Fucking Paradise
How long do you think it takes for a person locked in solitary confinement to go crazy?
A year? Half a year?
No, surprisingly, just two weeks is enough.
And exactly two weeks plus one more day.
Madness like poison flowed through the island. This place, no different from a prison without bars. Everyone was slowly, but surely, going insane.
Lee Ijun picked up and ate poisonous mushrooms, and with his two eyeballs completely glazed over, he spread his legs for that gangster bastard almost every day.
One day, he even sucked Director Hwang’s rancid dog-food-smelling dick. Woonghee, who accidentally witnessed it, couldn’t hold back his vomit and ended up soaking his entire chest.
Paeng Hana screamed at the top of her lungs like someone having an acute seizure.
“This fucking mouse bastard!”
A fat baby mouse apparently came out of a rotten corn can.
And the Assistant Director, gloomy and ominous, was caught by Woonghee while burying food in the sandy beach.
“Aaaaah!”
The Assistant Director rolled his eyes back with an expression like he’d seen a ghost and fell on his butt.
“Y-you, what are you doing there!”
Woonghee turned his cell phone flash backward to illuminate his own face. And with a pale appearance like Toshio’s ghost, he looked at his hyung.
“Swimming in the sea.”
“…What?”
And Woonghee, among them all, was going crazy most calmly, but most certainly.
“I just fainted and woke up. Fuck, those jellyfish bastards kept stinging me.”
His white face, like a bruised peach, had heat spots blooming in parts. It had just been last night. He’d thought about swimming in the sea to try to leave this island.
But he happened to get stung on the head by a jellyfish. In an instant, all the strength drained from his body. Just when he thought he’d finally died peacefully, he was swept by the waves and found himself back on the sandy beach.
No one died or got hurt. It was a very strange situation. Everyone was going crazy, but stubbornly surviving in reality.
Unbelievable, but wasn’t it just like a filming location someone had carefully created? As if you couldn’t even die without permission.
His head wasn’t working normally from anxiety. Because he couldn’t find the suppressants either. Now everything was just a matter of time.
His heart pounded. As if he had a time bomb installed instead of a heart.
“H-how were you going to swim there…”
“Then should I just wait here and become crow food?”
Caw, caw. Above Woonghee’s head, crows were really crying loudly and circling around. As if waiting for them to die here.
Woonghee looked up at the sky with red cheeks. I wish I could fly like that too. Then I could scream for help, that there are humans here, please rescue us.
Is heaven not moved because my prayers are too poor and insufficient?
At that moment, a passing crow cawed. As if answering his words.
Yeah, fuck.
Again. Let’s look around the island again. How big is this island? At the very least, it must be about the size of Dokdo. He’d looked around the west side, but the east side still remained.
“Come out.”
Like that, Woonghee left the Assistant Director behind and moved his feet briskly.
“Hey, hey, crazy, are you really okay? Your eyes look insane…”
“I said come out.”
On Woonghee’s back as he went into the cave and came back out, a backpack was loaded. With matchboxes and dry firewood stuffed inside, he diligently moved his feet.
In one hand, he was firmly gripping two tree branches with grilled—or were they raw—fish skewered on them. Watching him tenaciously tear into them with his front teeth, the Assistant Director subtly frowned.
‘Crazy psycho…’
Woonghee moved his feet frantically while diligently chewing his cheeks. Like a honey badger crushing and deboning fish to eat, he gnawed the flesh bit by bit with his molars.
The wild attacked him. Even though his forearms were torn and sharp thorn-like things attacked his ankles, Woonghee continued climbing upward. At the valley he encountered midway, he quenched his thirst and carefully wiped away his sweat.
What exactly am I looking for?
No, is there even anything here at all? It felt like walking on his own feet into a beast’s maw made of grass.
Caw.
And those annoying crow bastards. They kept circling above his head, cawing, cawing. Just as he was swinging a tree branch, telling them to fuck off.
“Shi…”
Caw, the crow that had been cawing snatched away the fish Woonghee had been gripping in his hand.
“You son of a bitch!”
Woonghee, thoroughly heated up, whipped his head around. Raising his head toward where the crow flew. Something, a color completely incongruous with this green spectacle of bushes, caught his eye.
Bright red.
“It’s a lighthouse…”
It was surrounded by ivy and weathered by the sea breeze, but that was definitely a lighthouse.
He hurriedly moved his feet. Even though it was already so old that he wondered if it would be any help. It was the first artifact of civilization he’d seen on this island.
Standing at the top of the lighthouse, he could see the surrounding sea even better. If only he had binoculars…
“Ah…!”
Woonghee, remembering something, quickly turned on his cell phone. Though it was an old phone already 4 years since release, it could zoom up to 30x.
He hurriedly opened the camera app and captured the sea within the frame. He slowly swept all around in 360 degrees. Carelessly turning the screen, he whipped back to where he was.
“Huh…?”
What’s that?
There was something protruding bumpily above the horizon.
Could it be an island?
Even zoomed in 30x, if it appeared this size, it must be very far away.
If only he could send a rescue request in that direction. Click, click. He tried pressing the lighthouse’s switch, but no light came on. There was no kerosene. Suddenly, a bright idea occurred to Woonghee.
Wh-what if the oil from the cruise ship would work?
He hurriedly broke through the mountain going down. At a speed that didn’t even take half of half the time it took to climb up, he vigorously broke through the grass cave coming down.
“Huff, huff, ugh…!”
