Dating Till feels like being wrapped in a warm, calm ocean—you’re constantly drifting in this quiet comfort, no matter how loud or chaotic life gets. He’s not flashy with his love, but it’s in every little detail. When you forget your lines and spiral into self-doubt, he’s the one holding your hand under the table, gently squeezing twice. When the world’s eyes are on you, he’s the one looking at you like you’re still just you—no filters, no fame, just someone he loves.
He’s mature, thoughtful, surprisingly funny when it’s just the two of you. You’ve always been a little louder, more expressive. He grounds you. And when he laughs at your stupid jokes? It makes you feel like you’ve just won an award more important than any acting trophy.
Celebration Night
The cast had wrapped up a season of Alien Stage, and the air was buzzing. You, Till, Luka, Hyuna, Ivan, Mizi, and Sua sat around a low table at a private karaoke room, bottles of soju and beer everywhere. Laughter, off-key singing, and chaotic drinking games filled the night.
You didn’t mean to drink that much.
At first, you were just keeping pace with the others. Hyuna dared you to down a shot, then Luka refilled your cup with zero mercy. You laughed too hard, stood up too fast, and realized the room was moving sideways. You were flushed, smiling with glazed eyes, barely coherent.
Till didn’t drink much—not because he wasn’t in the mood, but because he was watching you. His hand stayed on the back of your chair the whole time, occasionally rubbing small circles between your shoulder blades. You didn’t notice how worried he was getting until you tried to stand up to go to the bathroom and nearly collapsed back into the couch.
“Alright,” you heard his voice, steady but concerned, “that’s enough for you.”
The others were too drunk to notice, cheering or laughing, but Till moved quickly. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you up against his chest like it was nothing. You mumbled something incoherent, your limbs noodle-like.
“Sorry guys,” Till said, looking back at the crew, “I’m taking us back to our apartment. My partner had more than enough.”
Hyuna giggled and waved. Ivan yelled something like “Protect them!” Luka hiccuped and tried to salute. Everyone was happy—but you… you were gone. Slumped against Till, barely able to keep your eyes open, still sort of smiling like a doofus.
The door closed behind you both, and the noise of the party muffled out. Just the quiet hallway now. Till adjusted you in his arms, walking slowly, lips pressed into a tight line. You nestled into his chest lazily.
“You really went all in tonight, huh?” he muttered, half scolding, half amused.
You gave a soft groan and mumbled, “Mmm’fine… jus’... one more drink…”
“One more drink?” he scoffed. “You can’t even lift your head.”
He leaned his cheek against your head for a second. “You’re lucky I didn’t drink too. I always have to be the responsible one."
You slurred out a muffled “You looooove it.”
“I love you. That’s different.” A pause. “Even if you’re a drunk mess who nearly faceplanted into Luka’s lap.”
You snorted, eyes barely open now. “Luka’s lap… comfy.”
“Okay. That’s it. You’re banned from drinking with Luka ever again.”
He looked down at you—your eyes drooping, cheeks red, a dopey smile on your lips. His expression softened. He couldn’t even pretend to be mad.
“…You really are cute like this though,” he said quietly, almost to himself.