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rustymoons · 3 days ago

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This was SO GOOD I LOVED IT. The language barrier added a whole new layer, and the crack in this fic made the situation not feel as serious as it did. The smut was also a nice added bonus, totally recommend you read this, can’t wait for part 2!! 💕

1: stuck with you - psh

PAIRING: korean sunghoon x non korean reader

SYNOPSIS: All you wanted was a relaxing vacation—a break from your soul-crushing job, some cocktails by the sea, and, if the universe was feeling generous, a tall, handsome man to sweep you off your feet. So, like any desperate (but classy) woman, you booked a cruise. But instead of a dreamy vacation romance, you got a shipwreck. Now, instead of sipping margaritas and flirting with rich men, you’re stranded on a deserted island with a random Korean guy who, by the way, does not speak a single word of English. Flirting? Impossible. Communication? A disaster. Survival? Highly questionable. Well, at least, he's tall and handsome.

genre: strangers to lovers, romance, crack, maybe angst.

chapter contains: sunghoon is a chaebol, reader is a salary woman, both of them have no survival instinct, language barrier, half of the chapter is them being chaotic, charades as a form of communication, reader is sex deprived, sunghoon is a soft shy baby but he's so down bad, mentions of arranged marriage warnings: long introduction, profanities, explicit content (smut) contains blowjob, pussy eating, unprotected sex (don't do that!) MDNI. WC: 19.6K. click here for pt.2

a/n: "italic quotation" - characters speaking in korean

the plot was inspired to the story i read on wp, title island trapped. i'll upload the pt 2 within this week, i will add and edit some parts. happy reading!

Ah, the good old days.

When your biggest problem in life was Tom catching Jerry, and the most stressful decision you had to make was whether to beg your parents for vanilla ice cream or chocolate. When crying was reserved exclusively for math homework, and your daily schedule was just playing, eating, and napping like a well-fed cat.

But now? Oh, now life has decided to slap you in the face with responsibilities.

Screw being an adult. You wake up, work 12 hours for a salary that barely covers your existence, and then proceed to pay rent, taxes, and bills as if you personally owe society for breathing. And groceries? Groceries feel like a scam at this point—how is it that you spend a fortune but still end up eating instant noodles? And let's not even talk about new clothes or makeup. Once upon a time, you could buy cute outfits just because. Now, you stare at a price tag for ten minutes, do complex mental calculations, and decide that your 5-year-old jeans still have some life left in them.

But the real kicker? You're so overworked you don't even have time for a love life. No dates. No romance. No action. And it hits you—dear God, you need to get laid.

You blink at your computer screen. The fluorescent office lights hum above you. The existential crisis settles in.

"I need to get laid," you mutter under your breath.

Your desk mate side-eyes you. You don't care. Office work is bullshit. You work ridiculous hours making rich people even richer, and yet somehow, you're still broke. No promotion. No bonuses. Just emails, spreadsheets, and the quiet realization that capitalism has scammed you.

You exhale. You need a break. A vacation, maybe? A beautiful, tropical getaway where you can sip margaritas and pretend your life is not a train wreck. But wait. Vacations cost money. A lot of money. On the other hand... getting laid? That's a significantly cheaper investment.

Your mind starts spinning. If you take a vacation, you'll relax, but your bank account will be in ruins. But if you choose the other option... well, technically, that could happen during vacation. Two birds, one stone.

You imagine it now—a handsome stranger at a beach bar, offering you a drink. He's tall, has a deep voice, and smells like expensive cologne. You exchange flirty banter, he leans in and whispers something sinful, his fingers graze your waist. The music pulses, your bodies move together, and just like that... BAM. Sex!

You giggle to yourself.

Decisions, decisions.

Enough of the soul-crushing 12-hour shifts. Enough of the never-ending bills. Enough of staring at your sad bank account, wondering where all your hard-earned money magically disappeared to. And most importantly—enough of being painfully single.

You needed to fix your life. Immediately.

So, in a moment of either pure genius or complete recklessness (you'll decide later), you booked a cruise. A full, glorious, luxurious cruise that sets sail in exactly 20 days.

This was it. The perfect opportunity to relax, refresh, and—most importantly—find a hot stranger and finally get laid.

Of course, securing that last part required some strategy. You couldn't just show up on the cruise and expect men to start throwing themselves at you. You needed to connect first. Build a connection. Make them fall in love with your personality before you let them fall in love with... other things.

Step one: file a vacation leave. You march into your boss's office, ready to fight for your well-deserved break. He barely looks up from his laptop.

"Hey, boss. I'd like to file for a vacation leave."

"When?"

"In 20 days."

"How long?"

You hesitate. Screw it. "Two weeks."

He sighs. "Fine."

You blink. That's it? No argument? No guilt-tripping? No sudden speech about "dedication to the company" or "teamwork"? This man did not care. You could've told him you were leaving to climb Mount Everest, and he probably would've just waved you away. Whatever. That's a future-you problem.

Step two: mentally prepare yourself for this adventure. Suddenly, everything feels better. You hum while doing your usual soul-draining office work, tapping your fingers happily on your keyboard. You even smile at Kai from accounting, who normally drives you insane with his unsolicited life advice.

"Someone's in a good mood," he says, sipping his overpriced iced coffee.

You nod. "I'm going on vacation."

"Nice! Where?"

"A cruise."

Kai wiggles his eyebrows. "Ooooh, a little romance on the sea, huh?"

You wink. "Maybe."

Step three: go shopping. This is where the real fun begins. Because if you were going to seduce a man on a fancy cruise, you needed the right outfits.

Dressed in your comfiest clothes, you head straight to the mall, swaying your hips as you walk. You don't even check your bank balance before swiping your card—your motto for the day is simple:

"Money always comes back." Does it? No one knows. But it sounds inspiring.

