Jungkook: A Fictional Narrative

“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti. He's nervo-” “You better shut up, Jungkook.” Jhope lightly slapped the younger’s shoulder as Jungkook quickly raised his arms in a defensive boxing position. “Yeah, Jungkook. Can’t you see? Jhope’s getting old.” Namjoon taunted with an eyebrow raised. Both of them stared each other with _____ while ignoring the younger one of the group jumping around and throwing light punches at Jhope’s arm in the middle of the amusement park. “Like you should be talking.” Jhope scoffed. “We were born in the same year.” “But Namjoon, you can’t really blame him for being scared.” Jungkook looked at the roller coaster behind Jhope while dropping his punches.

At least I have one nice, understanding fr-” “I mean, he is a chicken,” snickered Jungkook, making him and Namjoon erupt into laughter and giggles. Jhope furrowed his eyebrows at them. “Why are you laughing? It’s not even funny.” They ignored him and continued laughing, but raised their eyebrows with curiosity when Jhope stomped a little on the ground, similar to that of an elementary schooler. “I am not a chicken.” “Prove it.” Jungkook’s index pointed at the ride behind Jhope. “Be a lone rider on that roller coaster.” The victim didn’t even turn around, fully aware of the ride behind him, and instead answered with a blunt, “No. You’re crazy.” To assert the point even more, he gave a slightly harder slap on Jungkook’s arm. It was also to help assert dominance over the kid. Jungkook looked up from under his lashes, looking quite innocent for a little devil. “You’re not going to do it?” A sly grin slipped onto his face. “Is it because you’re a chicken?” “Am not.” “Are