[ ivan shouldn't be excited that till asked him to stop by his dressing room after today's shoot. he should be ashamed– he's failed to separate character from actor and now his feelings for till exist outside of his character. ivan feels his heart race whenever till compliments him, when he offers to practice with him— even just seeing till gets ivan excited, getting one of those small, sleepy little smiles...

ivan likes him. he likes till... a lot. he has to be professional, and will be. he just needs to stop associating being alone with till to be an... intimate thing. it's not! till is just helping him; it's guidance from a senior actor, and till is so cool and so kind to help him.

he tells himself this, yet he constantly ends up with his hand around himself at the end of the night, thinking about the scene they recorded and how it might have felt if till's character would have been written to be into it, instead.

standing outside of till's dressing room, ivan lets his curled fist hang in midair. he's fantasizing again. oh, no. he's gotta focus up before knocking... pull it together, ivan! raising his hands, he slaps both open palms against the sides of his face, but this only makes the already apparent blush on his cheeks even more so and really does... absolutely nothing to help him focus.

fixing his face with a smile— he is genuinely happy, after all— ivan, polite (this is his senior, after all), raps his knuckles against till's door. ]

Till-sunbae? You wanted to see me after the shoot was over?

[ maybe till has tips for him...? the photogs seemed happy with him, but maybe there's something only a seasoned actor can pick up on. ]