jihoon looks at soonyoung in all curiosity as he sees what he's trying to do. "what on earth are you trying to do mr kwon—" he asks as he looks at the towels and the bowls placed on the table.
"oh, hi jihoon! since we're extremely bored in this house. i did some research on what to do when you're bored! see! i have the list here!" soonyoung says excitedly as he shows the list that was in bullets in his phone.
"i don't think that's a great ide-" soonyoung cuts jihoon off as he tosses him a plain white t-shirt. he looks at this and raises his brow. "we're making a diy t-shirt deSIGN"
"i don't want to. i'm just going to be-" jihoon gets cut off once again by soonyoung because he starts to hug jihoons legs, begging him to stay.
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JIHOON" soonyoung pleads as he hugs jihoons legs.
jihoon chuckles as he tries to move his feet. but soon rolled his eyes when he realises how heavy soonyoung is.
"fine, now let go." jihoon says. soonyoung immediately pulls out a handcuff (don't tHink of it tHAT WAY YOU-) and puts the other thing on jihoon's left hand. "what the fuc—"
*click*
"tHERE YOU GO! SO THAT YOU WOULDN'T ESCAPE!" soonyoung says as he looks at his hands.
jihoon facepalms (with his right hand ofc) as he looks at soonyoung in disbelief. "why the fuck do you need to tie our hands toge-" "i have trust issues."
"the fu-"
"OKAY LETS GET STARTEDDDDD"
"oh god, save me."