You grab bikinis, sundresses, high heels that you probably won't be able to walk in, and way too many accessories. Because who knows? Maybe you'll meet a rich man on this cruise. A sexy billionaire with a mysterious past and a yacht twice the size of the one you're boarding. Maybe he'll fall for you instantly, whisk you away to his private island, and you'll never have to work again. Unrealistic? Probably. But a girl can dream.

Step four: prepare for the glow-up. The next few days become a self-care montage. You book a hair appointment, get a facial, and even buy one of those expensive serums that promise to make your skin glow like the moon. You do squats, just in case your future cruise boyfriend is a butt guy. You even attempt a new makeup routine, though you end up poking yourself in the eye with an eyeliner pencil.

Step five: mentally rehearse your flirt game. Because let's be honest—it's been a while. You're so used to working, eating, and passing out from exhaustion that your social skills have atrophied.

You can't just walk up to a hot guy and blurt out, "Hi, I'm desperate for love, attention, and possibly a vacation-funded situationship."

No. You need smoothness. So, you practice in front of the mirror.

"Hey, sailor. First time on a cruise?" No, that sounds like a weird pirate joke.

"Wow, the ocean is interesting. But not as interesting as you." Ugh, cringe.

"Hey. I like your... aura." What does that even mean?!

You sigh. Maybe you should just go for the classic: "Hi, I'm YN ." And let the universe handle the rest. The countdown continues. The excitement builds. You are ready.

Ah, the moment had finally arrived. With a flowy maxi dress that swayed dramatically in the ocean breeze, perfectly curled hair, sunkissed cheeks that made you look like you just stepped out of a romance novel, and accessories that said, I'm expensive even though my bank account disagrees.

Your heels clicked against the polished cruise floor as you strutted through the entrance, suitcase rolling behind you like you were the main character in a summer blockbuster.

The cruise staff smiled politely.

"Welcome aboard, Miss!" a staff member chirped as they guided you to your room.

"Thank you," you said, smiling.

They showed you around your cabin, a cute little space that felt like luxury despite being, well... a glorified floating hotel room. But you didn't care. This was your kingdom for the next two weeks.

The moment the staff left, you sprang into action. Clothes were unpacked of a woman on a mission. Outfit planning was key - You slipped into a simple but elegant knee-length dress, paired it with a sun hat.

You traced your fingers along the railing, watching the ocean waves crash against the ship. The warm glow of the setting sun kissed your face, and for a moment, you just breathed.

This—this—was the life. The soft girl era you had been manifesting. But let's get real. You weren't just here for peace and relaxation.

Night fell, and you found yourself perched at the bar, drink in hand, eyes scanning the room like a hunter. You had one goal: Find The One

A man approached. He smiled, offered to buy you a drink. You took one look at him. Nope. Not your type.

He had... soft boy energy. The type to cry if you ghosted him after the cruise. You needed spice. Someone who looked like he owned a boat—not someone whose mother still packed his lunch. You sighed dramatically as he walked away.

Day one: unsuccessful.

The next morning, you decided to take a different approach. Maybe the universe was testing you, making you work for it. Fine. Challenge accepted. You booked yourself a massage therapy session on the cruise spa. If nothing else, at least your body would feel amazing while your soul continued its manhunt. The therapist's hands worked their magic, kneading out every ounce of stress from your overworked life. You almost moaned. (Almost.)

After that? Socialize. That was the game plan. If the men weren't coming to you, then maybe you needed to create a network. You strolled through the ship, engaging in small talk with other women, hoping one of them would say something like: "Oh, you have to meet my brother, he's a billionaire!"

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Instead, you just ended up bonding with a group of fun girls who, shockingly, were also on the same mission: Find A Hot Man Before The Cruise Ends. You were not alone. But still... no man.

Day three. No. Man.

You were starting to think this cruise was rigged. Where were the hot, mysterious strangers who were supposed to sweep you off your feet? Where were the rich men, the ones who could afford to casually spend a month on a cruise without blinking at the price tag?

You sighed dramatically, staring out at the ocean once again. The sun was shining, the waves were beautiful, and yet—no one was whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Day seven. Still nothing.

Sure, you were enjoying yourself—partying every night, walking around the cruise like you owned it, and having the time of your life with Julie and Yunjin. But let's face it, no amount of cocktails and dancing could distract you from the harsh reality: You were still single, dry, and desperate.

Tonight, you were absolutely slaying in a red bikini, playing volleyball by the pool with the girls, when a random woman approached you with an invitation to a private party. A private party. Exclusive. Rich people. A potential husband waiting for you.

The universe was finally giving you a chance. Or so you thought.

Fast forward to the party, and—huge disappointment. Yes, the men were crazy rich Asians.

But none of them were your type. Too soft. Too awkward. Talked too fast. And let's not forget—you had read way too many articles about their strict family traditions. You weren't about to end up in some dramatic arranged-marriage situation.

So, with a sigh, you stepped outside for some fresh air. The night was peaceful, the ocean stretched endlessly before you, and the only lights came from the cruise, glowing softly against the dark water. You leaned against the railing, deep in thought.

Spending all this money on yourself was worth it... right?

Right? Even if you didn't get laid?

Before you could sink deeper into self-pity, voices caught your attention.

"I told you, I don't want to get married!" Your ears perked up.

Slowly, you turned your head, catching sight of two Asian men standing a few feet away.

One of them was tall. Very tall. His skin was almost porcelain, his sharp jawline looked like it belonged in a Renaissance painting, and his deep-set eyes paired with those moles on his face. What a sight.

You swallowed hard and took a tiny step closer, pretending to admire the scenery (totally normal, totally casual).

"You don't have a choice. It's for business."

"I don't want to! Fuck!"

And that was when they both turned—and locked eyes with you. Your body? Froze. Your brain? Also froze.

