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Abhimanyu was not subtle, if anything he was known to be the most obvious person ever. Anyone within a 5 mile radius could see the heart eyes he had for Rohan, except for Rohan himself.
Abhi and Rohan had just won their football match against Saint Lawrence, somewhere in the distance dean Yogi was shouting with joy. The rest of their team was celebrating their win, but Abhi was only looking at him.
Rohan Nanda, the wild and ambitious boy, who’s sweet, kind and more caring than anyone could ever be, the boy who defended Abhi while his chachi was belittling him. He wanted nothing else but to kiss him right then and there.
“abbe you won’t kiss me na?” said Rohan with a teasing smile.
“I wont even hug you.” Abhi replied back while leaning in to hug him, god he’s down bad for this guy.
“Btw we’re celebrating.” Rohan pulled back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh are we? I guess I’ll have to see, I have a very busy schedule you know.” He replied with a shrug.
“I wasn’t asking I was telling you.” Rohan argued. “See you tonight meri jaan.” He continued while walking backwards to the locker room.
If anyone asks, Abhi can always blame his flushed cheeks on the adrenaline.
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Abhi has come to the conclusion that they’re both drunk (yeah no shit), the fact that they both cannot even walk straight (hah!) confirms the hypothesis.
The room is spinning and he is quite sure that he is seeing 3 Rohan’s in front of him.
It takes him a while to process that they are at Rohan’s house- mansion would be the correct word but oh well- and Rohan is currently singing “Do I Wanna Know?” at the top of his lungs. Abhi is not sober enough to deal with his dad (he never is) going on and on about how Rohan isn’t serious about anything, because how can he not see it?
Rohan (who’s currently puking his guts out in the corner of the hallway- Abhi hopes they pay the housekeeping well) is passionate, is fierce, once he finds something to hold on to, something that ignites a fire within him, he does not let go. Music to him is like resurrection to a dying soul, like the discovery of gold to an alchemist- it brings purpose to his life, it gives meaning to his existence.
One day, he hopes that Rohan runs away, leaves his snobby dad, leaves his brother, while his mother is sweet, she only silently hopes that Rohan becomes the best version of himself, even if it means leaving them- leaving her- behind.
“Maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.” Rohan hums.
“Now i’ve thought it through, crawling back to you.” And if Rohan notices the way Abhi looks right at him when he sings it, he doesn’t mention it.
“DO I WANNA-” Rohan’s shouting gets cut off by a hand sprawled across his mouth.
Abhi has him pushed against the wall, with his other hand on his waist, and holy shit was it always this hot here.
They’re currently so close that Abhi can smell the alcohol on Rohan, can smell his shampoo, his perfume- that’s faded away into the night. He savours the moment, it’s not every day he gets to be this close, to be able to see the tiny freckles on his cheekbones , the stubble that is beginning to show itself on his cheeks.
“If you keep singing like that, i’m afraid we might have to rethink your singing career.” Abhi laughs, it’s the only way he can distract himself before he does something stupid (like kiss Rohan on the lips right now). He removes his hand from his mouth and takes a step back, it slightly kills him to do so.
“Insulting my career isn’t a good look on you jaaneman .” Rohan slurs and suddenly all the alcohol from Abhi’s system is gone, he can’t feel his hands, there is a loud beating in his ears and he’s pretty sure if he would get an ECG it might just spell his name.
“And clothes aren’t a good look on you, but i’m not tearing them off am I?” His brain to mouth filter really chose the worst time to stop working.
“Excuse you my style is immaculate.” Rohan argues.
For a second Abhi is glad that Rohan only focused on the first part of the sentence but god does he wish that one day he recognises flirting as flirting instead of banter.
They begin to walk towards Rohan’s room and Abhi wants to slam his head against a wall till it bleeds , because he’s always so close yet so far, he can’t have Rohan they way he wants to, but he would never ask for more, even if it means silently dying every time he sees Rohan kiss another girl. They both climb into bed, keeping what is a “healthy” distance between two friends, Abhi doesn’t dream the entire night.
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