Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter Ten

Taeyong:

For the first time I woke from my nightmare without crying out. My eyes flashed open wide and my chest was tight. I couldn't breathe even though my mouth was open. Nothing worked. Not my lungs, or my arms, or my legs. I was frozen in shock and even knowing I had been dreaming did nothing to change it. A tear slid down the side of my face and I felt it drip into my ear. I suddenly felt hot all over and when my body finally decided it remembered how to move, I tumbled out of the sheets and staggered down the beach towards the water, breathing heavily. Shit. I just wanted them to stop. How many times was my conscious going to torture me with what could have been. We were alive now that was all that mattered. Yuta is alive. I don't know how long I sat there staring at the horizon where the helicopter had been. It couldn't have been long. I didn't even feel cold yet when Yuta sat down behind me and lay his head on my back.

"Is that even comfortable?" I asked as his cheek warmed the spot on my spine his face was resting against.

"Nope." He answered, but he stayed like that. He didn't say anything else. Or ask me anything. I was glad.

After a while I reached behind me for his hand and brought it forward to my lap. His hands were slightly larger than mine, his nails clipped short, it was so pale in the moonlight I couldn't even see the lines on his palm but I traced them anyway. Where they should be.

"That feels nice." He mumbled behind me. I felt it in my chest.

"You're so pale. We've been here almost two weeks and you're still whiter than the sand." I flipped his hand over and rubbed at cuts on his knuckles that were scabbing over. They looked different without the many rings he usually wore on them.

"I've been staying in the shade." He said and lifted his head. He peered over my shoulder.

"You're just as pale." He flexed his hand in mine and I chuckled softly.

"It's just the moon." I covered his hand with both of mine and tucked it under my jacket.

"Hey. Why do you only care about my right hand? What about my left?" He complained and snuck it in next to his other one inside my jacket. I don't know why it felt good to be sitting here like this with him, but it did. For me, at least. I worried, just a little, and a bubble of panic was pushing its way through my throat making my voice rough.

"Yuta..." I didn't really even know what to say after that. He hummed against my back but I kept quiet. I didn't know how to make myself ask. He must have felt my back tense because he pulled his arms closer around me.

"Don't worry about it." I don't know what I wasn't supposed to worry about. This? Everything? How we were going to get home? Dying...? I sucked in a few deep breaths and went back to staring at the horizon.

Yuta:

A few more days passed, but the helicopter didn't come back. I knew Taeyong was obsessing over it and it made me feel horrible. All he'd done during our time here was help me and I had made him feel bad about it. I bit my lip as I sat on a rock I had found in the water on the other side of the island. It was always surrounded by fish at this time of the day but none of them had bitten so far. At this point I was ready to cut open a vein and hope a shark came so I could grab it as it chewed off my hand. It would be worth the sacrifice. I balanced the small rod between my knees and lay my head on my hands. God, fishing was the most boring thing I had ever done in my life. But I needed to try. Taeyong had gone back to the wreck and spent half a day there looking or more food he might have missed, but he had only found some sweets in an old tin and a few more bottles of water. He had been quiet and kept wiping his hands on his pants; he told me after I asked that he had moved the bodies out of the plane. The smell had been too bad. I berated myself for letting him go by himself again, but he reminded me one of us needed to stay on the beach in case another helicopter came by. I thought I felt something tug on the shoe lace, but it was just catching on the rock.

"UUUURGGGGHHHH!" I growled. "I'm going to go crazy if I have to eat another fucking coconut. Just bite the damn hook!" I shouted down into the water. While I was distracted, something came up behind me. Something that was very sharp because when I moved to stand up, it pricked my hand.

"Ow! What the ..." There on the rock, looking back at me with its creepy eyes, was a big fat juicy looking crab. I didn't even hesitate. It was in my hands before I even thought much about it and I was up and running back to our corner of the beach. Taeyong was lying in the sun again. In his shorts with no shirt on, cap low over his face as usual. I was dying of hunger but even that sight stopped me in my tracks. He really was too handsome.

"Hey. Lee Taeyong." I called out and hid my hands behind my back as I walked closer to him.

"What? Did you break the fishing rod again?" He asked and didn't move except to tilt his head back just far enough for me to see his eyes. I snorted and glared at him. Really, he was too arrogant sometimes.

"I have a question." I said and gave him a sweet smile. One I usually saved for my mother when I knew I was in trouble. His eyes drew together in suspicion.

"Ask."

"Do you really think I'll get us any food sitting on that rock all day?" I winced as the crab nipped at my hand again. I should have grabbed it from the claws.

He shrugged and turned his head back to the water. "Maybe. You know I want to try it myself but you won't let me."

"Let's say I did get something. What would you give me?"

"Give you?" He sat up now and I tried not to stare as his muscles moved in his torso.

"Mmm. To say sorry. For thinking I can't do it." I told him. This crab was going to make me bleed enough for a shark to find me on land by the time I pulled it out.

He folded his arms and looked at me long and hard before saying, "I don't have anything to give you. You know that."

"You can give me a kiss." His eyes flew open wide and he sat up straighter.

"A who what now?" He said, visibly flustered.

"A kiss. To say I'm sorry and I did a good job." His eyebrow raised slowly as he considered me but after a while he shrugged again and said, "Ok. If you can catch anything, I'll give you a kiss." He smirked at me slyly. "IF you do."

I gave him my own smirk and took a few more steps forward before tossing the crab in his lap. I almost laughed at the look on his face; Shock morphed into definite delight at the sight of something to eat, which then morphed very slowly into a look I had never seen before on Taeyong. Pure embarrassment. With a capital E. His flush started way down from the bottom of his neck and went up all the way to the tips of his ears.

"That was cheating." He said and rubbed at his nose and cheeks like he could get them to stop turning redder. '

"A deal is a deal." I fell to my knees in front of him and offered him my cheek pointing so he wouldn't be confused. "Come on. Say you're sorry." I closed my eyes and a giggle was this close from escaping my lips as I felt him move closer, blocking the sun from my face. But then I didn't feel anything at all. He was still there, I could hear him breathing, but he wasn't moving. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. "Yah, are you that scared of a - "

Quick, like the little rabbit, he planted a kiss right on my lips and was up and running away before I even realised what had happened. His laugh was loud and happy as the crab dangled from his fingers and he skipped towards the fire.

"Gomen. Thank you, Yuta." He yelled back at me. My mouth hung open for a while but I just shook my head. Did I really want to say anything when he was this happy?

A/N: This chapter is not how I originally imagined it in my head. I like some parts. And I feel like the parts I didn't like, are because I can't explain it well enough yet. Mianhe, Yorobun. I will keep writing and try to get better. Please vote and feel free to comment on something you maybe like, or like not so much... Gomawo.

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