My universe {IvanTill}

Miss me?

TW: Fluff fluff fluff lol oh and a bit of violence

Hyuna's point of view:

Hyuna finds herself into a bright room, furnished with manifold mirrors and elegant sculptures sitting proudly on the dusty shelves. Everything had a soft brush of gold, giving off the impression that their owner has already been declared as the winner of Alien Stage. Hyuna scoffs mockingly and consumes the room with her gaze, searching for Luka's irritating presence.

Suddenly, a tight grip on her wrist pulls her back. A whisper follows: ''I knew you'd come back''.

That whisper was enough not only to send cold shivers down her spine, but to activate the brain to show her a memory from the past.Hyuna doesn't hesitate. She turns around, releasing herself from Luka's grip and in an insane speed lands her gun barrel on the man's face. Luka lets out a groan before wiping the blood that had started streaming down his lips, the result of a broken nose. However, Hyuna doesn't consider giving him a break. She pushes the man by his now blood-stained white collar on the nearest wall and then locks her forearm on his neck, while she presses the gun barrel on his left rib.

Luka's grin intrigues her.

''Listen now. You have two options. Option one: You cooperate with us to get the fuck out of here. Option two: I kill you right here, right now just like...''

''I did to your little brother?'', Luka arrogantly interrupts Hyuna's threatening speech.

The woman goes expressionless, while the man's grin widens.

''Hit a nerve? Tsshh, Hyuna relax, you are hurting me'', he complains right after the rebel applied more pressure on his ribcage.

''Choose'', was the only word that flew through Hyuna's lips, filled with viciousness.

''Fine, fine, I will join your pathetic little club'', he exclaimed, rolling his golden eyes.

Hyuna walks away satisfied.

''Either way, I would have won.'', comes the statement from the golden haired man, resulting to Hyuna's disgusted grimace.

Luka chuckles. ''What? You don't believe that the man who barely slipped through death's embrace could possibly defeat me, right?''

The woman turns to face Luka wide eyed.

''What?''

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Till's point of view:

Ivan's room could be characterized as total darkness. The only source of ominous light was coming from a lamp placed on a desk, spreading its ocean blue emission on the wooden surface. Till made his way to the desk, not even wondering why his friend's stuff had remained untouched since his death. 

Till stroke the wood gently and gazed Ivan's belongings. Books. Lots of books. However, what captured his gaze was a piece of paper that protruded in the stack of books. He pulled it out and almost fainted on the view of the drawing. Now Till was looking at a pair of emerald green eyes glancing back at him.