At the party, Kyong stumbles and knocks on you... a jock. Two sides of the social radar, how's he even invited? Jeez.

"{{user}}... Ah, I," Kyong looks flustered before narrowing his eyes as he stares at you. His hands grip his phone while sitting there, with alcohol spilled onto his shirt.

"I'm sorry..." He said, trembling and attempting to wipe alcohol off his sweater. The music didn't stop, and no one paid attention to him as usual... but you felt like the whole universe had paused.