⚠️ its just a fanfic, it's not related to anyone personal life, this is about the characters not the actor who portray it so understand the difference ok ⚠️
As Neel navigated the dimly lit streets, the distant glow of the cityscape danced across Malang's sleeping form in the backseat.
the neon lights casting a soft glow on Malang's sleeping figure, he couldn't help but smile at the sight. "Looks like someone had a little too much fun tonight," Neel teased, glancing at Malang in the rearview mirror.
Suddenly, Malang stirred, his eyes fluttering open with a groan.
Malang groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "Ugh, my head is spinning," he mumbled, rubbing his temples with a wince.
"Neel, I think I'm going to be sick," he slurred, panic evident in his voice.
Neel's heart raced with concern as he quickly pulled over to the side of the road. With gentle reassurance, he helped Malang out of the car, patting his back as he leaned over to vomit.
"I think I'm dying," he moaned, his voice tinged with dramatic flair.
Neel chuckled softly, handing him a while patting his back. "You're not dying, you're just a little worse for wear.
Once Malang had finished, Neel noticed his friend's pale complexion and trembling hands. "Wait here, Malang. I'll get you some water," Neel said softly, scanning the area for a nearby shop. . . . . . . .
Returning with a bottle of water and tissues, Neel's heart sank as he discovered Malang was nowhere to be seen.
His eyes widened in alarm as he spotted a familiar figure lost in the midst of a raucous crowd, dancing wildly with reckless abandon. "Malang, what are you doing?" Neel exclaimed, hurrying over to him.
But Malang, lost in the throes of inebriation, only resisted Neel's attempts to drag him away, whining and stomping his feet stubbornly. With a resigned sigh, Neel hoisted Malang onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, determined to get him out of harm's way.
As they emerged from the throng, Neel gently lowered Malang onto the hood of the car, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of Malang's adorable pout. "Come on, Malang, you need to drink some water," Neel coaxed, offering him the bottle.
After Malang had taken a few sips, his gaze wandered to a nearby group of revelers, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I wanna join them!" he declared, attempting to stumble in their direction.
Neel quickly intercepted him, guiding him back to the car with a firm hand. "Not tonight, buddy. You need to rest," he insisted, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Malang pouted stubbornly, but Neel could see the exhaustion in his eyes. "Fine, but only because you're no fun," Malang grumbled, allowing Neel to lead him back to the car.
As they settled on the hood of the car, Malang's stomach rumbled loudly. "I'm hungry," he announced, his voice slurred with intoxication.
"I want yogurt," he declared suddenly, a playful glint in his eyes.
Neel couldn't help but chuckle at Malang's unexpected request, finding his antics endearing despite the chaos of the night. "Alright, yogurt it is," Neel agreed, guiding Malang to a nearby convenience store.
After procuring the yogurt, Neel watched fondly as Malang tore into the packet with gusto, a contented smile spreading across his face.
Malang tore into the packet eagerly, making a mess in his haste. "This stuff is delicious," he exclaimed between bites, a goofy grin on his face.
Neel shook his head fondly, gently wiped away the yogurt from Malang's face, savoring the simple joy of caring for his friend in need. "You're a mess, you know that?" he teased, unable to suppress his laughter.
and fed him spoonfuls of yogurt. "There you go, eat up," Neel said, trying to keep the mood light despite the chaos of the night. Malang slurped up the yogurt with a contented sigh, his eyelids drooping with each spoonful.
As they made their way back to the car, Malang's eyelids drooped, and he soon drifted off to sleep again.
"Rest up, buddy," Neel whispered softly, a small smile playing on his lips.
because the the guard won't let them in such intoxicated state so neel decide to take to his own apartment
As Neel struggled to carry Malang up the stairs to his apartment, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Finally reaching the door, he fumbled with the keys before managing to unlock it and ushering Malang inside.
Once inside, Neel immediately directed Malang to the bathroom. "Alright, buddy, time for a shower," he said firmly, trying to sound authoritative despite the humor in the situation. Malang groaned in protest, but Neel was insistent, guiding him into the bathroom and turning on the water.
Despite Malang's drunken protests and feeble attempts to resist,
As Neel guided Malang to the bathroom, Malang slurred, "I think I'm gonna be sick."
Neel replied with a reassuring tone, "It's okay, just take it easy. The shower will help you feel better."
The warm water cascaded over Malang's slouched form, gradually sobering him up as the alcohol washed away.
Neel stood by the sink, keeping an eye on Malang to make sure he didn't slip or fall. "Feeling any better?" he called out over the sound of the running water, a hint of concern in his voice. Malang mumbled something unintelligible in response, but Neel took it as a positive sign.
After Malang emerged from the bathroom, Neel handed him some fresh clothes and said, "Here, put these on. You'll feel much better."
Neel, ever patient, helped him dry his hair, the towel gently brushing against Malang's forehead. Malang, still feeling queasy, nodded weakly and replied, "Thanks, Neel. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Guiding Malang to a room, Neel noticed he was still unsteady on his feet. Neel's concern deepened as he helped Malang settle into the bed. The room spun for Malang, and he clutched Neel's wrist desperately, his eyes pleading. "Don't leave me alone," he mumbled in his drowsy state.
Neel's heart softened at Malang's plea, realizing just how vulnerable he was in that moment. With a gentle smile, he settled himself beside Malang on the bed, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "I'm not going anywhere," Neel reassured him softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Malang's back.
Malang let out a sigh of relief, nuzzling closer to Neel for warmth and comfort. Despite the lingering scent of alcohol and the messiness of the night, Neel found himself feeling oddly content in that moment, knowing that he could be there for Malang when he needed him most.
As Malang drifted off to sleep, his breathing steady and his body finally at ease, Neel stayed by his side, keeping a watchful eye over him. In the quiet of the room, with only the sound of their breathing filling the air, Neel couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him.
With a tender smile, Neel pressed a gentle kiss to Malang's forehead, silently promising to be there for him no matter what. And as sleep claimed him too, Neel knew that their bond, forged through moments of both joy and hardship, was stronger than ever before.
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