You immediately turned your head away, hands clasped behind your back, pretending to be deeply invested in the night sky. It's not like you even understood what they were saying, right? Right?!

You were about to open your mouth, maybe throw in an awkward wave, when a loud crash echoed through the ship, making you jolt.

The two men snapped their heads toward the sound, and you followed their gaze, eyes widening as you saw a wave of panicked people sprinting in your direction.

"What's happening?!" one of the men exclaimed.

Yeah, great question. You also wanted to know. But guess what? You don't speak Korean.

Before you could even attempt to process what was going on, the ship's lights suddenly went out. Screams of people reached your ears.

"What the fuck?!" you shrieked as people shoved past you, some even falling off the cruise. Falling. Like this was Titanic but with zero romance and just pure disaster.

Someone slammed into you hard, and your knees hit the floor. Pain shot through your legs, and just when you were about to unleash the most ungodly curse words, a strong hand grabbed yours.

You looked up—Tall, Handsome, and Mysterious. His sharp features were now shadowed by panic, his grip soft as he yanked you to your feet.

You barely had time to react before he started dragging you away.

"Ya! Sunghoon! Where are you going?!" His companion shouted, but Tall, Handsome, and Mysterious—apparently named Sunghoon—didn't even glance back.

"Wait, what— Where are we going?!" you yelled, stumbling as he pulled you through the frantic crowd. Did he answer? Of course not.

Because one, he was too focused on running for his life. And two, well... he probably didn't understand you either.

Oh God. You were going to die. On a cruise. With a hot stranger. And you didn't even get laid first. Fucking unbelievable.

The two of you came to a screeching halt at the end of a very long line of panicked people. The ship's crew was lowering lifeboats.

"Please, children first!" a crew member yelled, which only made the passengers more hysterical. People were pushing, screaming, and fighting for spots.

You clutched the man’s hand tighter, your anxiety skyrocketing as the ship tilted slightly lower. You nudged him desperately.

"Okay, look—is there a way we can get on a boat faster?! You're rich, right?!"

He turned to you, brows furrowed in deep concentration, clearly trying his best to understand whatever nonsense was spilling from your mouth.

"...Yes?" he finally said.

A relieved breath left your chest. Thank God. Finally, some progress!

"Okay, great! Call your dad! Bribe someone! Do something!" You frantically made a phone-call gesture with your hand, looking at him like this was life or death—because, spoiler alert, IT WAS.

But Sunghoon just stared at you. Blankly. Then, his gaze dropped to your hand gesture, his lips parting in complete and utter confusion.

Oh. Oh no.

A terrible realization dawned on you.

"Wait... do you speak English?!"

His eyes flickered between yours. Then, with the most serious face imaginable, he nodded and said:

"Yes?"

You nearly screamed.

"Is that the only word you know?!

This was certainly not the vacation you had envisioned.

A luxury cruise? Yes. A wealthy, attractive companion? Preferably. Plummeting into the ocean amid chaos and destruction? Absolutely not.

With a death grip on the railing, you watched in mounting horror as the ship tilted further, the ominous creaking of metal sending chills down your spine. All around you, passengers screamed, objects crashed, and luggage—along with some unfortunate individuals—slid helplessly toward the abyss below.

Tears welled in your eyes as you turned to the Korean man beside you, his sharp features illuminated by the dim emergency lights. Desperation clung to your voice as you wailed, "This is not the vacation I asked for!"

Sunghoon, for his part, simply blinked at you, his expression torn between mild concern and complete bewilderment.

The ship groaned once more, sinking lower into the sea. The reality of the situation hit you. You were going to die.

"Oh my God, I'm going to die!" you shrieked, voice cracking as panic consumed you.

Sunghoon continued to stare, his brows knitting together in what could only be described as confusion mixed with secondhand embarrassment.

This was not the time for him to have a language barrier.

"I JUST WANTED TO GET LAID!" you sobbed, squeezing the railing with every ounce of strength you had left.

Still, Sunghoon offered no response. Just that same perplexed expression—one that strongly suggested he was internally running your words through the world's slowest translation process.

Meanwhile, the water was rising fast.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die—" you chanted, spiraling into complete hysteria as the ocean climbed closer, swallowing everything in its path.

Ice-cold water crashed into you with unforgiving force, stealing the breath from your lungs. Before you could fully comprehend the overwhelming shock, Sunghoon seized you, his arms encircling your body in a firm, desperate hold.

A moment later, the sea consumed you both. Everything after that was a blur. The waves tossed you around like a ragdoll, the darkness swallowing you whole. Every time you managed to break the surface for air, another merciless wave would crash down, dragging you back under.

You flailed, arms reaching desperately toward the sky.

"I don't want to get eaten by a shark!" You tried to scream, but the ocean rudely muffled your voice with another mouthful of saltwater.

Somewhere in the middle, you felt a strong grip on your waist— the Korean man. He was holding onto you, trying to keep you afloat as the ocean threatened to devour you both. Around you, screams and cries echoed in the distance. Floating debris—luggage, chairs, life vests—came hurtling toward you.

Then, darkness came over you.

You woke up to the feeling of something cool and soft beneath you. Your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun blinding you for a moment. The distant sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore filled your ears.

Sand. White sand. The water lazily brushed against your bare legs.

You slowly sat up, your body aching everywhere. Your legs were covered in bruises and scrapes, your back felt like you had been slammed into a brick wall, and your head was pounding.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you took in the scene before you—baggage, broken furniture, random objects from the cruise all scattered across the shore. The ocean had spit everything out onto the island.

Everything... except the people. Your breath hitched. Where were they?

Your chest tightened, panic bubbling in your throat. You were alone.

The realization hit you hard, and you did what any normal, rational person would do in this situation.

You sobbed. Loudly.

You stumbled to your feet, kicking at the sand in frustration. "No, no, no, no—" You stomped forward, your mind racing—until you suddenly tripped over something.

