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For Ivan, music has become so bland. He compares it to being on the beach, and watching the waves, you’ve watched them so many times before. Hearing the sound of the water pushing and pulling along the shore. But, as time goes on, everyday you come to the beach to listen to the waves. But today, they make no sound anymore.
The calmness you felt becomes dull and empty. Now, forced to stare at soundless waves that continue to push back and forth. It’s not the same.
It’s nothing like before.
That’s the life of an idol. Repeating the same song and dance everyday like a puppet has made melodies and lyrics feel bitter. It’s like biting into an apple expecting a sweet taste, but only receiving a bitter taste that lingers in the mouth.
“Come on dude!”
“Hurry up, before we get caught”
Ivan rolled his eyes, hands stuffed in his pockets as he quickly followed Acorn and Marty down the musky alley. The faint sound of American pop music echoed from the busy streets downtown. The lingering smell of garbage from the rotting dumpsters made Ivan hold his breath for a few moments, until he was out.
“Thought you said you could handle this. Already sleepy, little prince?” Marty chuckled, playfully pushing Ivan’s head down.
Ivan fixed his hoodie, looking around subconsciously to see if anybody saw his face. “Aren’t we supposed to be careful?”
Marty grinned, stepping forward next to Acorn.
“Uhh we are being careful. It’s dark out!— and it’s 11 PM. Everyone here is drunk out of their minds. We're the most sober— I’m the most sober here”
Acorn— who was typing away on his phone, hunched over, he scoffed “the most sober ones here is an understatement. You had one shot and you almost tripped over air a few times.”
“Hey! It was a roach! I swear I saw a huge roach! The flying ones!!” Marty barked back, practically shouting at this point.
“Do you ever shut up?” Acorn jabbed.
Ivan looked around subtly, watching as neon flashing lights lit the streets, food vendors shouting orders, street performers dancing along to famous K-pop songs which crowded the streets even more. Not to mention drunk people laughing too loudly as they passed by. With each person who looked his way, Ivan instinctively looked down, hiding behind Acorn and Marty. Acorn glanced back at Ivan.
Ivan’s skin shivered against the cold air, why did he even agree to this stupid outing. His schedule’s been crazy packed with dance rehearsals, scheduled group interviews and group live streams for their fans. And most of all his stomach hurts since he hasn’t eaten since this morning. Not to mention the glances from strangers that pass by.
As much as Ivan is upset Marty dragged him along— it’s not like he has anything better to do. Ivan’s had terrible sleeping problems since he was a kid. He finds it difficult to sleep without a body next to him. Which is why often when he was a child, he would sleep with his mother and father. And when they left for business trips he would sleep in the same bed with his nanny.
But now, as a 19 year old idol who lives in a house with his 4 other roommates and fellow idols, it’s not like he’s going to ask them to sleep with him.
“Ya know, you’re way taller Ivan. I don’t think hiding behind us will do much” Marty snickered.
Acorn groaned “will you shut up man? If we get found out I’ll tell Luca you dragged me into this”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to tag along with us” Marty fell behind Acorn next to Ivan, he put his arm around the taller one's neck, dramatically panning his hand out “I just wanted to show my cute maknae around the city late at night! Since he’s never been to Seoul”
Ivan huffed “I don’t really care. The label is going to throw us to another city after we finish the new album anyways. What’s the point in getting familiar with this place?”
Marty groaned, pulling Ivan in closer, causing him to tip over a bit, stuttering as he hunched down to Marty’s level. “So? Doesn’t that make it even better? New bars.. new clubs.. and new people to meet every night. And the best part of all— everyone’s so drunk they won’t even remember our faces!” Marty said, flipping his hair out of his face with his hand.
“That sounds so creepy man..” acorn said with a disgusted look on his face
“H-hey! Okay, I didn’t mean it like THAT— I-I just meant mingling with drunk strangers won’t out us!” Marty stuttered, swishing his hands around animatedly. “They won’t know who we are!”
Ivan sighed, why did he agree to this again? His snaggle tooth toyed with his bottom lip as he thought. He’s been cooped up in that studio for weeks now, trying to perfect the new choreography for their up and coming music video.
The life of an idol is difficult. And it’s not like he wanted this. It’s something his parents wanted.
