an egotistical idiot." Till spits out, half-joking.

"Yep, he's still ever so humble. I refused to talk to him." Ivan says, smirking and giving Till a wink as soon as Mizi looks away.

"Well, guess we'll have to do another 1 hour session tomorrow," Sua says as she enters the room and grabs Ivan by his ear, dragging him out of the hotel room.

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"Come on, Till. You couldn't at least try to sort it out? I'm disappointed in you."

"I know, Mizi. I'm sorry. Maybe tomorrow we'll talk."

"Well, you better. Your next performance is this Saturday, so you have 3 days until your duo performance with him."

"Wait- with him?! I thought I was going to be matched with someone else?"

"Well, whoever it was, got disqualified. Something about using autotune? Not sure, but your duo changed. Now it's Ivan."

"Ugh.. okay, I'll make more of an effort to be nice to him. For now I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, Till. Get some rest. Your next session is tomorrow in the evening."

"Goodnight, Mizi."

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What.

The.

Fuck.

You'd think I was a 30 year old virgin with how thirsty I was tonight. Rolling around in his bed, Till can barely get a wink of sleep. The images of Ivan staring into his soul, almost biting his neck, and winking at him with a flirtatious smirk on his face race through Till's mind. Till's not the type of person to have wet dreams, let alone wet daydreams. Part of him wants to tell Mizi what he did so that she can slap some sense into him.

After a restless hour in bed, Till crawls out of the covers and shamefully walks to the bathroom. He turns on the lights and stared at himself in the mirror. Goddamn, what in the ever living hell is wrong with me. What kind of slut am I? He turns on the tap water to its coldest temperature and splashes himself on the face, hoping for some kind of stop to hid dirty thoughts. When that doesn't work, he slaps himself as hard as possible. Even though it stings a bit, it does help Till calm himself. Right as he's about to turn the lights off and climb back into the hotel bed, he notices something strange on his neck. 

You absolute fucking idiot. There, on his neck, is two very obvious hickeys. That bastard Ivan didn't hold back at all. With much regret, he walks to his bed and face-plants into my pillows. Till feels far too tired to think of a way to cover these marks, so that will be a problem for tomorrow morning.

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The annoying buzz of his alarm clock drags him out of his slumber. Like clockwork, Mizi busts into his room and throws a pillow at his head, yelling at Till to wake up.

"Till, you can't afford to sleep in. It's already 9:00 and you need to practice."

"Fuck, God forbid a man get his beauty rest," he groans as he rubs his eyes.

"Cry me a river, get out of your bed and get dressed. I expect you in the kitchen ready to go in 15." Mizi slams his bedroom door behind her as she stomps away.

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Mizi and Till's relationship is.. complicated. They grew up as family friends and attended the same school. Naturally, Till took a liking to her. I mean, can you blame him? She's gorgeous, charismatic, and actually talked to Till as a kid. He spent his entire childhood and teen years pining over her. He savored every second they had together, yearning for even a slight chance that she may reciprocate the feelings he had for her. Unfortunately, Till never stood a chance. When he tried to confess at 16, he was hit with a harsh reality. 

"Mizi, can I tell you something?" Till asked sheepishly. They were loitering on an elementary school playground, sitting on the monkey bars as the sun went down.

"What a coincidence, I have something to confess as well!" Her cheerful tone and hopeful glance at Till made his heart skip a beat. "Why don't we say it at the same time?"

Her pink and blue hair swayed in the wind, the golden rays of sunlight hitting it perfectly. At that moment in time, she was the only thing in the world that Till could imagine loving.

"Alright.... 3.. 2.. 1.."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I think I'm a lesbian."

Till's stomach dropped so fast that he thought it was about to fall out of his ass. He must have passed out for a second, because next thing he knew he was on the ground underneath the monkey bars. His head throbbing and the world around him spinning, Till could barely comprehend what Mizi had just said. 

"Oh my God, are you alright?!" Mizi jumped down and raced to check on him, completely disregarding what he had confessed to her.

As soon as Till was back to his senses, they had a long discussion about their feelings. Even though it wrecked him, he truly wanted her to be happy in love without him. She apologized profusely for being lesbian, which made no sense. Why apologize for something you cannot control?

I still love her to this day, but my feelings have changed. We both grew as people and I realized that we were never meant to be. She views me as practically a brother to her, and she's like an idol to me. I admire her more than I admire anyone. My feelings of love shaped into veneration and respect. Our past does make it awkward sometimes, but we laugh it off and keep a professional friendship and relationship.

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Till pulls on a tight black turtleneck in an attempt to cover up his plethora hickeys. Luckily, it works and all traces of last night's events are hidden. I do have pretty sensitive skin and it's horribly itchy, but I'll have to survive. Till finishes getting ready and meets Mizi in the kitchen of their hotel room.

"A turtleneck? Really? It's 85 degrees out, Till. You're gonna burn up!" She scolds Till and thwacks his head with the newspaper she was reading.

