Chan's confession ended with a thud - literally. He face-planted onto the couch, his body going limp. The room fell silent for a moment, before erupting into laughter and cheers.
Tyla's expression turned to concern as she rushed to his side. "Chan! Oh my god, are you okay?" She shook him gently, trying to rouse him from his drunken slumber.
But Chan just snored, his mouth hanging open. Tyla couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "I guess he's really drunk," tyla chuckled, patting Chan's back.
Tyla playfully rolled her eyes. "Someone's had a bit too much to drink!" She gently lifted Chan's head onto her lap, stroking his hair.
The other members teased, "I think he's finally expressed his true feelings... and then passed out!"
Tyla smiled, her eyes shining with amusement. "Well, at least he's happy."
As the others continued joking, Tyla sat quietly, cradling Chan's head in her lap. She stroked his hair, feeling a deep affection for him.
"Sleep tight, my love," she whispered. "We'll talk in the morning."
And with that, Chan continued snoring, completely out cold, surrounded by his amused friends and bandmates. Tyla sat with him, a gentle smile on her face, feeling grateful for this moment, no matter how chaotic it was.
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