Or rather, someone.

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest as you whipped around.

There, lying on the sand, completely still, was the Korean man.

His eyes were closed. His body unmoving. Panic smashed into you.

"Wait... Are you dead?!" you shrieked, scrambling toward him.

You pressed your ear to his chest, listening for a heartbeat.

...Was that his pulse, or just the waves in the distance?

You bit your lip, shaking hands moving to his wrist.

You don't know. Without thinking, you shot up, hands hovering over his chest.

Did you know CPR?

Absolutely not.

But now was a great time to learn.

"Okay, okay, stay calm," you told yourself, immediately panicking as you placed both hands on his chest and began pressing down. "One, two, three— Come on! Wake up, oppa!"

After a few more uncoordinated chest compressions, Sunghoon suddenly jerked upright, a massive gush of water spilling from his mouth.

You gasped, staggering back, clutching your own chest in shock.

His eyes darted around, his breaths ragged. Then, in a hoarse voice, he finally spoke.

"Beach?" Your jaw dropped.

"What did you just called me?!" you shrieked, standing up so fast you nearly toppled over. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, voice dripping with betrayal.

"After I saved your life, you have the audacity to call me a bitch?!"

Sunghoon, still catching his breath, blinked at you with an expression that teetered between exhaustion and utter bewilderment. Slowly, he lifted a shaky hand, pointing at the sand, the waves, the scattered debris around you.

"Beach?" he repeated, this time with a bit more certainty—like he was trying to confirm a very simple fact with a very unstable person.

Your mouth hung open as realization dawned.

Then, much to Sunghoon's evident concern, you let out a sharp laugh and dramatically dropped down beside him.

"No! We're not on a beach!" you declared, flinging a handful of sand in frustration.

"A beach is where you go on vacation! A beach is where you sip margaritas, flirt with people, and—" you gestured wildly, "—engage in adult activities! This? This is a shipwreck. This is a disaster. This is the exact opposite of a beach!"

You let out a deep, frustrated groan and kicked at the sand like a petulant child.

Sunghoon simply stared.

For a moment, the only sound was the gentle crash of waves and your heavy breathing.

Then, hesitantly, he tilted his head. "...Beach?"

You whipped around so fast your neck nearly snapped.

"Aren't you rich?!" you shrieked, pointing a finger at him. "Where are the rescue teams?! The helicopters?! The life-saving butlers?!"

Sunghoon looked at you, then at himself—shirt tattered, hair an absolute mess, shoeless—before giving you a flat, unimpressed stare.

"Do you even understand what I'm saying?!" you shouted.

Sunghoon flinched.

And then—you broke.

With a loud, dramatic sob, you collapsed forward, your head landing squarely on his lap.

Sunghoon froze.

It was unclear whether he was more alarmed by your breakdown or the fact that you were now clutching onto his pants.

"I just wanted to take a vacation," you whimpered, voice muffled against the fabric.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his entire body stiffening as though any sudden movement might send you spiraling further.

For a moment, his hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Then, hesitantly, he placed one hand on your back, patting you in the most cautious, unsure manner possible. It was clear he had no idea what you were saying, but somehow, he understood exactly what you meant.

After a long silence, you finally lifted your head, eyes puffy and red, and stared at him with all the hopelessness in the world.

"Are we going to die?" you asked softly.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, clearly trying not to panic at your proximity. His Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your tear-streaked face.

Sunghoon scratched the back of his head as he tried to process your words—or, at the very least, pretend he understood them. He glanced up at the sky, as if hoping divine intervention would provide him with a proper English response.

"E-Engrish... n-no," he stammered, his accent thick and adorable despite the very serious situation. Then, placing a hand on his chest, he introduced himself, "I'm Sunghoon."

You stared at him, tilting your head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Chaebol, uhh... b-boat, I do not know."

You squinted.

What the hell was a chaebol? Was that a type of rescue plan? A fancy emergency yacht? A secret society of ridiculously wealthy people who parachuted in to save their own?

"Okay, Sunghoon," you said, leaning in a little closer, placing your hands on either side of him, effectively trapping him in place. "I assume you're rich, right?"

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, visibly gulping at your sudden proximity. His entire body stiffened.

"Rich... big money... uhh," you raised your hand, flashing three fingers at him in an attempt to mimic a money sign.

"Yes," he nodded quickly. A breath of relief escaped your lips. You immediately sat up properly, crossing your legs in front of him.

"Okay, Sunghoon. I'm Y/N," you said, placing a hand on your chest as if introducing yourself to a lost toddler.

Sunghoon nodded, seemingly pleased with this exchange of names.

You then motioned dramatically between him, yourself, and the wide, endless ocean surrounding the island.

"Do you know when we're going to be rescued?"

Sunghoon followed the movement of your hand. His eyes drifted towards the vast expanse of nothingness.

There was a long, tense pause.

Then, slowly, Sunghoon turned back to you, his expression hesitant, searching for an answer in the endless horizon of nothingness. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment.

Of course. Of course, this was your luck.

With a heavy sigh, you stood up, brushing the sand off your legs and walking a few steps away from him. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision.

First, you did not get laid.

Second, you experienced a shipwreck.

Third, you were now stuck on a deserted island with a man who could barely string together a full English sentence.

What was next? Would a coconut fall on your head for comedic effect? Maybe a monkey would try to pull your hair. At this point, you wouldn't even be surprised.

Throwing your arms up dramatically, you turned towards the ocean and screamed at the top of your lungs, "Help!"

Silence. Not even an echo. Just the sound of gentle waves and a very distant seagull that clearly did not give a shit about your crisis.

"Help!" you screamed again, voice cracking slightly. "Somebody, anybody, rescue me!"

Nothing. You were on your own. No WiFi, no room service, no air conditioning.

"God," you muttered bitterly, hands on your hips, "my life is a fucking joke."

