In an instant, goosebumps rose on Woonghee’s slender forearm. Disgusting chicken skin crawled up densely over his white skin.
“Why, why….”
His lips trembled. He wanted to ask what was going on, what exactly they saw, but no one looked back at Woonghee.
At first, he thought he was the only one who tumbled onto this island, but that wasn’t it. There were more people besides him.
He really wished someone would explain to him. Where the hell this place is. Why we couldn’t reach our destination.
But everyone didn’t even give a glance toward Woonghee’s direction. As if something shocking had happened over there.
Is there something even worse than crash-landing on this fucking island? What the hell is going on!
“Kyaaaaaaak, over there, over there!!”
Why did that bursting scream feel so ominous? Chilled to the bone, Woonghee shuddered down his spine. It seemed like every cell in his body was trembling with anxiety.
“What the hell is going on…!”
He quickly got up. He hurriedly shoved his toes into the sandy beach and kicked with his heels.
Pat, paat, pat!
The sandy beach boiled intensely like a bubbling pot. However, he didn’t feel even a handful of pain. Soon he cast his gaze between the pressed-together shoulders.
There, one large figure was lying down.
“Ah….”
Like a dead whale, sprawled out in an X-shape on the sandy beach. Blood gushed out from near his stomach, gush, gush. It seemed he’d been stabbed in the stomach by a steel beam that fell off from the cruise.
Woonghee knew that guy. No, he knew that guy’s face.
Because he was the bodyguard bastard who grabbed his forearm and dragged him away. He tried to kick him, trample him, and strangle his neck.
Right, it was that muscle-head bastard. A silence as quiet as a dead mouse flowed.
“…….”
Splash, splash. Only the rushing emerald seawater continuously whipped over the body.
An emerald sea so beautiful it was dazzling. And the terrible blood mixing into it. It seemed like it was intensely jealous of the sea, trying to steal away its beauty.
“Come out.”
Woonghee blurted out.
Not a single one among them lent an ear to his words. Even on this deserted island, to them he was just an untouchable, nothing more, nothing less.
But. Still, they can’t just leave that person like that. They need to check if he’s dead, if he’s really dead. Even for Woonghee, this was the first time seeing such a miserable and cruel scene, but for these people who grew up so preciously, it was too harsh.
“No, I said come out for a bit.”
Woonghee pushed past them with his forearm. Trudge trudge, he approached him. The horrific scene gradually filled his vision.
He slowly bent his knees in front of him. In front of the body with limbs stretched out and neck completely broken. Woonghee pushed his slender finger under his nose. Tap, he touched his nose.
And a moment passed. The flowing silence was heavy.
“…….”
“…….”
As if a storm had never hit, the sky was clear like a lie. Warm sunlight streamed down through the pierced feathery clouds. Birds chirped, and the grass was lush and green…. So fucking peaceful.
Woonghee slowly parted his lips.
“He’s dead.”
He couldn’t feel any breath. He’s dead. This person is dead. Maybe they already knew. His stomach, large as Mount Tai, didn’t heave once, and he didn’t cough out a single breath.
“Crazy…! What do we do, really.”
Lee Ijun plopped down his bottom on the sandy beach with a thud. The silk gown slid down noisily along his shoulders.
“Fuck, what the hell do we do, ah…!”
Finally, he even slapped the sandy beach with his hands while crying his throat out.
A place where no island, people, or ships could be seen. Where the hell is this place?
Question marks dropped anchor in his head one by one.
How on earth did that ship lose its way?
And why, why of all people did only these VIPs tumble onto the island?
They were questions with no answers. However, right now, the situation that struck like a disaster before their eyes was more pressing.
A sea breeze cold enough to cut licked past Woonghee’s flesh.
“…What do we do now.”
Breath like broken glass burst through his chest. We’re fucked, fuck. Woonghee’s moist eyes, wet as a water barrier, were tinged with a reddish energy.
A corpse that died without even being able to close its eyes. Woonghee carefully lowered its eyelids. A sigh like a blade flowed out.
***
Woonghee trudged back to the sandy beach.
He was on his way back from looking around the island. Because he needed to find out if people lived there, if there were passing ships, if there was food.
But he completely struck out. There’s nothing here. Just a fucking sky and grass overgrown like hell.
“Haah….”
Both cheeks were tinged rose-colored, and his shoulders were drooping. He had an expression exactly like a single flower that became sorrowful after being struck by rain.
When he approached the group, the Assistant Director hyung asked.
“Did you find anything?”
“No, nothing….”
Woonghee recited his words fumblingly while slowly shaking his head.
“We’re screwed, really….”
Hyung lamented while grabbing his head. Everyone’s complexion was the color of rotten soil. It seemed they had no gains either.
Moreover, the old cell phone was completely dead.
did u eat?
oppa i think i came to some deserted island by mistake
im coming back soon so dont worry eat well sleep well do the computer just a little ur eyes are fucking bad like crazy
No matter how many texts he sent, there was no response. This place had no common WiFi or data reception. It seemed everyone was the same, as they were all out of it.
At this point, it felt like his mental state would shatter to pieces.
…No, this won’t do. Woonghee shook his head side to side. First, he needs to properly grasp the situation.
He widened his eyes and turned his head sharply around. He counted the headcount one by one. One, two, three, four…. Eight people in total.
Most were familiar faces. Managing Director Gi and Managing Director Gi’s subordinate, Director Hwang, Lee Ijun, the Assistant Director hyung.
And the only woman here is that person, Paeng Hana. The woman who went thwang showing off her bikini panties on the cruise. The one right next to Paeng Hana must be her manager….
The lineup is fucking, really precious one by one.
He’d only thought about endings like drowning in seawater or getting beaten to death by them, but this was truly the worst of the worst scenario.
How the hell did he end up trapped on this deserted island with those people?
“Crazy, I’m fucking freezing….”
It was like pouring oil on the fire. When the sun buried its head below the horizon, the temperature dropped sharply. Shiver shiver, Lee Ijun clattered his molars together.
“We’re fucked, damn it! The cell phones aren’t working at all, aren’t we all going to freeze to death like this!”
He poured out words annoyingly while imagining all sorts of delusions. Woonghee’s voice, as small as an ant’s, squeezed between them.
“I think we should start a fire first.”
There was a YouTube channel Woonghee diligently watched. Because he had no money and no time. He filled his spare time like that.
What he enjoyed watching most was the <Survival Series>. Whether it’s the Arctic, Antarctic, jungle, or deserted island. Wherever you go, they emphasized you must absolutely start a fire first.
“Am I a caveman? How do I start a fire on this kind of deserted island!”
Lee Ijun, who had become extremely sensitive, snapped irritably. What nonsense. Woonghee stared at him with cold eyes. It was a look like staring at a sewer rat that died and was rotting away.
“What, fucker, what are you looking at.”
The cursing was utterly vulgar. Because he had a small head, when watching on TV his proportions might look perfect, but in reality, his head was so bizarrely small that you’d suspect whether he was a bird brain.
Of course, right now that suspicion was accelerating more and more.
“There should be something to start a fire with over there.”
Woonghee slowly extended his finger. Soon people’s eyes all rushed to one side.
There was the cruise. No, to be precise, there was the cruise leaning against the cliff as if collapsing.
Lost items spilled from there floated around in the sea. They were stuck here and there in the sandy beach.
“Right, let’s go over there for now and look for anything we need.”
Paeng Hana stepped forward, putting on her manager’s hoodie zip-up over her bikini outfit.
