oops! | hansol vernon chwe

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and this is where i die.

i was excited about the rollercoaster, but definitely not enough to sit in the very front row. i had a huge fear of front rows; they were terrifying-especially when it's a loopy and most likely unsafe rollercoaster.

to prevent myself from almost shitting myself, i simply shut my eyes and stared at the darkness rather than knowing what was coming in front of me. i let myself rest on the seat of the rollercoaster next to the happy hansol.

once i felt the cart reach the hill, its speed decreased while the cheers of excitement coming from hansol and the others increased, reminding me that past the peak of the hill, everything was going to be hell.

the cart stopped.

shit.

"are you scared?" i heard hansol's deep voice ask me over all the cheers and screams.

my eyes remained shut. no shit, i thought, but instead, i lied. not like it was anything new by now.

"what? no, i'm not sc-"

an unbelievably piercing scream left my mouth instinctively once the carts nearly shot down from the peak of the hill at an immensely high speed.

"woo!" hansol exclaimed. i was unsure how he could have enjoyed what i considered torture.

as soon as we sped through the first loop, i clutched onto the hem of hansol's sweater sleeve tightly. i was suffering.

"fucking shit!" hansol barked. i wanted to ask what had happened, but i couldn't manage to let the words out.

a few moments-though to me, they felt like hours-of suffering passed until we finally came to a stop. i slowly and hesitantly opened my eyes, relieved at the fact that we, thankfully, reached the end. i released the handful of cloth from my grip as the seatbelts for the rollercoaster lifted themselves and i found my "cousin" covering the lower half of his face.

"what the hell happened to you?" i laughed. "did you get hit by a duck or something?"

he shook his head as he reluctantly lowered his hand to reveal his bare face. for a moment, i was bewildered and i didn't understand , but once i heard a group of about four or five teenage girls yell, "hansol vernon chwe!" i instantly caught on. his mask had fallen off.

"fuck," he breathed out. "i've been spotted!" he shot up from his seat, and in a matter of seconds, my hand was in his, and we were running from an army of girls, who looked about my age. despite being weak and unbalanced from the shock that the rollercoaster brought me, i managed to sprint quickly with the help of hansol's pull.

it was almost as if the ground was rolling under my feet as we rapidly passed the exit of the fair and made a turn around a corner to throw off the girls. behind a red pick-up truck, which was our cover, i sat on the floor, panting like crazy along with hansol.

"this does not feel like the lotto," he said within pants and heavy breathing.

i chuckled. "i've never been so active in my life," i mentioned.

hansol furrowed his eyebrows. "that doesn't seem like something to boast about, fatass." he laughed.

my hands traveled up to my ears to remove the mask from my face. "here." i handed it to hansol, who was in need of it more than i was. he took it from my hand and thanked me with a smile before proceeding to put it on.

"so, what are we gonna do now?" he asked. his voice was a bit muffled again, thanks to the mask. "we wasted all of our money on the VIP tickets," he explained. "and we can't go back or else i'll get noticed again."

i shrugged. "i don't know. what do you wanna do?"

he thought for a moment, looking up. his face lightened up suddenly, followed by a gasp. "i know! wanna go to the dorms and meet the members? we have time."

his smile was bright and he seemed really happy; i would have felt bad if i said no. i knew it was a bad idea, so i'm not sure why i nodded and said, "sure!"