'Do you like fishing?'
Initially, when Suga heard that question after opening the door to find Marcus standing in front of him, he had wanted to answer that he couldn't exactly say he liked it, but he didn't hate it either. What ended up coming out of his mouth, however, was, 'Yeah, I guess I like it.' And he regretted saying that.
If he had said he didn't like it, he might have had an excuse to decline. But the man's face had lit up so much that it was hard to say no.
Now, here he was, sitting next to Marcus for almost an hour, staring miserably at their fishing rods, which hadn't caught a single fish. Today was supposed to be his day off—a day he should've spent lying in bed, thinking about absolutely nothing, not sitting here at the lake.
"Ah, fuck it. What if we use a bomb?"
Suga immediately shouted, "No! Don't be crazy! I'll fucking leave if you bring out anything strange!"