shy eyes | ishman |

You and I

It's not like Shubman hasn't ever spoken to Ishan. They speak sometimes, like when Ishan hands him his latte and blushes when Shubman smiles up at him. They say "Hi" a lot and Ishan spills the coffee on the table a lot, and "oops" is just an unavoidable phrase. Ishan stutters a lot and Shubman's heart pounds hard a lot, and Shubman really wants to kiss him a lot as well.

Shubman sits in the corner of the coffee shop a lot and Ishan lets him out the backdoor when there's a lot of people in the shop. Every time Shubman thanks him quickly with a breathless smile, and Ishan always blushes and Shubman bites his lip.

It's all almost a routine by now. It has been since Shubman's band broke up a few months ago. They are really famous still, but when Hardik's fiancé got pregnant he wanted to take time off. Mayank understands because he really wants to focus on his art more, and Abhishek would like to travel and actually get to see more of the places they went to when on tour. Shubman understands as well, he's just still focused on the music. He is twenty-three and globally famous and he has no intention on quitting music. He has songs written in journals and most of them are about caramel brown eyes. His first single was released three weeks ago and has been hitting the charts like a wrecking ball. There is nothing like the smile Ishan gave him when he handed him his latte and said "congratulations" with that pretty glint in his eye.

Shubman is in love.

It's a normal Tuesday night and Shubman sits in the corner of the coffee shop. It's his spot and Ishan always saves it for him. It's the one place he has a total view of the whole place, which means he can watch Ishan bending down, but also the one place where he can't be seen easily.

Shubman sits with his journal and phone in front of him, and he looks over at Ishan. He is wearing black jeans and vans, hair feathery in a tousled fringe and he is wearing that awful green shirt his job requires. He's absolutely breathtaking like always.

He looks down at his empty coffee cup, he thinks he's had three tonight already. He musters up all his courage, thinking he finally has to do it. He stands up and his heart starts to pound automatically as he with wobbly knees trudges over to Ishan, where he is cleaning off the counter in the empty shop.

Shubman clears his throat as he leans on the counter next to him and Ishan whips up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"H-hi," Ishan stutters and Shubman blushes right back at him. Ishan's cheeks are pink and he wants to feel if they're as warm and soft as he thinks.

"Hello," he says awkwardly and his heart beats rapidly against his rib cage. He holds up the coffee cup and Ishan arches his brow. It's really hot.

"Another one?" he asks and his voice is honey and milk, warm liquid and Shubman wants to melt. He shakes his head.

"No," he says. "Um, I'm just returning the cup."

"Oh," he nods and Shubman gulps. He hands him the cup and their fingers brush against each other. He can't not hold on for a little longer, and his mind automatically does a mental "check". Ishan does have soft skin.

Shubman holds on until Ishan looks up at him, eyes questioning. He finally lets go and Ishan sets the cup down on the counter. They're so close and Shubman can feel the scent of Ishan, coffee and cologne in the air. He inhales and his stomach flutters. Ishan.

Ishan looks at him, just waiting for something to happen. Shubman swallows and asks what he's been wanting to for a long time.

"D-d'you have twitter?" he stutters and it's so stupid. He wants Ishan to read it because then he'll know, but it sounds silly.

Ishan looks at him, brown eyes still big. "Y-yes?"

"You should look me up some time." Shubman's heart pounds as he says the sentence he's been practicing so many times in his head that it's impossible to say wrong. He turns to leave, setting up that mischievous smile he's been practicing in front of he mirror.