Game On (markson/kaisoo/jikook)

12 Cupid's Arrow

*Mark POV*

The changing area was full of these fake people. They made me uncomfortable, but I didn't put up any kind of fight so that I could get to Jackson sooner. I just had to be patient. Or so I thought, but these bloody makeup artists were doing my head in. Eyeliner? Contour? What even?
"Please put this on, sir." A female dummy requested, passing me an extremely questionable outfit.
"Why, it's for girls?"
"Master Hoshi has requested it."
"Aaaarrrghhhh."
I did as I was told, but not before telling them what I thought and where they could shove there costumes and master. I was infuriated, and soon to be humiliated. But it's for Jackson, always for Jackson. Where had I heard this before?

I stepped out into the ring. No. I was pushed out, kicking and screaming. I faced the audience, only to be met with more dummies. Oh God. I pryed my eyes from the planned cheering and set my gaze on my fiancé, tied to a chair, blind folded and one hundred feet off the ground with a bow and arrow aimed at him. This was one boiling hot mess waiting to spill. How was I supposed to win? Seven minutes to complete this course? Your out of your mind! "Hold on, baby, Mark's coming."

"Who's ready for some fun?" A familiar voice teased the crowd through a mega phone.
"Ahhhhhhh" the crowd cheered, the fake crowd!
"Hoshi!" I spat, I should've known it was him.
The pink haired boy was sitting on the tight rope like it was a throne or something. His feet dangled listlessly and his idle chatter into the mega phone continued.
"Let's hear it for our one and only, Mark!"
The crowd roared, though I knew they weren't watching. It was just me, Jackson, Kamisama and Hoshi. And I was going to beat this, I had to, for my love!

I clicked my tongue. How should I go about winning? Was there a way or was this doomed from the beginning? I didn't care for the answer, I only needed to finish this. Taking one last look at my lover I turned to face the beginning of the course. Tightrope.
"This way please," a smartly dressed 'assistant' requested, tugging my loose sleeve.
"Oh, uh, do I have to climb this on my own?"
"I suppose so."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
I grudgingly made my way over to the ladder that would take me to the beginning. I winced at the height. Killer, literally. I grabbed the first step, then the second, slowly pulling myself up. It would've been easier if my nerves weren't causing my entire body to tremble. I watched my feet as they stepped onto each bar, praying they wouldn't slide off the wooden supports. Sweat trailed from my brow down my nose. It was really.......itchy! I wanted to let go and relieve myself of this hellish feeling, but I couldn't. Damn it!

"Something wrong, Mark?" Hoshi asked from the tightrope he occupied.
"No! What gave you that idea?"
"Hmmmmmm? Not itchy are you?"
"No!"
"If you insist brave boy."
I wanted to strangle him. First he flirts with my man, and now he has the audacity to mock me while I'm at my lowest. Son of a biscuit!

Once I had reached the top, and stomached what had been threatening to spew from my mouth, I stood victorious at the top of the ladder, looking over at Hoshi sitting on my first challenge. I scratched my head and my face, getting rid of any and all annoying itches that broke out at the wrong time.
"Ready?" Hoshi smiled snidely, falling from the rope and landing perfectly on the ground below.
"Just get this over with," I breathed heavily, catching my breath. I couldn't look down. I didn't want to look down. Only torment and mannequins awaited me below.
"Alright, start the clock!" A loud gun shot followed. Fake gun, I assumed.

I quickly tiptoed over to the rope, not thinking twice before stepping onto it. Thinking twice meant backing out, and backing out meant regrets, which I couldn't afford. Jackson was probably terrified for us both, but I guessed now was my chance to show him I could do things on my own.
"Mmmmm, Mark? Where am I? Why is it dark? What the hell is going on?"
A single tear sprung free and trailed down my panicked face. He was awake? Oh no, not what I had wanted. "Relax Jackson! Just sit back and I'll come over."
"From where? Where are we? Is this a blindfold? A prank?"
"Yeah, a prank! A harmless little game."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"I love you Mark, but your a shit liar. I can practically smell Hoshi."
I smacked my forehead, momentarily forgetting I was on a wobbly rope that had no balance rail for me. I slid over the side. "Ahhh!"