Game Over | JinMin

11.

POV: Jin
"I'm so tired of this place already! Ugh, this is so pathetic!" Jimin sneered, taking huge deep breaths in between each hike up the Mountain of Doom.

"Look, Jimin, think about it this way," I said, huffing. "The sooner we complete all of the quests, the sooner we can get back to our world, and not have to stay wherever this place is!"

"Mm, true... but still! Right now, we have to endure all of this pain, so it's no good thinking about what will happen after we beat the game," Jimin yawned. "Because we have to get up this stupid thing, and then do the quest, and then... wait, how many quests do we have to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Good question," I smiled sarcastically. "I have no flipping idea! It's as if I don't know what the hell is going on, isn't that just so funny!"

"Oh, shut up. But seriously, how many are there?"

"There are four quests, plus the boss level!" the robot replied for us once again.

"So five?"

"You've gotta be kidding me, I don't wanna be doing this kind of crap five times!"

We had no choice, though.

So, somehow we managed to get through the first quest pretty easily without much help from the robot at all. We just had to find some objects that were scattered around the mountain, with a five percent chance of dying. It sounds like a pretty small number but apparently, with each quest, the percentage of death gets higher and higher as you go along, so we were kind of dreading it.

Luckily, the second quest was pretty much the same as well, but we had a fifteen percent chance of dying instead, since there was a pond nearby that you could've drowned in if you weren't careful. I guess it was good for us that we weren't stupid enough to jump straight into a deadly pond, so we survived just fine.

I think it was probably during the third quest when we both started to lose our sanity a little bit.

"Jimin!" I heaved a sigh. "I can't walk any further, my legs are killing me!"

I sat down on the nearest tree log and panted in exhaustion, waiting a minute to catch my breath.

Jimin stood in front of me with a sympathetic smile. "I know it's tiring, but we'll get through this shit together," he said. "Here, I'll help you up."

He gently took my hand and gave it a light squeeze, raising his eyebrows at me with a cute grin.

"Let's go, my hand will guide the way there for you," he said so quietly, it was merely a breathy whisper.

I think he saw me go red, but when I held onto his grip tighter, he didn't let me go.