“Black H4rt” a male K-pop group consisting of 5 members. Luca, Hyunwoo, Marty, Acorn and Ivan. They only debuted a year ago, but the popularity of this group has skyrocketed. Their debut album had reached the top 10 music charts in Korea and America as well.
Their debut song “An Idols World” was a song luca wrote. A song about the life of an idol. The lifestyle may seem desirable, and it’s usually sugar coded as sunshine and rainbows. Luca is someone who knows that more than anybody.
Marty, Acorn and Ivan had debuted together from the same training academy. While Luca and Hyunwoo had already been in the industry for years.
The fame had been overwhelming. Ivan had been able to keep a quiet and composed facade during the whole year of interviews, performances and live events such as meet and greets. But he was afraid he would ruin everything that they've built. So everything he did had to be perfect— from vocals, choreography to interview moments— it goes so far that Marty and Acorn so much as call Ivan “nochallant asf” whatever that means.
Marty pulls Ivan along into another alley. Acorn leads the way and opens a door to a back entrance of a random building.
“Hey, I never asked— but where are we going?” Ivan said with a blank expression on his face. Snapped out of his day dream.
Acorn looked at Ivan and mischievously grinned “isn't it obvious? We're sneaking into a bar.”
Which gave Ivan the chills because he's never seen Acorn smile before— even a fake one.
“But you're already pretty old I'm sure they'd let you in the front.” Ivan said without a beat. Marty covered his mouth, snickering as they walked inside quickly
The guys met with a long and shady hallway with a dim light at the end. Music lulling the group closer. There were a few doors to the sides.
One door had a female bathroom sign, the other said male, and a facility one, and another door across the bathrooms that didn't have any sort of symbol on it.
Acorn flinched at Ivan's words “brat, it's for you! You're only 19! We need to sneak you in or they'll turn us away”
Ivan followed,“Okay, why a bar then?” Truth be told, Ivan really didn't want to be here.
He let Marty drag him along because he kept bothering him, but seriously why did Ivan agree to this.
“Clubs are more crowded and filled with creeps who just wanna get their freak on. We're here to have a good time. Besides, they have a stage here” Acorn said.
Marty raised an eyebrow “uhh, ya planning to perform or something? Listen Acorn, this isn't your main character moment. You're not exactly solo star material man.”
“Found this place online— shut up—” Acorn barked “local bands or artists come to play here often. Thought we could check it out”
Once they reached the end of the hall Ivan lifted his head– a large stage stood at the end of the room. The floor was made of shiny black marble and a fancy large chandelier hung from the ceiling. The place was relatively packed but the lights were dim, it was difficult to see anything except the spotlight shining over the empty stage. Neon lights plastered on the walls and floors mostly for decoration. The open bar was decorated with Christmas lights and little Santa figures sitting next to the drinks— one Santa figure was even holding a beer. (Even though it’s only September). The place gave a very modern and noir theme to it.
“Hm” Ivan hummed as he looked around “looks.. nice.”
“‘Course it does. I was the one who took us here.” Acorn said as he walked by. “I’m getting a beer, ‘You guys want anything?”
Ivan shook his head “No—— do they serve food at bar’s?”
Marty groaned dramatically “we’re not here for food—— if we were we would have gone to a restaurant. We’re here to drinnnkkk” Marty whined “I’ll get you a beer”
Acorn fell into step with Marty “I’ll come too”
Ivan reached his hand out a bit as he watched Marty and Acorn walk away to the bar. They don’t even have hoodies on—— how can they be so calm about this? Meanwhile Ivan was internally freaking out. He sat down on a random chair, one leg shaking. He has the perfect view of the stage. But nobody was performing.
………
It’s been about 10 minutes, Marty and Acorn are still nowhere to be seen. Ivan’s kinda freaking out now but standing up and losing this perfect sitting spot would be a shame. He sighed softly, throwing one leg over the other—— dozing off as he stared into the nothingness.
“Hello everyone” a voice, loud and clear, echoed throughout the building. Most of the chatter settled down after that.
Ivan snapped out of his daydream, lifting his head up and tiled it slightly. His eyes widened once he laid his eyes on the man on stage.
“My name is Till, I go by the stage name *Unkn0wn*”
Ivan let out a soft exhale hearing the man speak.
