THEM 'Ishman'

Boifrands✨ (2)

Shubman was in the middle of the best sleep of his life and was having a peaceful dream—probably about scoring a double century or finally eating a sandwich in peace (which, given his relationship with Ishan, was an impossible dream).

Warm blankets, soft pillows, and a tiny human-shaped heater snuggled into his chest. 

It was the kind of morning where he could have stayed in bed forever.

But, of course, peace was a luxury when Ishan Kishan was around.

He was warm, comfortable, and deep in sleep, his arms wrapped around something soft and small.

But then—

YANK.

Shubman's collar was grabbed. HARD.

Then—

SHAKE. SHAKE. SHAKE.

SHAKE. SHAKE. SHAKE.

His sleep was brutally interrupted by someone grabbing his collar and pulling him up, only to push him back down—again and again.

A grumpy groan left his lips as he cracked one eye open. The first thing he saw was Ishan, lying on his chest, gripping his collar and violently pulling and pushing him like a ragdoll.

"SHUBU. WAKE. UP. NOWWW!" Ishan whined, shaking him harder.

Shubman groaned. 

"Hnnngh... kya hai...?" His voice was rough and groggy, still deep in sleep.

"Shubu! Wake up!" Ishan whined, shaking him again like a ragdoll.

Shubman frowned, his brain still loading. 

Then—YANK. His collar was pulled again.

"WAKE! UP!"

Shubman's eyes shot open, ready to yell.

But then—

He saw Ishan's face.

Eyes half-lidded, cheeks soft and puffy from sleep, lips slightly parted as he blinked at him innocently. 

His messy hair flopped over his forehead, and he was wrapped in the blanket like a sleepy little kitten.

Shubman cursed internally.

Damn it. 

He couldn't even be mad.

Instead, he sighed deeply and grabbed Ishan by the waist, pulling him even closer. 

His arms wrapped around Ishan snugly, securing him against his chest.

Ishan let out a small gasp. "Oye, kya kar raha hai—?"

Shubman ignored him, buried his face into Ishan's soft hair, and pressed a sleepy kiss there.

His voice, deep and raspy, mumbled, "Chup kar, baccha. Subah subah sar mat kha."

Ishan huffed. "Shubu! Let go! I have something important to show you!"

Shubman tightened his grip. "Nahi na, tu chotu sa teddy jesa hai."

Ishan blinked. "Tu mujhe teddy bear bula raha hai?!"

 Shubman muttered, sleepily rubbing his nose against Ishan's temple. "Haan. Tu chhota, golu-molu, cute sa teddy bear hai. Mera baccha."

Ishan froze for 0.3 seconds. 

Then—"Hawww, besharam! Mujhe itna cute mat bol!"

Shubman chuckled, voice still groggy. "Sach bol raha hoon."