- Fabulous, Incredibly Good
Swoosh, swish, swiiiiish…
Fierce waves came crashing in. A beach dominated by damp fog. A pink grub wriggled.
“It’s not here…!”
No, it was a young man wearing a pink raincoat. He crawled frantically on all fours across the sandy beach.
Where the hell did it go?
He was so anxious he could die, gnawing on his nails. His heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. Why was the fog so thick today of all days? It was too dark to see properly ahead.
“Ah, this is really fucking awful.”
Swish, he threw back his pink hood. His face was fully revealed beneath the white, elegant moonlight.
Beads of sweat rolled down his silk-white forehead. His complexion was gaunt. His delicate lips, which looked like they held a single rose, parted.
“Fuck…”
I’m hungry.
Grumble, his flat lower stomach trembled. All he’d eaten for two whole days were a few fish. He didn’t even have the strength to shoo away a fly, yet there was a reason for making such a fuss.
…My omega medicine.
The omega suppressant had disappeared without a trace. All 14 of them, gone. He thought he’d dropped them somewhere here, but why couldn’t he see a single trace of them?
His fucking heat was coming next week. Disgusting slick would drip from his hole, and he’d become a beast crawling on all fours begging for a cock to be shoved in that filthy hole.
“I have to find it, I absolutely have to find it.”
And so he was frantically digging, tearing up, and rummaging through everything.
“…Huh?”
What’s that?
Over there, in the fog, there’s something. A small red light flickered.
Could it be…!
…The rescue team?
Hot adrenaline surged through him. It’s the rescue team, the rescue team has come! Like a thrill, joy, pleasure, and happiness rushed in like waves. Throb, throb, his chest bones ached. He was so deeply moved.
“I’m here…!”
Rescue team, the rescue team has finally come. He’d been waiting for this moment like crazy, really like crazy.
“Here!”
I’m here, please look here, he desperately shouted. He jumped up and down in place. Splash splash, wet sounds echoed from his boots.
“Here, I’m right here, fuck…, why are those bastards only coming now!”
Sob sob, his voice became soaked with moisture. His round, moist eyes like glass beads brimmed with tears.
Why am I even crying?
Woonghee roughly rubbed his eyes with his clenched fists. What kind of man cries over something like this? His red lips jutted out.
Whooooosh.
And once again, a storm blew in.
The sticky sea breeze wrapped around everything…
And from within, a massive silhouette slowly emerged.
Shoulders that stretched out broadly as if a cruise ship door had been torn off and attached. His nape was thick yet long, exuding an aristocratic elegance like deep-rooted lineage. His slightly long hair was neatly swept back, revealing sharp, pointed ear tips between the strands.
His eyes were deeply sunken, shadows pooling thickly within them. Inside was endlessly pitch black. Enough to make the back of one’s neck go cold just from looking silently. His jawline was sharply angled, moonlight seeping in to reveal contours that seemed ready to cut.
“Ah…”
That red light wasn’t the rescue team, a ship, or an airplane. So that was that man.
“Ahh…”
The smile at the corners of Woonghee’s mouth, who let out a long sigh, melted away completely. Like ice cream melting damply in scorching heat.
“It’s dangerous, what are you doing there?”
His eyes narrowed creepily thin. They were the eyes of a crocodile.
“Ah, were you watching me?”
He exhaled a long breath. The red light swelled greatly in size, then disappeared again. A cigarette, what that man was smoking was definitely a cigarette. He had mistaken just that for rescue ship lights.
“Do you like me?”
Beyond that cigarette ember, the corners of his mouth definitely held a faint smile.
‘That psychopath-like bastard!’
The clothes that man was wearing. He’d definitely seen them before.
Those are that person’s clothes. The one who died with his lower stomach ripped open, spilling bright red intestines. Something so pure white and gleaming, like it had been soaked in bleach.
…That man.
That terrible man might even tear apart and eat people when food disappeared from this island.
“Ah. Or is this what’s attracting you?”
He slowly lifted what he’d gripped in his hand. Bright red blood trickled down his thick wrist over black gloves. It was a large chunk of meat, looking almost like a beast.
…He’d just killed it.
Woonghee instinctively hunched his shoulders. It was a sense of instinctive wariness.
“Wh-what kind of meat is that?”
Sssss, he unconsciously stepped back. Crunch, his boot lodged between rocks. A small pill embedded in his slender calf bulged out, then disappeared without a trace.
“What do you mean what? Don’t you know?”
That characteristic drawling tone stuck damply to his ears. He gently shook the bright red chunk of meat like dog gum.
“I think Lee Woonghee-ssi would quite like it too.”
To treat him like a stray cat like that…! Woonghee stepped back another step. Crunch, the sand grains crumbled beneath his dampened boots.
“Do you think I’m the same type as you? Those filthy humans who’d catch and eat people when hungry.”
“Haha.”
The man lightly tilted his head back and burst into laughter. The Adam’s apple embedded in his elegant nape moved nobly.
“A corpse? Why would I pick up and eat something like that? It reeks.”
He muttered in a low, chewing manner. He swung his hand and threw it in front of Woonghee. Thwack, the chunk of meat splattered. The thick fat glistened an oily brown. It was deer meat the man had caught not long ago.
“It’s disgusting, so get rid of…”
He was about to shout to throw it away.
“How long are you planning to keep that up?”
He slowly tilted his head to the side. With the cigarette clamped tight between his molars, his thick fingers poked at his own stomach.
“You know. That unless you stab a knife in my stomach, you can’t avoid me.”
Bright red blood streaked across his abdomen. Just as if that stomach had really been stabbed with a knife.
“That’s why they call us slaves to our heat.”
Heat. Heat. Slaves… The words he spat out rolled eerily across the sandy beach.
Right, soon enough, just as the man said, it would really become that way. If he didn’t find the omega medicine, he’d become a bastard crazy for sex.
“Did I get hit in the head with a rock? Rather than fuck with someone like you.”
Tremble tremble, Woonghee’s narrow jaw shook.
“I’d rather stick with a beast.”
His eyes gleamed with interest.
“Did you have that kind of hobby? Woonghee-ssi, the more I see you, the more I can’t handle you. You’re really like a psychopath.”
The man’s sanpaku eyes flashed. Eyes so chillingly desolate they made his spine ache. A hundred people out of a hundred would point fingers at this man calling him a psychopath. Yet with that kind of face, he says such things. Not a shred of shame.
“…But I don’t mind that kind of thing.”
Talking with that man made him feel like he’d plummet to the bottom too. Woonghee swish, turned his back. Whooosh, the sticky wind blew.
The night sea with no end in sight. Trees growing while greedily sucking up nutrients, black birds crossing the sky.
…Everywhere you look here, it’s just fucking nature.
Still, you absolutely can’t let go of hope. People will come to rescue us soon. Definitely.
But at this time, Woonghee didn’t know. That perhaps the day after tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that…
They couldn’t escape.
***
The final 8 people who’d tumbled onto this fucking deserted island. These shitty humans were originally the leads of the killer film <Fabulous>.
Why the hell were these people stuck here?
To explain that, time must go back about a month from now.
