Ishman | one shots♡| Top Shubman💙| BOOK 1

🔞30. (P1) Treat Me, Doctor

Requested by:
bitchminsungisreal

Context:
Mafia Shubman and innocent Dr. Ishan. 

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Shubman got up from his chair, feeling the need to smash a hammer in a glass wall because his head was hurting too much. 
"AAAH! FUCK! STOP FUCKING HURTING!" 

He screamed loudly and his elder brother sighed where he was, approaching his room. 
"AAAH  Fu- WHO'S IT?!"

"Shub... it's me... Calm down" 
His brother held his hands carefully, to which Shubman scoffed but let him drag him to his chair. 

"What happened?"
"THIS STUPID HEAD! IT'S HURTING A LOT! ARGH! IT'S DOING IT AGAIN" 
"Look... don't shout or it'll hurt even more... Sit down and drink some water" 

He handed him a glass of water but Shubman threw it away. 
"Shub?!"
"FUCK- ARGH!" 

His brother touched his forehead and, yikes, it was burning as hell. No wonder it made him even cockier. 

"Shubman... You need to see a doctor right now."
"WHAT?! NO! I'M NOT FUCKING WEAK, OR SICK. I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYONE"
"Shu-" 

A scream interrupted him again and his brother sighed, leaving him there and he went outside his room to call a doctor. 

...

Shubman heard a knock on his door and he yelled angrily, asking the person to enter. 

"Who the fuck is it n-"

He disposed off his cigarette in the tray and turned around to look at the person who'd decided to disturb him. But he stopped in his tracks looking at the beauty of that man. 

He had a white shirt, white pants and a white coat messily hanging over his arm which had a kit like box in his hand and a stethoscope around his neck. He had specs resting over his nose and had just slightly grown out hair, which still looked freshly cut. 

"G-good evening sir... I-I'm sorry for.. interrupting you... I'm a doctor and I was called here"
He said with his head a little low out of fear. 

Shubman had initially made the plan to scare the doctor away, but this man, his looks, his voice, he made Shubman want to be treated. 

"A-are you... the patient?"
"...Fortunately" 

The doctor felt a little scared. Shubman's presence was bold, and intimidating... and his voice, which was already heavy and now soar due to his condition, made him shiver, which was partly due to the cooling in the room too. 

"O-Okay... I- um- r-rec-ceived a call f-fro-m M-mr. G-gill-"
"It is me... Sit down and do whatever your work involves" 
"C-can you p-please s-sit down s-sir?"

Shubman didn't reply but he followed. The man kept his box on the table beside him and put on the coat, taking on a thermometer from the box. He could feel Shubman's intense gaze on him, watching his every move.

"C-can you o-open your m-mouth and put this in?"

Shubman looked at him with a smirk. He suddenly held the collar of his coat and the man stiffened, gulping and afraid. 
"...Dr. Ishan..." He said, reading the name from his badge. "That's usually mine to say" 

He said and chuckled and Ishan's face turned completely red now. He found that man's eyes... pretty deep. 
"I-um-"
"Give it to me, now" 

Ishan blushed even more, knowing that Shubman was saying those word on purpose now. He placed it in Shubman's mouth and waited for the result. A beep indicated it, and he was shocked to see the number.