Daehyun bit down his bottom lip as he stood next to Youngjae, watching how the younger buried his face in his folded arms, groaning in frustration.

"Daehyun. Seriously," the younger growled, blindly motioning his hand towards the laptop screen. "I let you use my laptop, just once! and you... you... you download a ing virus!"

The older cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm... ugh, sorry?"

"Sorry won't cut it," Youngjae replied with a death glare. "No more internet for you."