"Ah, I'm just feeling a little chilly right now. I'll be fine. Let's go already," he groans, dragging her by her hair out the door.

The taxi waiting for them outside is... not the best ride. It has a dent in the front of the car that suggests the driver isn't the best at stopping in time, it desperately needs a wash, and it reeks of cigarette smoke, but with how busy the city is at this time, it's all we've got. Mizi and Till buckle in and she begins to go over his plan for the day.

"Okay, Sua and I planned out you and Ivan's schedules for practice today. To start, you two will just focus on getting the song memorized for about an hour. After that, you'll do some recordings together so we can evaluate at home what notes you need to work on. Then we'll go get a group lunch as the four of us and you'll be done for the day--" Till lets out a huge sigh, thinking she forgot about his little arrangement with Ivan each day.

"Not so fast, you two will have another session together around 8:00 tonight." Mizi smirks as his smile drops.

"What?! Why so late, why can't we just count lunch as our session today?" Till gripes and throws his head back obnoxiously, earning him a strange look from the taxi driver. He's already feeling overwhelmed with how hot it is in this car and now he's stressing about reliving last night's.. incident.

"Sua and I have our 6 month anniversary dinner tonight. We probably won't be done for a few hours, I booked a separate hotel room for our celebration, if you get what I mean," Mizi nudges his shoulder, giggling.

"Okay pervert, I don't need to know about your sex life. Who's to say I don't just kick Ivan out while you're gone?"

"I have access to the cameras outside your room. If it detects any motion earlier than an hour of your session, I'll be there in 5 to beat your ass. Don't ruin my date tonight with your pettiness." She bats Till on the temple with the clipboard that his schedule is on.

It's fine, Till concludes that he will just stay in his room and have Ivan sit in the kitchen the entire hour. I don't know, I just don't want to see his stupidly attractive face. Does this taxi have AC? It seems way too hot in here. Till can't seem to stop nervously fidgeting with his turtleneck.

"Are you listening? What's going on?" Mizi glares at Till as he yanks his turtleneck away from his neck in desperation for some cold air. "See, I told you it was hot outside, why do you never listen to-" a sharp gasp cuts off her words. Till looks to her puzzlingly, but then the dots connect like a constellation in his head and he feels like he could explode. "You- you and Ivan- hickeys- you whore!"

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I feel like a dog who just got caught chewing on its owner's slippers. My jaw slacks open and I try to speak, but the words don't come out. I just stare at Mizi as she judges me and pokes at my hickeys.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. Do you know how this will affect the competition?! It creates unwanted tension, a bad dynamic, and worst of all, if the fans see these, they will lose it! What has gotten into you?!" She hastily reaches into her bag and rips open a package of bandaids, hands opening and applying them to my neck faster than I can even reply.

"Uhm- I don't know," I run my hands through my hair and facepalm in shame. "I hate him, I swear! I just- his stupid face- it just kind of.. happened."

My face is burning up in embarrassment. My mind races with the image of his face in the bedroom light, him pinning me to the bed, the feeling of his lips on mine, the pain of him biting and sucking at my neck. The hair on the back of my neck stands up along with something else. 

"I am so disappointed in you! This was supposed to stay strictly professional! I cannot believe that you-" her eyes widen and she suddenly stops talking like a lightbulb went off in her head. She mumbles something to herself and then whips her head to look into my eyes and grabs my burning red cheeks.

"Wait. You guys got along. You kissed. We could use this..." she strokes her chin like an evil villain plotting the end of the world.

"Yes... a romance between contestants.. hatred turned love.. enemies to lovers... this could buy us votes from the crowd..." Mizi opens her phone and types something into her notes app hurriedly.

"Okay... a duet... a fan meet.. public declaration of love.. a kiss in the finale.." As soon as I see her start to dial Sua's number, I slap the phone out of her hand.

"Mizi, no! You've got it all wrong. Yes, we made out. But- it wasn't romantic at all! It was- uhm.. I don't even know. It was like hatred? Lust? Whatever. We can't tell anyone about this, let alone the whole world." I huff out the words, still tugging at my itchy turtleneck that's driving me insane.

"Fuck, why do you have to think with your dick! If you two actually liked each other, this would be different! You could show off the hickeys! But now we'll have to cover them up." Mizi frowns at me in disappointment, picking her phone back up and checking for any cracks.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'll only wear things that cover my neck until they fade. Or you could put makeup over them?"

"Ew no, I'm not wasting my concealer on you. Plus, it wouldn't be the right shade for you anyway. Just endure the itchiness and wear turtlenecks or scarves."

The car thumps to a stop and the driver sticks his palm out in front of Mizi, seemingly wanting the fee. Mizi puts a 20 in his hand and drags me out of the cab by my ear, slamming the car door behind me. We walk into a studio with a few recording rooms and a lounge in the middle of them, Ivan and Sua waiting on the couch. Sua jumps up and squeezes Mizi, earning her a pick up and spin from my manager. I give Mizi a death glare when she looks my way to remind her to keep her mouth shut. Out of the corner of my eye I see the person I was dreading to see again.