You collapsed onto the sand, pulling your knees to your chest, forehead resting against them. Your body shook with quiet sobs.

If only you had just stayed home. Worked some overtime. Maybe downloaded Tinder and lowered your standards. You could have been having a perfectly miserable date with an emotionally unavailable finance bro instead of... whatever this was.

Footsteps approached you.

You didn't look up, just continued to sniffle pathetically into your knees.

A hesitant voice finally broke the silence.

"S-sorry," Sunghoon said.

Your head slowly lifted, eyes red and puffy as you blinked up at him.

"Why are you saying sorry?" you asked, voice raspy from all the screaming.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "C-can't speak Engrish. Y-you angry."

Your chest softened.

Oh, great. Now you felt like an asshole.

You shook your head, sighing. "No, I'm not angry. I'm just..." You searched for the right word. "Frustrated. This isn't your fault."

Sunghoon stared at you, unsure. You sighed again, rubbing your temples. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the sound of the waves filling the silence between you.

Then, Sunghoon exhaled deeply, looking at the endless stretch of ocean before him.

"Maybe... no die," he said, nodding to himself as if convincing both of you.

You sniffled, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? And what makes you so sure?"

Sunghoon turned to you, giving you a small, confident smile.

"Rich," he said simply, pointing at himself.

And for the first time since this whole nightmare started, you laughed.

"Clothes—essential. Toothbrush and toothpaste, thank God. A picture frame? Weird, but okay. Slippers—wait, where's the other pair? Glasses... maybe useful." You muttered under your breath, rummaging through the scattered belongings that had washed up on shore.

Sunghoon sat in front of you, watching with quiet curiosity, as if trying to decipher some kind of complex survival strategy.

The sun was beginning to dip below, the waves growing louder, and most importantly—your stomach was still empty.

You continued digging through the suitcase, hoping for something practical, when your fingers brushed against a small plastic packet. Pulling it out, you squinted at the object in your hand before realization dawned.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," you deadpanned, holding up a condom like it was an insult to your very existence.

Sunghoon's face turned a deep shade of red as he immediately looked away, pretending to admire the trees.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the sand. "This is not going to work out."

After a moment, you sat up again, looking at Sunghoon as an idea formed in your mind.

"They're probably looking for you, right? Because you're rich?" You rested your chin on your hand, studying him. "Maybe we won't be stuck here for long."

Sunghoon blinked at you, clearly lost.

Your gaze drifted over his sharp features—the dark moles scattered across his skin, his thick brows, his annoyingly flawless complexion.

He was attractive, sure, but not exactly your type. He had that soft, polished look, like he walked straight out of a K-drama. And while that might make some people swoon, you preferred your men a little rougher around the edges. Maybe someone like Thomas Brodie-Sangster—slim but scrappy, and preferably fluent in English.

Sunghoon swallowed hard under your scrutiny, shifting slightly.

"You're, like, super handsome," you admitted, gesturing at him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He opened his mouth. "M-marry?"

Your eyes widened. "You're married?!"

Sunghoon's hands flew up in protest, frantically shaking his head. "No, no! I don't want marry, but... I have marry."

You squinted at him, processing his words. Then, after a few seconds, you clapped your hands together. "Oh! You mean you're supposed to get married, but you don't want to?"

Sunghoon nodded, letting out a frustrated sigh, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation.

You huffed, crossing your arms. "Well, that sucks. Arranged marriage?"

He hesitated before nodding.

You let out a dramatic gasp, clutching your chest. "Wow. Straight out of a K-drama."

Sunghoon blinked at you, obviously not understanding a word you just said.

You sighed, leaning back on your hands. "So, let me get this straight. You're rich, engaged against your will, stuck on an island with me, and completely at my mercy when it comes to survival."

Sunghoon frowned slightly. "M-mercy?"

You grinned, rubbing your hands together. "Exactly. I could totally make you my servant right now, and you wouldn't even know how to argue back."

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you, clearly sensing mischief but unable to form a proper response.

You raised the condom still in your hand. "For example, I could totally tell you this is an emergency water container, and you'd believe me."

Sunghoon's face turned even redder, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in the sand.

Laughing at his reaction, you finally tossed it aside. "Relax, Sunghoon. Not like I can use it anyway—no boyfriend, no food, no shelter. Priorities."

Sunghoon cleared his throat, still avoiding eye contact.

The hunger pangs in your stomach reminded you of your actual priorities, and you groaned, clutching your middle.

"Okay, serious question, do you know how to start a fire?"

Sunghoon furrowed his brows. "Fire?"

You mimed striking two rocks together. "Fire. Heat. Warmth. Cook food—" You paused, suddenly remembering you had no food to cook. "Okay, fine. Just warmth for survival."

Determined, you stood up and made your way into the forest, not venturing too far but gathering leaves and scraps of wood along the way. Sunghoon followed closely behind, mimicking your actions with quiet concentration.

Once you had collected a decent pile, you dropped everything onto the sand with a satisfied sigh. Grabbing two stones, you struck them together, fully expecting a spark to appear.

Nothing happened.

Sunghoon tilted his head, watching with clear confusion but staying silent.

You huffed in frustration, then grabbed two sticks instead. Placing one between your palms, you furiously rotated it against another piece of wood, convinced this would be the breakthrough moment.

Still, nothing.

"U-uh... Y/N, what you do?" Sunghoon finally asked, breaking the silence.

You shot him a deadpan look. "Fire. I'm making fire so we don't freeze to death." To illustrate, you hugged yourself for warmth, then dramatically mimed flames with your hands.

Sunghoon blinked, then casually reached into one of the scattered bags that had washed up on shore. After rummaging around for a moment, he pulled out a small, sleek object.

You squinted.

Then your eyes widened.

"Motherfucker," you muttered, staring at the lighter in his hand.

