"Hyung, calm down!"
"OH MY GOD IM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE!"
"We haven't even made it up the hill-"
"IM NOT DOING THIS!"
"But you said you would."
"NO YOU GUYS MADE ME!"
The dyed-red haired man to my left tugged on my arm. "Just relax, Namjoon. You promised to go down the hill once. You aren't getting out of this."
I clenched my gloved hands. "And now I'm starting to regret it, Hoseok."
"You'll have fun, Hyung," the black-haired maknae assured. "It's not as hard as it looks."
"That's because you're good at everything, Kook."
He thought it over. "True."
Hoseok nudged me, making me gasp as the chair that was lifting us up the hill rocked in the slightest way. "Just be glad that Yoongi-hyung has the other two. You would not want to sit in between Taehyung and Jimin with how excited they are about this."
I guess there is one bright side. The trio had gone on before since they grew tired of waiting around trying to convince me to sit on the ski lift. "I don't care. I'd rather be at home with their complaining than here."
"Too late now. We're at the top!"
Someone save me.
Hoseok and Jungkook each grabbed an arm of mine and forced me off the ski lift. The skis attached to my feet were heavy dangling off the chair, causing my legs go a little numb, making it more difficult to stand. Only Yoongi and I chose the skis while the others chose actual boards. They led me to the edge of the slope, and I stared down it in horror. "Guys, there is no way."
"Just watch Jungkook do it." Hoseok looked to the youngest. "Go on, Kookie. Show him how it's done."
He gave a quick nod before pulling down his googles to cover his eyes. He started down the hill, smoothly gliding out of sight. I tried to watch his form, but the view of the long hill occupied my focus.
"Okay. My turn." He did the same with his googles and flashed a big smile. "See you at the bottom! Good luck!" He boarded down after the maknae.
I took a deep breath and started to mumble to myself. "Okay, Namjoon. You can do this. It's just physics. You aced that class. You got this." Another breath, and I forced myself down the hill.
Apparently it's not that easy.
I think I wiped out about halfway, but I also think that I hit my head so hard and slid most of that half way. At first I was doing fine, leaning at the right angle to keep me upright and turn, but I guess I got too cocky with it. I felt my skis hit each other and next thing I know I got a face full of snow. As I said before, I slid, but I had no idea how far.
"Ow. Shit." I lay there on my back for a moment, dreading to get up. An amount of time (I didn't know how long) passed, and I sat up. Both arms felt fine, and I picked up both legs easily, finding them to be fine also. I had lost both skis. One lay a few feet to my left, and the other I had lost earlier up the hill.
I stood and picked up the closer ski then moved up the slope to retrieve the other. It was difficult to tread up it, and it was a while, but I found the second ski. I bent over to pick it up. The five others I came here with must be worried. Or at least that's what I'd like to think.
"Hey! Watch out!"
I straightened only to be knocked over again. The last thing I saw was a concerned and shocked look on a man's face and getting hit by that certain individual.
