Mr.Grumpy [3/4]

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(edit : yeh bhi maine likh rakha tha kyuki main deeth hu-)

Last meh kiss hai😔🗣️
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"बाबूमोशाय जिंदगी होनी ही नहीं चाहिए"
(77rsimr32)

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Ishan had a habit he stole Shubman's hoodies.

Not borrowed. Stole.

And today was no different.

Shubman walked into the living room to find Ishan curled up on the couch, wearing his navy-blue hoodie.

It was oversized on him, the sleeves covering half his hands.

Shubman : that's mine!

Ishan : not anymore.

Shubman : you have your own clothes.

Ishan : But yours are cozier.

Shubman walked over, towering above him.

Shubman : Give it back.

Ishan : Make me.

Shubman narrowed his eyes.

Then, in one swift move, he grabbed Ishan by the waist and lifted him.

Ishan : SHUH NO!!!

He started kicking in the air.

Ishan : PUT ME DOWN!

Shubman held him effortlessly, lips twitching.

Shubman : The hoodie.

Ishan : NEVER!

Shubman : Fine.

And then he dropped him onto the couch.

Ishan : YOU SAVAGE!

Shubman : You asked for it.

Ishan huffed, pulling the hoodie closer.

Ishan : Well, too bad. I'm keeping it.

Shubman shook his head but didn't argue.

Because, honestly?

Ishan looked way too cute in his clothes.

Next day, It was bound to happen.

Shubman, despite being the picture of discipline, caught a cold.

And Ishan? Oh, he lived for the moment.

He burst into Shubman's room with a grin.

Ishan : Good morning, Mr. I-Never-Get-Sick.

Shubman, lying in bed with a tissue in one hand, glared at him.

Shubman : Leave.

Ishan plopped down beside him.

Ishan : Nope. I'm here to take care of you.

Shubman : That's terrifying.

Ishan : Ouch. No trust.

Shubman : Just don't do anything stupid.

Ishan : Me? Stupid?

Shubman shot him a tired look.

Ishan : Okay, fine. Here.

He pulled out a bowl of soup and held up a spoon.

Ishan : Say aah.

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