He held it up proudly, flipping the cap open and striking the wheel. A tiny flame flickered to life instantly.

You blinked. Then, slowly, you looked down at your raw, aching hands, still clutching the two useless pieces of wood you had spent the last ten minutes vigorously rubbing together.

Sunghoon, still not oblivious to your growing frustration, smiled and tilted his head.

"Fire," he said helpfully, as if you had not just been struggling to invent it from scratch.

"Yeah. Fire," you deadpanned, dropping the wood onto the sand and rubbing your sore palms. "Great discovery, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon beamed, clearly proud of himself, and you had to physically restrain yourself from throwing a rock at his stupidly handsome face.

Sighing, you sat back down. "Alright, whatever. At least we won't freeze to death," you muttered, watching as Sunghoon carefully set up the fire like a man who had never camped a day in his life.

A small flame flickered, the dry leaves catching quickly.

You exhaled in relief, finally feeling the warmth seep into your skin.

Sunghoon sat beside you, grinning.

"So," you said, glancing at him. "You know that the bag had a lighter this whole time, huh?"

Sunghoon blinked innocently. "Yes?"

You inhaled sharply, forcing a smile as you stared into the flames.

This man was going to kill you before the island did.

You had no idea how you even managed to fall asleep, but exhaustion had clearly won. When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Sunghoon sprawled beside you, mouth wide open, snoring so loud.

Your nostrils flared as you sat up, rubbing your face and trying to shake off the grogginess. Survival. Right. That was still a thing you had to figure out.

Glancing out at the sea, you searched for any signs of boats or people. Nothing. Just endless waves mocking your misfortune. With a sigh, you stood up and began collecting the scattered items that had washed ashore, piling them near your makeshift sleeping area.

A chair? Seriously?

Some wooden planks—those could be useful.

A knife—now we're talking.

Plastic bottles.

And... a fishing rod.

Your eyes widened. A fishing rod!

Determined, you set off further down the shore, hoping to find more supplies—or, by some miracle, another human being. You combed through the sand, picking up anything remotely useful, before finally returning to your spot.

By then, Sunghoon was awake, squinting against the sunlight like a grumpy toddler.

"What you do?" he asked, voice deep and groggy.

You stared at him, then dramatically gestured to the growing pile of survival essentials.

"I'm gathering things to help us survive," you explained. As expected, Sunghoon tilted his head like a confused puppy but nodded anyway, accepting your words without question.

"We can improvise with these. Maybe even explore deeper into the forest... but I don't know. It might be dangerous. We need a strategy." You tapped your chin, thinking hard.

From Sunghoon's perspective, you looked extremely serious—like a survival expert. Meanwhile, you were just winging it.

"Are you hungry?" you asked, signing with your hands—pointing to your stomach, then miming eating.

Sunghoon immediately nodded, clutching his stomach.

That was... adorable.

No. Focus. Survival first.

You sat down and started rummaging through the bags you had collected, treating it like an unboxing video. "Come on, help me. Maybe there's food in here!"

Both of you tore through the bags, tossing useless items aside. Clothes, chargers, toiletries—no food. The tension built with each disappointing find until—

Sunghoon gasped dramatically, holding up a plastic bag of biscuits.

Both of you locked eyes, pure joy spreading across your faces. You snatched the bag, ripped it open, and shoved a biscuit into your mouth.

Tears welled in your eyes. Food had never tasted this good.

The two of you ate in silence, savoring every bite. Biscuit after biscuit disappeared—until there was only one pack left.

You froze. Sunghoon froze.

Slowly, his hand inched toward the last pack.

Without hesitation, you smacked it away.

He looked at you, betrayed.

"We need to ration our food! We don't know how long we'll be stuck here!" You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

"B-but hungry," he pouted.

You wagged your finger at him. "Nuh-uh! No more until we figure out how to get more food."

Sunghoon sighed, pouting his lips.

Ignoring his silent suffering, you grabbed the fishing rod and held it up proudly.

"We can use the biscuit as bait and catch a fish! Boom—instant lunch!" You grinned, excited by your own genius idea.

Sunghoon blinked at you. "mulgogi?"

You frowned for a second before assuming he was saying "fish" in Korean. Nodding confidently, you handed him the fishing rod. "Yes! mulgogi. We catch. We eat."

Sunghoon nodded in understanding—or at least, you hoped he did.

The two of you marched toward the shore.

You broke a small piece of the precious biscuit, carefully hooking it onto the line. Sunghoon watched, tilting his head.

"Now, we wait," you said, tossing the line into the water with a triumphant flick of your wrist.

And so, you waited. And waited. And waited.

The waves gently lapped against the shore. A seagull screeched in the distance. Sunghoon scratched his head. You started humming a tune.

Nothing.

After what felt like an eternity, you sighed, passing the fishing rod to him and crossing your arms. "Okay, maybe they just don't like biscuits."

Sunghoon tilted his head, looking equally disappointed.

You scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. "How dare they? If I were a fish, I'd take a bite!"

Sunghoon blinked at you. "You... fish?"

You sighed, patting his shoulder. "No, Sunghoon. I am not a fish."

He nodded slowly, still looking confused.

Sunghoon squinted at the rod, as if trying to communicate with the fish telepathically. Then, without warning, he yanked the rod back—so forcefully that the biscuit flew off the hook and straight into the ocean.

Both of you gasped in horror.

Sunghoon turned to you, wide-eyed. "Biscuit... gone."

You inhaled sharply, fists clenched at your sides. "Sunghoon."

He gulped. "Y-yes?"

"You just fed the fish."

Sunghoon opened his mouth, then immediately shut it. He glanced at the ocean, then back at you, then at the fishing rod in his hands.

Slowly, he placed it on the ground and took a step back.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Okay. New plan."

Sunghoon nodded eagerly. "New plan."

Silence settled between you both.

