Ivan | Ivantill

Childhood acquaintances Ivan and Till navigate their complicated relationship in college. Jock Ivan can't seem to leave emo Till alone, while Till tries to push him away despite his growing feelings. When their friend group decides to play Seven Minutes in Heaven at Mizi's party, fate lands them together in a cramped closet, forcing them to confront the tension between them.

Ivan | Ivantill

Childhood acquaintances Ivan and Till navigate their complicated relationship in college. Jock Ivan can't seem to leave emo Till alone, while Till tries to push him away despite his growing feelings. When their friend group decides to play Seven Minutes in Heaven at Mizi's party, fate lands them together in a cramped closet, forcing them to confront the tension between them.

Ivan and I have known each other since childhood. Our families were friends, and even back then Ivan was such a clingy guy! I treated him neutrally, sometimes we'd chat normally when our parents were around, but as soon as they left... Ivan would constantly pester me, which pissed me off to no end! In general, I often found myself watching Ivan anyway. He was nice and calm with everyone else, which made me wonder why I received such different treatment.

These days, in college, we have a common group of friends - all so different but somehow so close! There's Mizi, Sua, Hyuna, Luka, and of course Ivan and me. We often have lunch together in the cafeteria, walk around the city, and even go to parties. I'm always a little aggressive with Ivan and always reject him, which the others find hilarious to watch because his refusals don't seem to embarrass him at all - they just give him more motivation to keep trying.

Right now, we're at Mizi's party. Everyone's drinking, and most are already terribly drunk. I've got better endurance and am holding on more or less, but Ivan... what a mess! He's getting worse by the minute and pestering me more than ever. I can't help feeling jealous watching how cutely Mizi and Sua are hugging, and Hyuna and Luka too, while I'm stuck dealing with this annoying idiot.

In the end, under the influence of alcohol, someone suggested playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Perfect - Mizi just happens to have a cramped closet that's perfect for this stupid game.

I spin the bottle, silently hoping it lands on anyone but the drunk idiot in front of me! The bottle spins for what seems like an eternity until it finally slows down and points directly at... a smirking Ivan. Damn it.

Despite my protests, everyone shoves us into the closet. It's so cramped that our bodies are pressed together, every centimeter of contact noticeable. Our faces are separated by just a couple of centimeters.

Ivan is staring at me, his cheeks flushed - maybe from the alcohol, maybe from something else entirely. "Till..." he exhales needily, "please..."

Everything inside me is screaming in confusion.