Where's the moon to my sun?

9.

"Oh, God, Shubman, why did you drink so much?" Ishan sighed, looking at Shubman's totally wasted state.

"Ishan? Is that you?" Shubman mumbled, blinking owlishly at him.

Abhishek snickered even though he felt very concerned for his friend, it's just Shubman looks so funny right now, "Dude, sit back down," He said, trying to make him sit.

"No," Shubman swatted away his hand, turning to the drink counter again, "I wanna drink more,"

"No, you're not drinking anymore," Ishan glared at him, snatching the glass away from him.

"You're so mean," Shubman mumbled, pouting as he slumped down on his chair.

"I'll go take him to the room," Abhishek muttered.

"No, no, I'll take him," Ishan intervened, "You go to Mayu, he was looking for you,"

"Are you sure, Ishan?"

"Yeah, I am," Ishan smiled.

"Okay, the room is there," Abhishek muttered, pointing to a particular direction, "In the left towards the corner. You can also rest there if you want to or come back to the party, or even go home if you want to,"

Ishan nodded as he helped Shubman up, "Let's go, Shubi,"

"Where are we going?" Shubman asked excitedly.

"Well, you're going to sleep," Ishan replied.

"No, I don't wanna sleep," Shubman whined.

"Shubi," Ishan mumbled as Shubman stopped in his tracks, "Don't be stubborn. Are you not going to listen to me now?"

"Fine," Shubman pouted, "I'll listen to you,"

"Now, that's more like it," Ishan smiled, ruffling his hair, "Come on,"

He somehow dragged him to the room since Shubman was too drunk to even walk straight.

"Okay, sleep now," Ishan breathed as he sat Shubman on the bed after helping him remove his shoes.

"Nahi, abhi nahi," Shubman mumbled, pulling him down and snuggling in his side.

Ishan's heart skipped a beat, like it always does whenever Shubman's in a close proximity, "Shubi, what are you doing? Let go,"

Shubman didn't say anything for a while, until Ishan felt his shoulder getting wet. He panicked, pulled back to see Shubman crying.

"Oh, my God, Shubi, why are you crying?" Ishan asked.

Shubman didn't reply, just kept wailing loudly. Each sob felt like a knife piercing through Ishan's heart, his own eyes watering. You're not supposed to cry right now, Ishan. You have to calm him down.

Ishan took a deep breath, holding Shubman's face and making him look at himself, "Here, look at me, Shubi. Tell me what's wrong, maybe we can figure something out,"

"There's nothing to figure out," Shubman mumbled, almost choking on his own tears.

"Please, tell me first, maybe we can find something," Ishan muttered softly, grasping Shubman's hands in his own, "Or if not, you can atleast feel a little lighter by talking about it,"

Shubman was starting to calm down a bit, but some tears were still there, "You will hate me if I tell you,"

"I'll never hate you, Shubi," Ishan smiled softly. I CAN never hate you.

Shubman sniffled, messily wiping away his tears, "I think, no not think, I'm sure that I like you,"

"What?" Ishan mumbled, it didn't sounded above a whisper, almost inaudible. He didn't know what to feel about this revelation. His heart skipped a beat and there was a tiny bit of happiness but more than that he was scared, petrified even. For obvious reasons. Till now he was thinking he'll probably try to suppress and get rid of these feelings he have for Shubman but what now?