Holy crap.. he’s so hot..
He had messy gray hair that swooped against his face—— he looked like one of those actors in an early 2000s movie with raunchy jokes and terrible humor—— especially with that black messy eyeliner smudged like he did it with his eyes closed.
He carried an electric guitar cradled against his broad chest— his veiny hands clung to the guitar's head and the other held onto the neck, softly strumming the strings back and forth. Ivan couldn’t seem to look away, his eyes focused on the black nail polish mostly scratched off on his nails.
He wore a black and white beanie but it didn’t do wonders to hide that obvious bed head. There were pins clipped onto the beanie that caught Ivan’s attention, but they were far too small for him to try and figure out what they were. Ivan’s eyes slid down to Till’s outfit— he wore a black choker with spikes on it. Like the kind teenagers buy from hot topic. A black tank top with a simple skull in the middle hung on his frame—— not exactly too muscular but not scrawny either.
baggy alternative jeans clung to the guys hips. They were low.. grey.. and obviously worn out. That's most likely the only pair he owns.
“This is an original song I wrote, it’s called *Ruined Till The End”
Till's voice pulled Ivan out of his pathetic daydream. He flinched slightly and looked back up to focus on till—— like actually this time.. not just admiring him.
“Ruined till the end” Ivan repeated curiously, the name was a bit corny but it was clever to put his own name into the song. Ivan rested his head on one hand and watched as Till scrambled to tune his guitar strings quickly. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes.
The music started pouring out of him
Undying flame
Until the end of my days
My flame, forever it burns but I can’t feel a thing
I have scars you left behind
My imperfections made you look perfect
Guess that’s what you wanted
Too bad that you’re jaded
The sun sets as my flame begins to die
I hope to leave scars on your body on a place you won’t ever get to hide
Ivan’s eyes widened, and for a moment it felt like he had entered through the gates of heaven. Even though he has never believed in any sort of god, it felt like one was sitting right in front of him.
The way he strummed the guitar in tune with his melodic voice. raspy, rough—— voice cracks placed in a calculated way. He used the perfect amount of power that it wasn’t overwhelming. Ivan gulped, looking around the whole audience was enhanced in tills performance. Not one bit of chatter. Just pure respect for the man playing right in front of them. Ivan felt the exact same way. He’s never felt such a flutter in his chest for music before.
Usually, he gets tired of listening to music since in the studio the producers replay their songs time and time again to get the perfect pitches or choreography just right. Music has become so bland and boring to Ivan. No matter the different genres or artists—— he can’t seem to like it as much anymore. It lost it’s sweetness.
Until now
After the performance, Ivan was left speechless, his eyes sparkled with a dreamy half lidded gaze in them. Maybe it was from the sleepiness catching up to him— or maybe the fact that he hasn’t eaten anything since that morning—— but Ivan has never felt so… curious before
The smile on Till’s face was shy but grateful as everyone in the audience clapped for him. One hand ran his fingers through his hair, while the other hand waved to the audience.
“Thank you, and please follow my social media account. More of my original work is there. Follow on my social media handle; @Unk0wn_Till.3nd” Till gave the audience an awkward but proud look. He stood up and walked off stage. He headed straight down and disappeared somewhere where Ivan couldn’t follow with his eyes.
Ivan wanted to so badly follow till but he knows how creepy that would be. A spark lit in his head as he went on social media to follow the man’s account. There… he found it.
A social media account with only a handful of posts— all of them plugging in Till’s original songs. Pictures of him playing or strumming the guitar. Along with selfies with different alternative outfits. He had about 2K followers. Which sounds like a large amount but for the music industry that’s pretty insignificant.
Ivan couldn’t help but snoop through the artist's account—— looking through his followers list. A part of Ivan’s ego wanted Till to follow his K-pop groups account, so if he was a fan it would be less awkward to introduce himself out of the blue. But he didn’t… in fact the only types of bands that were there were alternate bands—— ranging from indie rock, grunge, punk, and a lot of garage bands that only had a few hundred followers.
“Woaaah sorry to keep you waiting” a familiar voice shot out of nowhere, startling Ivan and causing him to almost drop his phone. He looked to Marty and Acorn who slid into the seats across from Ivan.
