Jungkook looked at Ryan, who was now sitting on the polished wooden bench beside the bowling lanes, his small hand wrapped around a plastic cup of cold water. The child's movements were slowed by physical exhaustion, his small body depleted from the continuous activity of throwing the bowling ball, from the repeated attempts to achieve strikes, from the particular fatigue that came from pushing one's body beyond its comfort zone. 

Ryan drank the water slowly, carefully, savouring each sip with the particular appreciation that only a tired child could muster after exertion. His eyes were slightly glassy, the look of someone who'd pushed themselves hard and was now reaping the consequences of that effort. His breathing was still slightly elevated, still recovering from the activity, still returning to its normal rhythm.