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Goddamnit.
He couldn’t help it. The feelings in his chest were suffocating.
Ivan watched as the man in front of him shakily stood back up, holding his stomach as golden eyes pierced through him, the corners of his lips curving into a weak smirk.
Why was he feeling this way? It was scary. Terrifying. His mind was bubbling with thoughts, thoughts that he couldn’t comprehend, thoughts that he himself couldn’t decipher.
“Are you done weeping?”
A soft, simple question escaped Luka’s lips.
Ivan blinked once, then twice, not processing his words. He felt a cold, slender hand cup his now dripping wet cheek, a thumb wiping away the tears falling from his eyes. When was he this close? He didn’t notice.
The beautiful blonde was smiling down at him, a hypnotizing look in his eyes. The hand that was cupping his cheek travelled to his nape, tilting his head up. Arms pulled Ivan close, hot breath hitting his face.
“You’re an ugly crier.” He whispered with a somewhat mocking tone, the other hand gently caressing his cheek. His words were a stark contrast from his actions. It confused Ivan.
He let out a shaky exhale that he didn’t know he was holding in.
“Give Till back,” Ivan breathed out. Those eyes that were as black as coal looked up at Luka, tears that he couldn’t control continuously falling down his face. The blonde chuckled, tilting his head as he wiped away Ivan’s tears.
“It’s not my choice. He’s dead, anyway.”
He hummed, before letting go of him completely, taking a few steps back with a carefree look on his face. God, that look made Ivan want to punch him in the gut again. Why couldn’t he save him? Why wasn’t Luka the one who died, instead?
“You’re looking at me like you want me dead,” he pouts, the smirk on his face widening. “It’s somewhat endearing.”
The way he spoke those words, it pissed Ivan off, so bad. Glaring at him, he took a few steps forward, grabbing him by the collar, pulling him up to his level to make eye contact. Luka’s feet could barely reach the ground now, golden eyes widening in surprise.
“I’ll kill you.” He threatened, cursing underneath his breath. The smirk on Luka’s face, however, did not fade. It instead widened, an almost manic look on his face. He let out a snort, not budging from Ivan’s grip.
“I’d like to see that.” Luka snapped back.
The fist that was clenching his shirt tightened, Ivan’s face leaning down closer as his eye twitched. How was someone this annoying?
If looks could kill, Luka’s head would probably have been chopped off by now. Luka’s breathing was slightly ragged from the tight hold on his shirt, the back of his collar pressing into his nape almost painfully.
Though, there was a small part of him that couldn’t help but enjoy this situation he was put in.
His pale skin was dusted in a shade of light pink. Ivan noticed. He brushed it aside, the tears that were sliding down his cheeks were already long gone. One day, he thought to himself— he would forget how to cry.
“I won’t apologize for this,” Ivan’s attention returned to Luka, before his eyes widened in pure shock as the blonde smashed his lips onto Ivan’s, successfully making the black-haired man let go of him.
The kiss was less than a second, Luka stumbling back with a smile on his lips. Ivan stood there, stunned at the sudden action. Maybe he shouldn’t have even approached him at all.
But yet, there was a small feeling in him— something he barely experienced, only when he saw Till. He knew what it was, but he’d never bother with that feeling, never did he ever try to grasp it, to truly love .
Maybe, just maybe, he’d finally take what he wanted, today.