fade into you | shubman gill x ishan kishan

tales of tears pt2

ishans eyes shot up at the sound of the hotel room door closing. he sighed, rubbing his weary face with his palms. he knew he was being unreasonable, and that shubman was just an outlet for how frustrated he was. ishan decided to go to bed for now, and make it up to shubman in the morning.

2:00 am. ishans mind was whirling. everytime he closed his eyes, the image of shubman looking up at him, eyes full of tears and screaming pain was haunting him. a heavy feeling was weighing on his chest, as if there was a dumbbell on it. his own stupidity was making him feel sick.

so he got out of bed, throwing some clothes on and dashing out the hotel room. rohit and bumrah sat on the lounge chairs outside, discussing something in hushed voices.
'bhai, i will be at gt camp tonight' he muttered, trying to arrange a cab on his phone
'no'
ishans eyes shot up 'no?'
'no. i am not letting you fools run back and forth all night. i don't care what the problem is, you will just have to solve it tomorrow morning'
'but bhai-'
'no'
ishan huffed, rolling his eyes and stomping off like a teenager. bumrah looked at the retreating figure, and back at rohit.
'was that really necessary'
rohit stared at bumrah, unfazed.
'did you see the way shubi walked out of here? whatever that chota saale did, he deserves at least one sleepless night for it'
bumrah nodded solemnly. sometimes his captain was brutal, but he was always right.

the chennai airport was full of reporters and fans. mumbai indians and gujarat titans were both leaving the state, for their next matches, amongst the bustle, a considerably short guy was flitting around, trying to find a tall one. ishan finally caught shubmans eye, as he was walking off the gt bus. he restrained himself from wildly waving his hands at him, to make him notice him, but he instead went and stood right in shubmans face, who was engaged in a conversation with rashid bhai.
'shubi, can we talk' he asked tentatively
shubman eyes were emotionless
'rashid bhai, do you hear something?'
ishan blinked, confused

rashid looked around like a deer in headlights
'...no?' he finally answered
shubman gave a tight nod and continued walking into the airport. ishan watched his disappearing figure, shocked. where had this aggression come from?

ishan decided that he would have to beg, if that's what it took, because if ishan was anything, it was stubborn.
he placed a hand on shubmans shoulder, who shook it off, as if it was fire.
he spun around, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
'what do you want' he hissed
ishan took a step back, eyes gleaming with insecurity
'i- i just wanted to say, i'm sorry' he muttered
'for what? i shouldn't be the one you're sorry too. you're the pathetic one, blaming other people for your mistakes. feel sorry for yourself some more, wont you?'
ishan looked as if shubman had punched him. rashid bhai watched ishan becomes smaller and smaller with every word, silently thinking:
'this is the most horrible thing i've ever seen'
with that, shubman turned away, and into the airport.
as he left, he could only think about how ishan hadnt bothered to stop him again.

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