𐙚Ishman Melodies

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Best friend's older brother

I want to write this for a long timeeeee but i was confused with plot and finally I'm writing this hope you'll like it!!!!! <3

(edit : i wrote this on website soo it may contains typos heheheh)
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Ishan came to his best friend house for a weekend for their project and some stupid hangouts

But

Ishan Kishan wasn’t supposed to be in this situation.

And by "situation", he meant standing in the middle of the hallway, hair all messy.

Wearing a hoodie way too big for him, while he leaned against the doorframe - - tall, calm, and hot like sin.

Shubman Gill.
Yash’s older brother.

The one who just flew back from Mumbai after three months, looking more like a celebrity than ever.

“Yash isn’t home yet,” Shubman said casually, his voice low and way too smooth.

Ishan blinked up at him, wide eyes innocent, cheeks already flushing for no reason..
“I-I know. He told me to wait in his room.”

Shubman’s lips curled into a small smirk, one dimple showing..

“Still the same little Ishan. Always stuttering around me.”

Ishan’s heart nearly yeeted out of his chest.

Not this again.

He looked away quickly, pretending to be mad.

“It’s not stuttering. I just didn’t expect.. you.”

“Oh?” Shubman raised an eyebrow, amused. “Expecting someone else to open my front door shirtless?”

Ishan turned completely red.

His eyes darted back to Shubman’s chest, and oh god, he was shirtless.

Like, full Greek god mode.

“Can you --- can you put a shirt on?” Ishan squeaked, covering his face with both hands.

Shubman laughed. Actually laughed.
“You’re cute.”

Before Ishan could die of embarrassment, Yash’s voice echoed from downstairs..

“Ishaaaaan! I brought the snacks!”

Ishan sprinted down like his life depended on it, leaving Shubman smirking behind.

Later that evening, the three of them sat watching a movie in Yash’s room

Ishan sat between them like always, but his whole body was too aware of the heat coming off Shubman’s side.

Yash threw popcorn at the screen.

“This movie sucks.”

“Your taste sucks,” Ishan replied sassily, throwing a pillow at him.

Yash tackled him back, the two of them laughing like usual..

But somewhere in the chaos, Ishan’s leg accidentally brushed Shubman’s thigh and he instantly froze.

Shubman didn’t say anything.

Just looked down at him, eyes dark and unreadable.

And for the first time, Ishan felt something strange stir inside him.