“Took you long enough…” Ivan grumbled, rolling his eyes, his snagged tooth nibbling on his bottom lip subconsciously.
Marty huffed, crossing his arms “Listen, I worked my ass off to get these drinks! The lines were long!! And the bar tender was being difficult so I——
“He fell and spilled our drinks the first time. He had to go to the restroom to clean up, and then he ordered the drinks again. But when we were on our way back he realized he forgot his wallet so he ran back” acorn said with a monotone, sipping his alcoholic drink.
Marty’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. He flipped his head over to Acorn who turned his head away “HEY! I said not to snitch!!”
“I never agreed”
“Now our maknae is NEVER going to think I’m cool!!!” Marty whined
“He never did anyways”
“WILL YOU SHUUUT UUUP”
“You’re the one yelling Marty”
Marty and Acorn's conversation began to slowly fade off into the background as Ivan stared down into his alcoholic beverage, following the spiraling ice around with his eyes. At that moment he heard a chuckle—— he turned his head to see the musician from earlier had left for the restroom.
Ivan’s eyes widened, he stood up, his hands slamming onto the table— which startled Marty and acorn, their conversation stopping momentarily.
“Hey, what’s up?” Acorn asked curiously “not like the drink or something?”
“Hey I paid for that!! You better be grateful!” Marty barked
“Idiot. That came from our company card. All you did was waste money by dropping the first drinks.”
“Are you using your humor to cope with how short you are?” Ivan said with his usual unsettling smile.
“H—hey!!” Marty shouted as Ivan quickly took off— his continuous whiny yelling faded out as Ivan made his way down the stairs and across the hall to the restroom. Ivan wanted to take this opportunity to maybe build up the courage to talk to Till.
Maybe
………
The worst possible outcomes began to replay in Ivan’s head—— what if Till thinks he’s creepy for following him into the bathroom?! It is kinda weird though. Okay.. Ivan is regretting this instantly. But he’s too far gone to stop now— with his hand on the door handle..
Okay, here it goes. Well, what’s the worst that could happen? Nothing too horrible. The worst thing that could happen is that Till recognizes him.
Ivan swung the door open— his legs pushing forward as he forced himself inside. Stepping forward he hasn't noticed the other body right in front of him, who was exiting as he entered. Chests and faces bumped into each other. Ivan fell on the floor. Rubbing his nose “ouch…” Ivan whined
“Erugh… hey sorry about that. wasn't looking where I was going..” a gentle raspy voice spoke
Ivan looked up from the ground, seeing the man who he knocked over. It was Till. His hand reached out to Ivan. He had a gentle look on his face. It felt like the world was in a slow motion Kdrama scene where the main character finally meets his love interest.
“Uhh— no you’re g-good. It was my fault, hah…” Ivan breathed nervously, hesitantly taking Till’s hand.
They were cold… and his grip was strong… holy crap, Ivan couldn’t believe himself.. is he really getting flustered—— over hands?! Wow. Talk about desperate.
Once Ivan got back on his feet, he opened his mouth to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come out. One hand played with his black hair, ruffling his hand through it nervously. And his snagged tooth played with his bottom lip again, it was a force of habit.
Till raised an eyebrow, a soft smirk on his lips “I’m Till”
“Hah, I—— yeah I know” Ivan blurted out “I mean—— like I knew because of, uh, your performance!”
“Oh, you watched it. Did you like it?” He grinned, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.
Till’s expression almost made him look excited. Oh god. This is the best day of Ivan’s life. This hot guy with a beautiful voice wants to talk to him?!
“I did—— I did very much!” Ivan stuttered, “you sing from your… heart. A-and the lyricism… I found it very p-poetic… “he said softly, his hand clenched his sweater sleeves with each word. Gosh, Ivan really hopes he isn’t embarrassing himself right now. “I especially found it very beautiful when you connected yourself to an undying flame. How.. you want to leave an impact on the person you hate in the worst way, by leaving a permanent scar. Uhh sorry… I must be talking too much…”
Till nodded along to Ivan’s words. His eyes widened “Ah, you noticed? Well I’m glad someone did! In a way it’s about hatred but also the fact that you want to leave an impact in any way you can. In a way at least.” Till chuckled softly, scratching his head. “No, no, you’re good. I like it. I’ve never had someone analyze my music before. You’ an artist too? What’s your name, kid?”
