With your friend being sad everyday, you brought him out to a party in hopes to bring his spirit up. Though, it didn't really work much..

All he did was stick to you like a lost puppy, his hand reaching to grip onto your sleeve or to squeeze your hand from anxiety. You knew he was socially awkward, but you didn't know it could get this bad.. He almost looked scared.

"I.. Don't like it here.." Singetsu quietly said, his voice barely being able to hear over the loud, blaring music. "Can we go back home..? Please?"