"Aww, why the long face, Till? You look better when you smile, try it for once." Ivan smirks, his cursed snaggletooth peeking out from his lips in a way that brings heat to my stomach. Thats the same tooth that just last night was digging into my neck.

"Good morning to you too, Ivan. Shouldn't you be practicing already? Stop wasting your pretty voice on me." I did not need to add the pretty comment. I only notice after I've said it and Ivan chuckles.

"Oh, pretty huh? You flatter me." He stands up and walks towards me, looming over in his platform sneakers. He leans down and begins to whisper into my ear.

"Can't wait to make music with you, Till." I feel his breath hitch on my neck.

"Too bad, you'll have to wait until our duet on stage." I turn my head away from his to hide the crimson blush infecting my face.

"Oh, I meant tonight. I'm sure I'll make you sing then," he winks at me and gleefully walks into a recording room, holding the door as Sua follows behind him.

Okay, I may be a pervert. I swear if I wasn't in public right now, I would have finished on the spot after his last comment.

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I chug down water as Mizi cheers, "Woohoo! We can finally go to lunch, I'm starving. Sua, you got us a reservation for four at that one italian place, right?" She throws her arms around Sua and guides her to the door, Ivan and I following. Our recording session was nothing notable, just us learning the lyrics and making sure we can hit the right notes. Mizi waves down a taxi and we begin to climb in, but I soon realize that the back of the cab can only fit 3 people. Mizi and Sua are oblivious to the issue, chatting excitedly about their plans for tonight. Ivan, however, is sitting in the seat closest to me, smirking and patting his leg.

"Sit down, it's just a 5 minute drive." Ivan spreads his legs and signals for me to sit on his lap.

"No way, it's not safe?! I won't have a seatbelt.." A seatbelt is the least of my worries right now. I'm just trying to think of any excuse for me to not get in this taxi.

Next thing I know, Ivan pulls me in by the waist and plops me directly onto his lap, slamming the car door and whispering so close to my ear that his lips brush my earring, "It's okay, I'll hold on tight. Just sit back and.." he squeezes my waist down onto his, "relax." I am eternally grateful that I wore baggy jeans today because the boner I have is horrific. Ivan knows what he's doing. He can see that the nape of my neck is bright red. He can tell that I am fisting into my pants to try and get a grip. It is taking every ounce of restraint in me to not rip this man's pants off right here, right now. 

The next 5 minutes are agony. Ivan's teasing is relentless, stirring up not only anger in me but lust. The second we pile out of the cab and into the restaurant, I walk as fast as possible directly to the bathroom. I slam the door behind me a little bit louder than intended and grip the sink in front of me. What is wrong with me. I barely know this guy and here I am getting hot and heavy over the slightest touch.. this is dangerous. I splash my face with water and wince at the freezing temperature, but it helps to cool my red-hot face. As I'm washing my face, I hear the door open behind me. I don't pay it any mind since I'm a little busy, but as soon as the culprit walks in, I recognize his footsteps. I whip around, water dripping from my chin, to face Ivan.

"What do you need?! Haven't you caused me enough trouble as it is?" I step forward and grab the collar of his loose black button down, pulling his face down to mine. "Seriously, what do you want from me?!" I'm almost yelling, obviously agitated.

Ivan, still smiling, says with a devious tone, "I'm here to help with your... trouble. After all, I'm the one who started it, so it only makes sense that I'm the one to finish it, hm?" His hands make their way to my waist, closing the gap between us. I can feel every inch of his body, especially the inches that are standing upright. 

"You..!" I groan as he pulls me in again, making even more friction than before. "We're in a public bathroom, can't you wait til tonight? I can deal with this alone. You can't even see it in my jeans." I pull back from him and look down to my pants, and as I guessed, you can barely tell. Sure theres a little bump, but it looks normal in a pair of baggy jeans. 

Ivan sighs and runs his hands through his hair, sweeping it away from his face. "You're no fun, god forbid a man want a little dessert before his meal." He slinks back on the wall, moping. Did he just call my dick a dessert? Nevermind, that's not what's important right now. 

"Speaking of meals, we need to get back out there before our waiter arrives to take our orders. Come on, if you can sit through lunch without any funny business then I'll consider your offer for tonight."

I once again grab his collar and yank him out of the bathroom, shamefully walking with him to the booth where Mizi and Sua are sitting side by side. For some reason, this feels like the "Walk Of Shame" that people take after a one night stand. We slide into the booth and browse the menus.

I end up ordering chicken alfredo, the only thing that I know all Italian restaurants have. When I was supposed to be reading the menu like I said, I was too distracted by Ivan's thigh pressed against mine and him trying to play footsies. I stepped on his toes so hard that I swear I saw a single tear run down his cheek.

tbc im tired and karma comes out in 40 minutes so im gonna power nap and finish this later

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hey guys so just a lil update im changing everything to 3rd person because i realized that 1st person looks weird. so yea enjoy that! also new chapter will be out soon yayaya