Suddenly, Woonghee’s two feet, launched like a rocket, stopped abruptly.
Someone was sitting on the sandy beach.
A filthily black silhouette. With their head buried in pitch-black darkness, standing guard like a shadow.
Could it be Director Hwang?
No, no, these pheromones flowing on the sea breeze weren’t Director Hwang’s. That human had exactly the smell of rotting meat.
‘Ah…’
Right, it was Managing Director Gi. The one he’d been fucking avoiding for two days. He was sitting on some metal chair.
A large feline animal hiding its body in a suit. Looking at the man, that was exactly the feeling he got.
His frame would have been naturally large to begin with, but Managing Director Gi had thickly plastered on muscle mass to increase his body volume.
Inserting muscles precisely where muscles should be inserted was probably to create a sharp and sophisticated atmosphere when wearing a suit.
“……”
“……”
That solid silence. The one who broke that stillness first was, as always, that man’s merciless kindness.
“Woonghee-ssi.”
He slowly turned his head. As if he knew he was standing there, but was magnanimously understanding.
“You must have been running. You’re sweating a lot.”
Yeah, just like the man’s pheromones were pushed along carried by the sea breeze, his pheromones must have reached him too. The smell like a jumble from a peach basket where these C-grade, D-grade cheap peaches were stacked and sold at a discount.
“Managing Director, what were you doing here?”
“Mm, I don’t know if it’s just my mood.”
Starting with that opening, how anxiety-inducing it was. Woonghee hoped what came after was truly just the man’s mood.
“It seems like Woonghee-ssi keeps avoiding me, between neighbors in the same community.”
“…That’s because you’re creepy.”
“Ah.”
The man let out a sigh like a stunned exclamation and slowly crossed his legs. From the heel of his shoe, sand scattered and fell. Moonlight pooled at the tip of the shoe heel, emitting a smooth sheen. Armed with elegance down to his toes, he revealed his displeasure without hiding it.
“That can’t be.”
He shrugged the ends of those shoulders that were selfishly wide sideways, seeming like they might invade even his personal space.
“I’ve never heard such a thing in my entire life.”
He wanted to ask why he kept coming and pestering him. It was a hot smell. He wondered if it was a burning smell, but pheromones were surging and flowing. If he wasn’t deliberately releasing pheromones like that, it meant the man was also soon… going into rut.
The man lowered his shoulders and extended his long arm. At the same time, his pitch-black pupils sank deeply down from his sharply sunken eye sockets.
He wondered what he was doing. He was staring at Woonghee’s ankle buried in the sand.
Overall slender, straightly extended legs. Since sunlight gathered on the thighs where the most flesh was attached, they truly radiated a smooth sheen.
“How does Woonghee-ssi run around so well on those ankles?”
Goosebumps rose on his knees. Being with this man, he was always led along at his pace.
Should he say it felt like a devil was gently coaxing him, saying if you eat this candy you’ll feel good? Inside that candy, there would probably be ecstasy or aphrodisiacs or something. Seeping in through the tongue to meltingly dissolve a person’s brain…
He had to throw away such nonsense. Because he had something to say to him. So wasn’t he still confronting this man like this?
“That’s not what’s important right now…”
Woonghee tried to continue speaking.
Aren’t you the owner of that cruise ship? Can’t we extract some oil from that cruise ship?
Fuck, please let’s get off this island, I’m dying of anxiety because there are no suppressants, they say even rotting in solitary for just 2 weeks makes your brain go completely haywire but he’d rather rot in solitary…
However, Woonghee’s words didn’t make it out of his mouth.
‘Huh…?’
Something sparkled on the sandy beach. It was none other than something shining incongruously in the part where the man had been firmly digging in his shoe heel until just now.
No matter how he looked at it, that was the medicine he’d been searching for so desperately. My, my omega medicine…
Thud, his heart dropped. He was so surprised he almost bit the tip of his tongue. He wondered why he’d only discovered it now, but the man had been stepping on it, so he hadn’t known.
“Why?”
He asked slowly. Soon his shoe foot fell down. Crunch, trampling something. The suppressant got crushed under his shoe.
“Did you find something?”
Trembling, his pupils shook. Woonghee kept his head as it was and only moved his pupils slowly to the side.
He was definitely smiling. Yeah, he knew. The fact that the suppressant was there. He’d been playing with him like this, placing him on his palm like a hamster and rolling him around.
While doing so, with his pupils he glanced at the ground, and there was Woonghee’s shadow. He brought his hand to Woonghee’s shadow. As if gripping an ankle, he bent his large grip.
“They’d all fit in one hand. Both legs on both sides.”
The man smiled strangely again. Woonghee pressed down firmly on his lower belly. It felt like something was weighing on his stomach. No, rather than weighing on it, it would be more accurate to say his empty stomach was twisting wretchedly as if being wrung.
Being with that man always made his stomach feel unpleasant like this.
The man’s burnt-like smell rushed in through his whole body… It felt like his groin was itchy, and it also felt like between his buttocks was getting strangely wet.
So he tried to avoid him somehow.
“Come and get your medicine.”
When he said that, Woonghee had absolutely no way to handle it. He bit and rolled his lower lip. One step, then another step. His heart pounded as he stepped toward him. Because he could feel all his nerves touching him, it felt like his peripheral nerves were naturally standing on end backward.
And finally.
Reaching before him and extending his arm. He heard a muttering voice from right above his head.
“…Fourteen pills.”
Woonghee-ssi’s suppressants. It was a voice lurking with base delight.
