Ishan came when Shubman was getting his hair done. He wanted to run to Ishan but one look from the hairstylist had him huffing and not moving.

Ishan took a seat beside him as the other stylist came to him and started his makeup.

Shubman's eyes were just glued beside his seat and the hairstylist had to take his face in her hands to make him look in front and not mess up his hair.

"Dad what the fuck are you doing?" Mayank whisper shouted at his dad who were trying to film the scene unfolding in front of them.

Well after running out second time from Shubman's house Ishan went to Mayank's home. So for the interview, both Mr Sharma and Mayank came to support him.

Shubman's whole family also came. They were currently sitting inside another room with Surya and a few coaches.

Mr Gill were talking with the junior physiotherapist regarding the strain Shubman constantly gets during workout. The junior physiotherapist explained him how it's completely normal. The senior physiotherapist was listening to their talks while being completely bored out.

Well you see Kamlesh didn't even had anything to do here but he still came to watch it live because he was in Punjab and his junior had been nagging about coming with him to watch it live as he was in Punjab itself.

Now he is getting very much bored in here.

Meanwhile with Mayank, well Mr Sharma went with Ishan and to make sure his dad doesn't cause any ruckus Mayank also had to follow him.

And he was right because Mr Sharma was very not so discreetly filming how Shubman was staring at Ishan and giving a hard time to his hairstylist.

"Sir can you just give me a second? Just one more second and I will be done, then you can stare at Ishan sir all you want."

Ishan choked on his spit at that. Shubman glared at her turning his head completely towards her.

She quickly did the final touches before scurrying away.

Shubman didn't went out after he was completely ready. He waited for Ishan.

Ishan could see in his peripheral vision that Shubman was staring at him.

"What do you want?" He finally grunted out when he couldn't take it anymore.

"You," Shubman grinned.

Mr Sharma were regretting for putting his phone back in his pocket. Coz damn boy, Shubman know the rizz.

Ishan was rolling his eyes.

"You know I can give you a better reason t-"

"You have already used that one. Didn't expected you to run out of your cringy lines," Ishan retorted.

"I have run out of patience as well. Didn't expected you to be so heartless" Shubman shrugged.

"Shubman, why are you doing all this?" Ishan turned to look at him now giving the other hairstylist a hard time.

"I wouldn't have to do all this if you were willing to talk with me. I couldn't even tell you the things I intended to,"

"What is left to say? I don't want to talk about all the things which happen in my life Shubman, you should learn to stop being nosy all the damn time."

"There is a difference in being curious or being worried, I don't get it why are you so bad at communicating. You need to take some classes for communication skills,"

"Is this what you wanted to tell me? Okay I will take those classes, thanks for worrying for me." Ishan scoffed turning his attention back at the stylist who was ready to walk out of the room seeing the tension between the two males.

Shubman grunted before walking towards Ishan's chair and glaring at the stylist.

Yep that was the queue, the stylist had never ran so fast in his life. It was like he was on the verge of winning a marathon race.

Mr Sharma had recorded the stylist running for a few seconds before focusing back.

Mayank wanted to take his father away from the chaos but Mr Sharma were too stubborn.

"Can you just stop it? I am fucking tired of all this. I just want to call you mine. Is it too much to ask for?"

"Shubman you won't get it,"

"Atleast try me. Am I so bad that you can't even trust me? You never tell me anything and just keep pushing me. Why can't you atleast try me for once?"

"I-I- We should go, we have an interview right now,"

"I am not going anywhere and I will not allow you to go as well this time," Shubman was trapping Ishan on the chair. Though it wasn't like he was forcing Ishan to remain seated. Ishan could just push him away if he wanted to.

"You want to talk? Fine, tell me what you want to talk about!"

"I just want to know what's going on in your mind? What is holding you back for letting me in completely? Why do you push me away whenever you let me take one step closer to you?"

"I j-just don't like you in that way. Yeah we fucked but that was just infatuation. It was an itch, and I scratched it away." Ishan bit his lip.

"I might have believed you if I didn't know you any better. But I know you and I know these are all lies. So tell me the truth jaan,"

"When I tell the truth you still don't believe me, then what do I do?"

Shubman stared at Ishan taking his face in his hand.

"Look me in the eyes and say you never liked me,"

"I already told you I liked you and I also used to like my hook ups. How is it different?"

"It is! You were not emotionally attached to your ons. But we are. We do all the things which couples do, and we like each other too so it is different. You don't go leaving everything in an instant when one of your hook ups got sad over a bad innings."

"That's because we are best friends,"

"Best friends don't act like this Ish. I want to kiss you all the damn time. Is this a friendly behavior? Mayank used to be your best friend before me, did he ever wanted to kiss you as well? Did he also hugged you every time like his life depended on you? Was he ever jealous on people who had their arm around you for more than 2 seconds?"

"No he didn't. But that's because you and him are different. Our relationship is different,"

"Exactly Ish, our relationship is different. I want to be more than just your bestfriend. I want to be there for you, to love you in every way possible. I want to be closer to you in every fucking possible way. I can stand this distance between us. It's so suffocating."

