Game On (markson/kaisoo/jikook)

11 Russian Roulette

*Jungkook POV*

We entered a sort of cave that I had never once realised was here. I had Jimin on my back, as somehow his crutches had disappeared. He was light, that was good, but I didn't know what this game would require from us, and if I could carry him all the way through.

"Here we are!" Kamisama said, stopping us in our tracks.
We observed a dimly lit cavern, only glow-worms illuminating the space. Rainwater, probably from the monsoon the other day, leaked from the roof. Or it could just be worm poop.
"What's the rules then?" Kyungsoo sighed bitterly.
"We haven't reached the end point, have we?" Kamisama smirks, teasing all of us.

We were guided through the leaky cave, dodging falling glow-worms and pot-holes threatening to trip us.
"When are we there?" Jimin whined. Slowly slipping down my back.
"Now!"
Kamisama slipped through a crevice in the rocks. We followed suit, not knowing what else to do. What we found inside was a red room with five chairs, two facing two on opposite sites of the room and one down the middle.
"What the?" I murmured, bewildered by the layout.
"Now then, shall we get seated?"

The three of us sat in our designated chairs. Jimin and I on one side, Kyungsoo on the other.
"We are going to have a quiz," the dictator stated, " Whoever is answering a question sits in the middle seat. You will each be given a gun as well."
I shuddered, knowing where this was going.
"One bullet per gun, obviously, and whoever gets the question wrong is shot at. Let's hope your aim is good, yeah?"
I held back the urge to puke. "This is barbaric!"
"You won't shoot at Jimin, don't worry, only Kyungsoo, and it would've been visa versa buuuut....."
I glanced at the pale boy sitting opposite me.

"Let's begin, pick a number between one and ten, Jungkook!"
I snapped my attention to the man sitting on a bench I hadn't noticed to the side. "Umm, eight?"
"Nope, Jimin?"
"Five?"
"Nope, wrong again. Kyungsoo?"
"Uhhh, is it, three?"
"Nah uh, back to Jungkook."
"Six?"
"Bingo! Your up first!"
I sighed and got up from my chair. I mentally face palmed myself for being so lucky as to answer right. I sat back down in the centre seat. Clasping my sweaty hands.

"Question one, do goldfish really have a memory of three seconds?"
I cleared my throat. Not entirely sure. "I don't think so."
"Are you sure?"
I glanced first at Jimin who was releasing silent tears of fear and worry. Then at Kyungsoo who seemed to be thinking of the answer himself.
"I'm sure."
"Correct, they can actually remember previous information from up to five months prior."
I breathed a sigh of relief. That was just a lucky guess.

"Next up, Kyungsoo!"
I shuffled back to my original seat, while Kyungsoo took my place in the middle.

"Question two, which planets in the solar system are known as the 'Gas Giants'?"
His face sank. I didn't know this either. "Jimin, do you know?" I whispered.
"No, I don't."

"Are they, Mars and Uranus."
"I'm afraid not Soo, let's pull out the punishment shall we?"
Jimin and I reluctantly picked up the black guns in front of us.
"Who's shooting?"
I glanced at my lover, who's fingers trembled like leaves in the wind.
"I will," I spoke up, taking responsibility.

"Fire away," Kamisama smiled, though it wasn't kind.
I readied the gun, not sure where to aim. His head? His arm? Do I want to kill him or let him off with a serious injury, letting him suffer. Neither sounded right, and all I could think about was the kind Minseok who listened to our sad story, and what would Jongin do if he found out his world was killed, by me? I would definitely kill whoever killed Jimin. No question.
"Just do it!" Kyungsoo sobbed, tears staining his face.
I hesitated, "Please let this be an empty shot!"
I pulled the trigger, though my eyes were squeezed shut.
'Pop!' Nothing. It was safe. There was no bullet. I released a huge breath I had been holding. "Thank God!"
Kyungsoo wept tears of relief as he gladly stood up and retreated to his chair.