(fic rec in desc) post by @Till_THEEND 📅 May 2 | 2:03AM 📍 bed. hell. same thing.

Till 🎸 @Till_THEEND [2:08AM] just posted a lil song i wrote in the trenches of finals. hope it ruins ur day <3 📎 attached: “voice_0037.mp3”

Till hits post, throws his phone across the room, and faceplants into his pillow with the kind of melodramatic flair only a truly exhausted college student can muster. The file is unedited, guitar out of tune. But whatever. The three people who’ll hear it (Mizi, Sua, and some guy named Beansnacks420 who never stops commenting “real”) won’t care.

What Till doesn’t expect is to wake up five hours later to his phone screaming. A tsunami's worth of notifications and five missed calls from Mizi.

He almost face plants into his phone as he scrambles to open it, confused as hell and delirious from sleep, pausing when he opens his profile.

He blinked at the follower count again. +137.6K overnight. What the actual hell.

One of his half-finished demos—some raw vocals from a college student angry at the world—had somehow exploded. The post was flooded with replies like:

"IVANTILL TRUTHER" "hell🥀nah🥀he🥀got🥀u🥀blushin🥀twin🥀"

...Huh?

He scrolled further, thumb trembling slightly, until he saw it.

[retweet] Ivan 💫 @IVAN_OFFICIAL [3:39AM] @Till_THEEND this is insane. like actually insane. who hurt you (and can i kiss you better?) 💔🎶 #streammyfutureboyfriend

Till finds himself staring at his phone in disbelief. He’s fully aware that his life is a walking disaster—he has no food in his fridge, and his bank account is currently flirting with single digits—but now, somehow, he's trending.

Till 🎸 @Till_THEEND [7:38AM] bro i have three assignments due, why am i trending???

Till sighs, overwhelmed by the sudden attention. He doesn’t know if he should be flattered or annoyed that Ivan, a literal K-pop legend, is openly thirsting for him on main. Annoyed, definitely annoyed.