"What if you get over it? What if someday you realise it was just some kind of infatuation and you don't like men in that way? What I am doing is just saving both of us from heartbreaks,"

Shubman chuckled looking at him.

"What?" Ishan stared at his strange behavior.

"You asked the same thing before running away earlier. You think I am straight? I don't like men? Technically you are right I don't like men, I only like you but it doesn't mean you are an exception. You are the only one I want, Yes it's true I never thought about my sexuality. But thinking about it was so difficult. I used to love you so much, I was just scared to think about who I am, but when that Naman was going to take you away from me I realized I can't lose you. Not to him. Not to anyone.

That's when I thought about embracing who I am. I didn't even know who I was, I just knew I love you. That's what gave me strength, you always make everything easier for me."

"Shu-"

"Shut up, let me complete."

Ishan furrowed his eyebrows and Shubman sighed.

"I am so bad at this. I am literally scolding you while proposing to you," He whined hitting his head. Ishan chuckled at him.

"You are so dumb," Ishan snickered.

"Ab jo bhi hu tumhara hi hu," He muttered wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand.
[Whatever I am, I am yours only]

"You are such a sap,"

"No its true, it's what I have realised recently. I am yours. You know that's the only thing I needed to know. And now I know who I am. And just for the sake of homophobic people I am not going to pretend to be something I am not. I don't care what they think of me. They don't have to like me. The only opinion that matters to me is yours.

And Ish I may not know my sexuality but that's because I never thought about it. To be honest I don't even care about it.

What is my sexuality? Bisexual? Or maybe Pansexual? Name me however you want to, but just remember whatever I am, I am yours,"

Ishan had pulled Shubman from his collar kissing him hard.

If Shubman can love him too much that he doesn't care about anyone else then he can also not care about what his father has to say. Shubman is his. Shubman himself told it. He couldn't care about anything else.

Everyone else can go fuck themselves. Because Shubman is his.

Shubman moaned against Ishan's mouth grabbing his jaw pulling him closer.

Ishan gasped pulling away to breathe properly.

"Say it one more time. Tell me again. Just say yes," He muttered between heavy breathes.

"Yes to?" Shubman's eyebrows furrowed.

"To being mine,"

"Only if you say yes to be mine as well,"

"Don't be stupid. I have always been yours,"

Shubman never in his life thought he could get a boner just by a sentence. His legs felt jelly so he sat on Ishan's lap. Ishan was also the same, the chair was just good at supporting his weight.

"I was recording the best part," Mr Sharma grunted when Mayank pulled him far away from the room.

"You were recording them when they were dry humping each other. It's their personal time," Mayank grunted.

"They didn't even cared to lock the door. Anyone could have came to them doing that,"

"Still doesn't give teh right to record their intimate moment," Mayank glared at his father.

"Fine fine, I will send this video to your mother though. I need to show her, how much cute they both look together."

"They were anything but cut‐"

Mayank stopped when he saw one staff member going towards the changing room.

"Wait where are you going?" Mayank asked him.

"Everyone are ready for interview so I am going to call Shubman and Ishan sir,"

"You go back, I will tell them." Mayank said scurrying him away.

He didn't wanted to interrupt Ishan but if he didn't then someone else will. So with closed eyes he knocked their door which was already open halfway.

There was a thud and Mayank knew they pulled away now. So he opened his eyes.

Shubman was wincing while being on the ground. Ishan's chair also moved back a little bit.

"They are waiting for you guys outside,"

"W-we are coming," Shubman squealed getting up.

"Should I call the stylist?" Mayank asked taking in note of their disheveled state.

"Yes please, thank you. Now you can go" Ishan ushered.

"Ya ya I am going by the way Ishan,"

"Yeah?"

"Zip up your pants,"

---

Ishan was feeling really embarrassed that Mayank saw them at this state.

He is sure Mayank is going to tease him after they will go back.

Even the side glance both the stylists were giving them was too much of a suffering. Their state could definitely tell what they were doing.

"No I don't want to hide it," Shubman's voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked at him.

Shubman refused to hide the hickey Ishan gave him at his throat.

"Shubman you can't go out with that,"

"Why? My boyfriend gave it. What's there to hide?"

"But nobody knows we are in relationship,"

"Then I will tell them. I don't care what they think, I have already spent too many years to worry for that shit."

"You will seriously come out? In front of the media? In front of everyone"

"Didn't you said you were coming out today as well?"

"But that's different,"

"It's not. Stop worrying for me. Just like how you don't care for their reaction, I don't as well,"

Ishan could swear he has never fallen for any guy harder than he did for Shubman.

"How many times are you going to make me fall for you?"

"As many times as it takes for you to understand I am not going anywhere and trust that no matter how many time you fall I will be always there to catch you,"

Ishan didn't cared if they were getting side eyes from the stylist.

All he cared for was Shubman and his luscious lips he was devouring right now.

---

A/N - All thanks to the playlist which ffsbby made me.

Also I am not gonna make the physiotherapists a bl couple coz the age difference, they are literally 35 and 27.

And I just wanted to keep em as a chaotic duo. The golden retriever junior and a grumpy senior yk.