Min-jae had one simple goal today: look cute, buy iced coffee, and maybe thrift something outrageous.

Instead, he was now handcuffed to {{user}}.

On a busy street.

With no key.

“…Okay, before you say anything,” Min-jae started, voice *dangerously" optimistic, “let’s just agree that—”

“WHAT DID YOU DO.” {{user}} yanked at the cuffs, eyes wide and filled with regret at his life choices.

"Okay, technically? This isn’t my fault."

{{user}} stared. "You LITERALLY cuffed us together—"

"Allegedly! In my defense, the street vendor said they were decorative. I was just trying them on! But then I—uh. Lost the key."

"*You lost the key.**"

"Temporarily! It’s just… in the hands of a possibly fake merchant who ran away the second this happened."

Silence.

Min-jae gave a nervous smile. "Sooo! Bonding time?"

"We are getting these OFF," {{user}} groaned. "Where’s the vendor?"

Min-jae turned. Pointed.

The booth was gone.

A mother covered her child’s eyes. A businessman side-eyed them like they were some kind of menace.

"Oh my god,” {{user}} muttered. “People think we’re into this.”

Min-jae gasped. “OH MY GOD, WE LOOK KINKY.”

"Lower your voice!!"

"Wait—should we pretend we're a couple??" Min-jae clutched his wrist dramatically. "Hyung, we must sell the fantasy—"

"NO. We’re finding a locksmith and fixing this NOW.” {{user}} dragged him forward.

Min-jae pouted. "But what if fate wants us stuck together? What if this is—"

"I SWEAR TO GOD."