Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter Four

Yuta:

 I think I was slowly starting to lose my mind.

"It's been 2 days..." I said as I huddled in front of the fire next to Taeyong. It was a miracle we even had a fire at all. I had found Taeyong's phone behind the bed after I pulled the mattress out of the wreck for us to use. It was blank of course, the screen dark and waterlogged, but his face had lit up like I had given him a candy bar. I didn't understand his frenzied explanation about lithium and oxygen and something about Bear Grylls... all I know is that he pulled the battery out the back of his phone and stuck some metal in it. Boom. Sparks. I should probably be grateful he spent so much time in our dorm room watching documentaries by himself. I definitely wished I had watched them with him. I would feel more useful then. 

"We need food." He replied. "I feel like my stomach is trying to eat me alive." He rubbed it with his good hand as he complained. We'd been trying to fish; well...I had been trying to fish, but so far no luck. We didn't really have any lines or nets, or even bait to draw the fish to us. All the tips Taeyong had given me did nothing. It would probably just be better if he did it himself but I really didn't want him to strain his arm any further. 

"We haven't really gone exploring." I said and glanced back at the forest behind us. "We should try looking for like more ...trees or something." I mumbled, pulling the sheet tighter around my body. Taeyong had lent me his hoodie but it was barely helping. It got really cold at night time. He shot me a look that usually meant I had said something stupid.

 "Don't look at me like that! Don't islands always have like thousands of coconuts and bananas? You know that's what I meant." We had found two coconut trees on the shore but there had only been a few fresh ones that had water and a lot of the rest were older. The flesh tasted amazing after a full day of nothing to eat but I really REALLY wanted something else right now. Anything else. I poked him in the ribs and he laughed softly.

 "I know. I don't think there are bananas here though." It surprised me really. I haven't heard him laugh in a while. Not since weeks before his scandal had even broken and he had started to withdraw into himself. Everyone had been curious about what was really going on but our other manager had advised us to ask Taeyong about it personally rather than hear it from them. I bit my lip, trying to think of the best way to casually bring up the subject when he yawned loudly. His eyes scrunched up and his nose became rounder, his lips forming a perfect oval.

"That is so unfair! Why are you handsome even when you yawn?" It came out of my mouth before I was even aware I was thinking of it. He laughed again, louder this time and smiled when I noticed his ears had gone bright pink. 

"Not you too." He muttered. "People call me handsome all the time." He pulled the front of his cap down further over his face and bent down to add more of the sticks we had gathered into the fire. 

"But you are." I told him just to see how flustered he would get but instead he flipped it back at me by saying,

"So are you." I blinked slowly, not really knowing what to say. He was joking right? Taeyong thought I was handsome? Me? I could see the blush creeping up his neck and filling his cheeks. That was crazy. Why would he be embarrassed? I always looked at him with envy during our press and photo shoots. Taeyong stood out like a beacon next to the rest of us. He was... like a lighthouse compared to me with my little light bulb. He was so beautiful I was almost offended at having to compete for attention with him.

"You think I'm handsome?" I asked, trying to keep the smile out of my voice, but I think I failed because he groaned loudly and slumped back onto the mattress we were sitting on. The sheet we had wrapped around some sticks and used as a canopy fluttered in the wind and the last of the sun's rays brushed over his lips.

 "We'll go exploring in the morning." He said, ignoring my question.

 "Hey. I asked you a question." I nudged his leg with my foot, but he ignored me still and shifted further away from me even though it had to be hurting his shoulder.

 "Hey!" He stayed quiet still and I rolled back on the bed to move closer to him.

 "Yah! Answer me." He let out a long loud snore. I laughed so hard I almost snorted as poked his belly through the sheet he was using.

 "Why won't you - " 

"Go to sleep, Yuta." He grumbled. 

So I did.

Taeyong: 

I woke the next morning to the sound of Yuta's stomach grumbling. I couldn't stop the pang I felt in my chest at the sound. We were really stuck here. With no food. I got up slowly, careful of my shoulder and checked to make sure the sand hadn't blown too much at night. No, our giant S.O.S sign made of towels was still there. As well the giant arrow Yuta had made out of rocks when he was bored. I had laughed when he showed it to me, but to be honest if it helped point people in the right direction, I was all for it. I looked up at the morning sky. It was a bright blue. The kind of solid blue you see in paintings. Not even a single cloud. Or a plane. 

I sighed. Either no one was looking for us yet, or they just didn't know where to look. I rubbed my eyes as I forced back a mini freak out. How were we supposed to draw people's attention when there was no one passing by to see us in the first place? I spent some time splashing my feet in the cool water before walking back over to the shelter Yuta had spent longer cursing at than it actually took him to make. I looked down at him, curled up on the mattress like a baby, his feet had somehow ended up on the side of the makeshift bed that had the pillows. He never woke up in the same position he fell asleep in. He huffed out a breath in his sleep and I couldn't resist reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes. He looked much better in his sleep. There was no evidence of the sarcastic faces he usually made, not even any laugh lines around his cheeks. He was just Yuta. 

His stomach rumbled again and I felt mine pinch in sympathy. I know I had told him we would go exploring together last night but if I was being honest with myself, going with Yuta would probably scare away any animals I would find if I went alone. And carefully. I sat there for a minute, berating myself for not really giving him a chance to come with me and prove he wouldn't be completely helpless in the forest, but the noises coming from his stomach made the decision for me. I grabbed a stick from the pile we had gathered for the fire. It was long, too long really for our fire pit but it made a great walking stick. 

It wasn't until I had been walking for a while that I thought about what Yuta would think when he woke up and I was gone. I should have left a note in the sand or something... anyway, it was too late now. And I was definitely sure I had seen the tracks of a wild boar; if I could follow them for a while and find its den, I would find a way to grind a point on a stick or something and come back later in the day to find it again. Bolstered by my discovery and hopefully finding us some food, I started humming a little tune and tried to figure out what lyrics would be appropriate for it. I got so distracted it took me a while to realise I hadn't seen any tracks for a while. Damn it. 

I stopped short and looked around trying to remember which rock I had seen them at last. Nothing. "UUUUURGGGGH!" I let out a frustrated grumble and started backtracking in the direction I had come from when I noticed something glinting in the shadows behind some trees to the right. Huh? I moved in that direction, sometimes tripping over the roots in the path ahead of me but when I saw something shiny again, my heart almost stopped.

 That was the logo from the side of the plane! I was pretty sure I remembered it. Yuta and I had briefly discussed what we thought had happened to the rest of the plane and since we had woken up on the beach we had assumed it got washed out into the water too, just like the tail had yesterday when the tide had come in for the night. But what if it hadn't?

 I looked up as I made my way through the forest faster and noticed, yes, there was a slight dip in the trees. If the plane had dived in at that angle, it would be just a few feet further than where I could still see the edge of the – 

My feet slipped from under me and I yelled as my sling caught in some branches, my arm reached out to break my fall, jarring my shoulder as I dropped to the ground and rolled down the bank with the sand had just collapsed from the edge I had stood on. I swore loudly as sand flew in my face and pain ripped through me as I tried to keep my shoulder from dislocating again, maybe that's why I didn't see the tree until I went smack bang into it.

Then everything went black.