"...What plan?" he asked after a moment.

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled yourself to your feet and marched toward the forest.

"Y/N, what plan?!" Sunghoon hurried after you, watching in alarm as you grabbed a knife and a bag before stepping into the thick greenery.

"Don't follow me! It's dangerous—we don't know if there are wild animals or some dangerous tribe that eats humans!" you warned.

Sunghoon shook his head stubbornly. "N-no! Uh... alone here, no!"

"I'm trying to get us food! Or maybe water!" You walked faster, pushing aside vines and leaves with the knife.

You knew this was risky. Venturing into a dense, unfamiliar forest on a deserted island was far from a smart move. But you were out of options. If you couldn't catch anything in the ocean, you at least needed fresh water. Otherwise, dehydration and hunger would do you in before rescue ever arrived.

How long was that going to take anyway?

"Y/N!" Sunghoon's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You halted, eyes widening at the sight before you—tall coconut trees stood proudly above, their fruit clustered high above your reach.

"Liquid secured!" You grinned, pointing upward.

Sunghoon followed your gaze, squinting at the coconuts.

"Can you climb?" you asked, turning to him.

Sunghoon opened his mouth to respond, but before a single word could escape, a sharp hissing sound cut through the air.

Both of you froze.

Sunghoon glanced down and immediately went pale. Something slithered near his foot.

His face contorted in horror. "Snakeu!!!"

Panic surged through you both.

Without thinking, you stomped your feet, hoping to scare the creature away. Meanwhile, Sunghoon did the only logical thing in his state of sheer terror—he leaped onto you, wrapping his legs tightly around your waist like a terrified koala.

You didn't even process the weight before pure adrenaline kicked in. Screaming, you took off sprinting, charging back toward the beach, carrying him in your arms as if your life depended on it.

By the time you hit the white sand, your legs finally gave out. You collapsed, Sunghoon landing beneath you.

And then, he looked at you.

The sunlight framed your face, casting a soft glow over your features. Strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat of running, but somehow, it only made you look more effortless—wild, untamed, yet undeniably beautiful.

Your wide eyes, still filled with leftover adrenaline, shimmered under the golden light, and your lips, slightly parted as you tried to catch your breath, looked softer than he'd expect for someone who had just sprinted for their life.

Sunghoon gulped.

Pretty, his mind supplied unhelpfully. Too pretty.

Forgetting himself, he continued staring, his gaze following the curve of your nose, the way your eyelashes fluttered slightly, the way your brows furrowed just a little in confusion.

"...So," you finally said, voice still breathless, "did we outrun the snake or was that just a leaf?"

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, snapping out of whatever trance he had fallen into.

"Maybe... leaf," he mumbled.

You huffed heavily, peeling yourself off of him and rolling onto the sand. "Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath, staring up at the sky.

Sunghoon sat up beside you, still catching his breath. His gaze lingered on your face, noting the way your chest rose and fell steadily, the slight pout of your lips, and the faint traces of exhaustion on your features.

"You... not angry?" he asked hesitantly.

You turned your head toward him, flashing a sarcastic smile. "Oh, no, not at all, Sunghoon. I love sprinting for my life from imaginary snakes. It's my favorite cardio workout."

Sunghoon nodded slowly, pretending to understand. Smiling at you sweetly in relief.

You almost roll your eyes. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, dusting the sand off your legs. "Let me take a break, and then I'll go back to the forest."

At that, Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically. "No, no, no. Uh... plan. Me and you." He pointed at himself, then at you, then toward the dreaded forest.

You raised a brow. "You want to join me in the forest?"

Sunghoon nodded determinedly.

"But you're scared," you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Snakeu."

At the word, Sunghoon visibly tensed, quickly making an X with his arms before pressing his palms together in a solemn promise. "No scared. Protect you."

You stared at him for a moment, amused by his attempt at bravery. He's terrified, you thought, but the way he sat up straight, brows furrowed in mock seriousness, was kind of... endearing.

With a small chuckle, you rolled your eyes. "Fine, you're coming with me. But if we see another snakeu, you're on your own."

Sunghoon gulped, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Tarzan is so hot," you muttered, arms crossed as you admired the imaginary image of him in your mind. "The muscles, the biceps, the way he moves like a monkey but still looks insanely attractive—"

A loud grunt snapped you back to reality.

You turned your head, watching Sunghoon struggle with the coconut tree like his life depended on it. His entire body was wrapped around the trunk, clinging awkwardly, legs flailing as he tried to inch his way up. It was like watching a very determined sloth attempt a pull-up.

You sighed, placing your hands on your hips. This is the smallest coconut tree you’ve ever seen, you thought, and this man still can't even reach halfway.

Sunghoon let out a final, defeated grunt before—

"Agh!"

With an unceremonious thud, he slid down, landing flat on his back.

You blinked.

"Wow. That was... impressive," you deadpanned.

Sunghoon exhaled heavily, staring at the sky. "Tree... no good," he muttered.

You crouched beside him, suppressing a laugh. "You okay?"

He sat up slowly, wincing as he rubbed his back. "Yes. But... coconut no like me."

You snorted. "Maybe we should try something else before you break a rib. Or your dignity."

Sunghoon nodded, still dazed. "New plan."

You clapped your hands together. "Okay! New plan—you're gonna carry me on your shoulders so I can reach the coconuts. Got it?"

Sunghoon just blinked at you.

Right. Language barrier.

Sighing, you resorted to charades, dramatically pointing at him, then at yourself, and then mimicking climbing motions. Miraculously, his eyes lit up with understanding. Thank God.

Moments later, you found yourself perched on Sunghoon's shoulders, gripping his head for dear life as he carefully guided you toward the coconut tree.

You gulped. Holy shit, he's tall. The ground seemed miles away, and your legs instinctively tightened around his shoulders.