Ivan’s eyes widened a bit— he realized—— wait, Till didn’t know who he was. Well, it is almost completely dark, and Ivan is wearing a black hoodie. “Ivan.. my name is Ivan” he shyly fidgeted with his hoodie strings “A-and no, I just… I just really like music, that's all.” Ivan lied, smiling like he was in an interview for the label.
“Ivan, hm. That's a cute name” Till smiled
Ivan's pupils dilated, clenching his heart with his hand over his chest “haha…” he blurted out, not knowing how to respond to that. So instead he let out a giddy giggle.
“Say, how old are you? You look pretty young to be here. Then again, most people have baby faces nowadays.”
Till reached into his pocket and found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, he popped one in his mouth, lighting the match with one hand while he held the cigarette in his mouth, between his fingers. He huffed out smoke, head turned away in the opposite direction of Ivan.
Ivan thought for a moment, kneeling his thick eyebrows together— he can’t tell Till he’s 19, and that he snuck in here. He wouldn’t like that… “ye-yeah I get that a lot. I’m 21 actually! And you?” Ivan’s eyes trailed up Till’s form. He looked about the same age— besides there shouldn’t be an issue, right?
“25”
Ivan’s eyes widened slightly “25? That’s a surprise” he let out softly.
Till chuckled softly, taking another puff of his cigarette. “Ha, how is that surprising?”
“I-it’s just… you don’t look 25…” Ivan looked around nervously.
“And you don’t look 21”
“W-well I do a lot to keep myself looking young” Ivan tucked a hair behind his ear, wearing his usual mischievous grin on his face.
“Really now? Well, do tell your secrets I’d love to know”
“First things first, smoking won’t help your lungs. You're a singer for God's sake!” Ivan said, his thick eyebrows knitted together, one hand on his hip as he pointed at the cigarette between Tills lips.
Till’s gaze sparkled with amusement. He grabbed his cigarette and stomped it out “hah, okay. Fine. You got me there. It’s a habit, that’s all.” He said casually.
“Mm… you shouldn’t though… you have a really nice voice” Ivan spoke softly, his cheeks turning red slightly.
“When I get really stressed out sometimes I just need one to calm down” Till looks at his phone, his eyebrows burrowing for a second. He curses under his breath— typing something on his phone.
The taller boy looked at Till, his eyes looking at Till and his phone with a worried expression “is everything… okay?
“Ah, uh no.” Till grumbled at his phone with an annoyed expression on his face. “Listen—— ah sorry, but I need to go. Something came up”
Ivan’s eyes widened slightly—— either something bad happened, or Till is lying his way out of talking to Ivan. Either way the worst possible options are running through Ivan’s head currently. Of course he couldn’t blame Till. But still he just wished this conversation could have lasted a little bit longer. Ivan sighed, a slight pout on his lips.
“I understand, you have things to do! I hope everything is okay. I’ll———“
“———Your number?” Till asked casually, reaching his hand out with his phone in it. “Maybe we can hang out sometimes. If you wanna spend time with an “old man” like me” he teased
Ivan’s face turned beat red, and for a moment he just stood frozen, his fingers fidgeting together. All he wanted to do was sink and bury himself deep inside his hoodie right now.
“Hello? Ivan?”
Ivan nodded his head, snapping out of his flustered state. “Y-yeah! My number. Here.” Ivan grabbed his phone out of his pocket, hiding a cute smile on his face, rocking on his heels back and forth.
Once they exchanged numbers Ivan watched as Till left the bar, giving the black haired boy one last wave before walking out with his guitar case strapped to his back. Ivan hugged his phone, nuzzling into it and gushing like a teenage school girl
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” He squealed with excitement, bouncing up and down happily. “No way— no way! No waayyy!!!”
Ivan wanted to immediately go back home after that. Marty and acorn were nosy, they were curious as to why their Maknae was so eager to get back so soon but Ivan just ignored their protests. Once Ivan went inside the comfort of his bedroom, he closed the door and looked at the new contact he had saved on his phone.
Ivan wanted to text Till so badly, but he didn’t want to annoy the older man. He was most likely busy with whatever he had going on earlier…. He just hopes everything is okay.
