Kyuhyun sprains his finger trying to catch an apple and the world deteriorates into chaos. He sits around back at the dorms, glaring at his finger as if it's the source of all evil in the world, refusing to budge for hours on end.
When it's his turn to wash the dishes, he holds up his sprained finger as if it's the answer.
"I'm sorry I'm disabled. I think I'll have to skip out on my chores this week." Then he grins and hobbles off, as if he's sprained both his ankles and cracked a hip as well.
"You'd think he amputated his arm or something," Hyukjae whispers to Donghae, who nods, eyes never leaving the screen.
"I heard you!" Kyuhyun storms back into the room and thrusts his hand in Hyukjae's face. "Do you know what spraining my finger means? Do you?" Hyukjae shakes his head slowly, eying the swollen and slightly blackened finger. "It means I can't hold a mic properly, it means I can't hold a pen and can't write or sign properly. It means I can't type on a fucking keyboard. I might as well be amputated for all the shit this injury has caused."
There's silence as Kyuhyun storms back into his room, before Heechul shouts out, "Would you like me to amputate it for you? Free of charge!"