well, shit-- ; junho x bambam
"Dude, I don't think she's coming back." Bambam whispered -- as if it was some kind of government secret. It had been approximately thirty minutes after the deed was done, thirty minutes since the female that had hurriedly made her way out the door, hushing the two curious males with an index and a cheerful 'I'll be back' had left and Bambam figured she wasn't going to come back. It was actually obvious in their current situation.
"She tricked us." He uttered, though, it was more like a whine and allowed narrowing eyes to drop on the metal cuff around his wrist. The beginning coldness now rather warm against his skin. "We're suck." He spoke as if he was informing the other. "We're stuck." He then repeated and glanced over at his partner, Junho. A childish frown making his lips sink as he tried to meet the other's gaze.
Bambam's day didn't involve being handcuffed to his friend. I mean one moment he was rather excited that a stranger was going to perform a magic trick on them and the next -- he found himself attached by chain to Junho. A low groan escaped his lips once he realized how stupid that sounded and unless the other had the strength of steel, Bambam was pretty sure for the next hour or so, they were stuck like that. "So, what now?"Â