Suddenly a sharp ping filled the room. Ivan’s eyes widened with excitement. Ivan grabbed his phone to look at the notification “it’s him!!”
Till
Hey, sorry again about earlier. I really did want to chat more.
Ivan giggled and gushed as he read Till's message. The boy swung his legs back and forth as he laid on his bed.
“Ahh!! So he did like our conversation, Yay!!!”
Ivan
Ah, don't worry about it. I really liked it too! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
Till
I'm glad. I hope I can see you again sometime.
Ivan
Yes! I would love that!(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Ivan giggled, burying his face into his pillows. “He said yes! He said yes! Hehe! Hehe!!” He squealed with excitement.
Till
Perfect! I'll let you know what days I'm off from work. I might be able to take a day off next week, where would you like to go?
“Ohh my gosh— oh my gosh— it’s actually happening” Ivan squealed, placing his hand over his mouth.
Ivan thought to himself for a moment, begging the question, what would be a cute place to go with Till? Since he’s an idol he can’t go outside during the day… it would be very difficult cause he might get spotted. But… most places are closed during the night…
Not like this is a real date or anything, right? Well if Till really knew that Ivan lied about his age… would he be angry? It’s not like he’s lying entirely. His birthday is in a few months… Soon he’ll be 20! But his room on the other hand—— warm lights from his fairy lanterns hung from the ceiling, and the soft clacking sound coming from his pet hamster's cage (named Cannoli) who was running on his wheel.
Ivan’s walls were covered completely in pictures, anime posters, posters of kpop bands or more of his interests. If anyone who had horrible eyesight walked in here, they would see clumps of different colors smooshed together. It was mostly kpop bands though, since Ivan did have a huge obsession for kpop bands even before his own debut.
Especially his shelves and the top of his drawers. They were covered and stacked with kpop CD’s, collectable figures, manga and so on. And his bed was filled with colorful sheets and blankets of childhood cartoon characters. Plushies littered and took up most of his bed as well. But that’s how he liked it. It was the closest thing he could get to hugging someone else to feel comfort with his sleeping issues.
Ivan
Hmmm honestly I have no idea… I don’t go out often unless it’s for work -3-
Ivan
Oh also, If it’s okay, I would prefer going out during the night. It’s just, I have a day job that I can’t miss (ᵕ—ᴗ—) sorry…
Till
Don’t worry about it.
Till
And for a place, there’s this new arcade downtown. If you’re interested we could go together. It’s called “Go Go Sweet”
Till
The name sounds a bit silly but I mean…
Ivan
YES OH MY GOSH IVE BEEN WANTING TO GO THERE SINCE FOREVER
Ivan
₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ I haven’t been to an arcade in ages! And Go Go’s sounds so cool! I heard a famous idol was spotted there recently!
Till
An Idol? Like an actor or something?
Ivan
No, a K-pop idol actually :3 he’s from a popular boy group called “Jinx Pop” his name is Jacob! He’s the main vocalist of the group!
Ivan stared at his phone screen as the three bubbles appeared on the left side of his screen. Till was taking a while to respond. He wasn’t before… Maybe he’s busy?
Till
Cool
“Cool?!” Ivan muttered to himself after reading the message. That didn’t sound like a good response. That sounded awkward? Upset maybe? Was it something he said? Was it because he brought up K-pop?
Okay, yeah sure some people get weirded out when they meet K-pop fans—— yeah there are some that are creeps. Oops, maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned an idol like that. Ugh, Till probably hates him now!!!
Till
Anyways, I’m free next Friday. How does that sound?
Ivan
Sounds good! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ I get out of work around 6 PM
Till
Alright, I’ll see you then.
Ivan
Kay Kay !
Ivan stood on his bed and began to jump on it like a little kid. Holding his phone in the air like it was a sacred treasure. “Oh my gosh! Yippee!! Yipeee!!”
He squealed with excitement, plushies tumbling into the ground and his bedsheets crumbling up into the center where he was jumping, and blankets all scattered from the bed to the carpet next to the side of the bed.
Once Ivan calmed down, he collapsed on the bed dramatically, staring up at the ceiling.
“Okay but… what am I going to wear?”