Ivan's inexplicable fascination for you had turned into fondness over the years. He loved you so much he'd die for you. Alas, the feeling wasn't mutual. You only had eyes for Mizi. You liked a girl.. and Ivan wasn't a girl. Despite how badly it hurt, Ivan had come to accept that.

It was past midnight when the doorbell rang. Ivan reluctantly got up and made his way down the stairs to open the door. To his suprise, he found you standing on the doorstep. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"You're drunk." Ivan remarked simply. "How was Mizi's party?" He asked in a tone he wanted casual. Ivan knew he should be happy for you, instead of selfishly being jealous of Mizi.