Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter Three

A/N: AAAHH lol this chapter really bothered me because once I know where I want a story to go I always have trouble going back to the beginning, but all I'm hoping for right now is that it doesn't suck. Much. Please keep reading.

Yuta:

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that there was nobody on this damn island! Absolutely not a single freaking soul. And it was definitely an island. It took me almost an hour and a shoe full of blisters to discover that I had circled the entire thing when I spotted the tail end of the plane we had climbed out of earlier. Despair made my heart sink as I stood there, wondering what the hell I was going to do now. How were we going to get away from here? How was Taeyong supposed to get help for his arm? No. There had to be something. I turned around and scanned the horizon; circled the entire island again wishing desperately the whole time that I was taller, but I couldn't see any other land. Nothing. We were stuck. In the middle of nowhere.

Sighing heavily I made my way gingerly back up the beach to where Taeyong was resting, regretting with every step I took that I had decided to pack only sneakers. Not that it mattered much anyway. Only Taeyong's luggage had been in the stuff that survived the crash. He was still lying back on the giant sheet pillow, jacket covering his body and his ball cap pulled low over his eyes. He looked like he was posing for a magazine. He also looked like he hadn't moved an inch, except he had to if he had his cap on.

"Don't you dare say it." I said as I got closer to him.

"I didn't say anything." He said, tilting his head in my direction. He didn't even have a smirk on his face so he must really not have been about to say I told you so. Then again he was in a lot of pain.

"We are so fucked..." I whispered. I flopped down in the sand next to him and let out a whine that slowly dissolved into a mini panic attack. "Taeyong..."

"Don't say it." His eyes flashed in my direction and blazed with a heat I've rarely seen in them before. "Please don't."

"I can't not!" I half yelled. "We're fucking stuck here! W-W-Wherever the hell h-here even i-is...Oh my god, what if n-no one finds u-us?" My heart skipped a beat and my mini panic attack turned into a full blown one in a matter of seconds. I couldn't breathe. My lungs felt like they were about to explode and like they were empty at the same time. My eyes started to blur and I clawed at my chest as I saw a vision of myself dying on this island flash before my eyes.

"Yuta... Yuta, Please. Panicking doesn't change anything. And it certainly won't get us rescued any sooner. Calm down." Taeyong said as he lifted himself up and to his feet. "We need to look for more stuff. See what else we can salvage before the tide comes in. Maybe there's a first aid kit somewhere. And a phone." He started off in the direction of the plane while I sat there watching at him limping down the beach.

Taeyong:

I needed to walk away. For my own sanity. Yuta freaking out was making me freak out even more. He wasn't one to lose his cool easily and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit to myself. If we really are stuck here...No, we were ...important, right? I liked to think so, at least to our families and the company. Someone had to know by now that we were missing. I looked down at the watch my older sister had gotten me for my birthday last year. Besides a few scratches, it was still working fine. 16:52... We were supposed to reach Osaka at midday. Yes, someone would definitely have figured out we hadn't reached our destination by now. I swallowed past the lump in my throat as I thought about the other people that had been on the jet with us. My manager...