"Sunghoon, I'm gonna stand now—hold me steady, okay?" you said, voice laced with nerves.

Sunghoon let out a small grunt, bracing his hands on your legs to keep you balanced. Slowly, you placed your feet on his broad shoulders, wobbling slightly as you adjusted.

Then you realized something.

"Sunghoon, lift my butt!"

His whole body stiffened. "H-huh?!"

You wiggled your hips impatiently. "Lift it! Come on, boost me up!"

Sunghoon made a choking sound. He stared up at you, his hands hovered awkwardly, debating whether to touch or run for his life.

"Sunghoon!" you urged.

With a face so red it could rival the sunset, he hesitantly placed his hands under you and lifted you up—his movements stiff, careful, and very, very flustered.

"You—uh, Y/N—uh, this okay?" Sunghoon stammered, barely breathing.

"Yes, yes! Just hold still!" you hissed, gripping the tree like your life depended on it.

With a few forceful climbs and some questionable wobbles, you somehow managed to hoist yourself up to the top.

You let out a triumphant breath, balancing yourself against the trunk. Looking down, you spotted Sunghoon still standing right beneath you.

"Move away!" you shouted, one hand gripping a coconut, ready to drop it.

Sunghoon blinked up at you, clueless. "Huh?!"

"Move! Get away—shit!"

The coconut slipped from your grasp.

Sunghoon yelped, narrowly dodging the potential skull-cracking disaster as the coconut crashed into the ground beside him. His eyes were as wide as saucers, his breath ragged.

"You almost kill me!" he gasped, clutching his chest as if his heart might leap out at any moment.

You let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes. While you didn't understand the exact words, his tone—and the sheer terror on his face—was enough to fill in the blanks.

"Well, I did tell you to move!" you retorted, balancing carefully atop the tree.

Sunghoon scowled up at you, still visibly shaken.

"I'm just trying to get us food!" you added, plucking another coconut and holding it threateningly. "So, unless you want a concussion, I suggest you listen next time!"

He promptly scrambled further away, eyes never leaving the coconut in your hand.

"Liquid secured."

You exhaled deeply, taking a moment to appreciate the small victory. At the very least, thirst would not be your cause of death. The sky, now dimming into a darker shade of blue, hinted at impending rainfall—an additional blessing in disguise.

However, food remained an unsolved predicament.

As you and Sunghoon trudged back from the shore, he struggled to balance four coconuts in his arms, his gait slightly unsteady as he maneuvered around scattered debris. You, on the other hand, scanned the surroundings in search of anything remotely edible. That was when you spotted them—clusters of goose plums nestled among the greenery.

A wave of relief washed over you. At least we won't starve completely. Thank God for your basic fruit knowledge, or you'd probably be chewing on something poisonous by now.

But that wasn't the only thing you noticed.

It was bright afternoon when your feet reach you at the shore. Right there, lying on the damp sand, was a peculiar, cucumber-shaped creature. It wriggled slightly, looking almost alien-like.

Sunghoon, sipping coconut water through a plastic straw he salvaged from one of the washed-up bags, stepped beside you and followed your gaze.

His eyes followed your line of sight, and together, in perfect synchrony, the two of you tilted your heads.

A long silence ensued.

You crouched down first, carefully extending a finger toward the mysterious creature.

Tap. Nothing. You tap it again, still no reaction.

You narrowed your eyes. "Are you edible?" you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, as if trying to communicate with the unknown entity. And then— Without warning, the creature released a sudden jet of thick, white liquid from its opening.

Sunghoon, caught mid-sip, choked violently on his coconut water, his body jerking forward as he coughed uncontrollably. His face contorted in sheer disbelief as he desperately tried to regain control of his breathing. Meanwhile, you froze, eyes blown wide in shock.

For a brief moment, there was only stunned silence between the two of you. And then, the laughter erupted.

You collapsed onto the sand, wheezing, clutching your stomach as the absurdity of the situation washed over you. Sunghoon was now lying on his back, laughing so hard that no sound was coming out. His entire body shook as he hit the sand repeatedly, as if trying to exorcise the memory from his mind.

"Did—did that just happen?!" you gasped between fits of laughter. Sunghoon, still struggling to form coherent words, simply nodded, his entire face red from either laughter or oxygen deprivation.

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as you wiped at them. "Oh my god, we broke it." Still chuckling, you reached forward and picked up the poor, unsuspecting creature once again. Sunghoon, immediately wary, scooted backward.

"Touch it," you urged, barely holding back another laugh. Sunghoon furrowed his brows, shaking his head vehemently. "No. No, no, no. I do not trust."

Rolling your eyes, you tilted the creature toward him. "Come on, it's harmless! Just one little poke!" He hesitated. Then, after much internal debate, he extended a single, reluctant finger—

Another burst of white liquid shot out. This time, Sunghoon shrieked. An actual shriek.

You collapsed onto the sand, utterly useless, consumed by another fit of uncontrollable laughter. "It looks like a cumming dick!" you wheezed, barely able to breathe between your giggles.

Sunghoon, already red from laughter, turned an even deeper shade of crimson. He smacked his hands over his face, groaning between chuckles.

The two of you continued laughing until your stomachs ached, rolling on the sand like complete idiots stranded in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, the hysteria died down, replaced by exhausted breaths and occasional snickers.

Now, both of you sat in silence, crouched by a small fire, cooking the very same sea cucumber you had been laughing at moments ago.

You poked at it with a makeshift stick, watching as it sizzled in the weak flames. "This feels morally wrong," you muttered.

Sunghoon, eyes trained on the fire, hummed in thought. "It... safe?" he asked, looking at you as if you were supposed to be the survival expert here.

You gave him a deadpan stare. "You tell me. You're the one who said it's edible."

Sunghoon pursed his lips before shrugging. "Maybe... maybe die?"

You smacked his arm. "Don't joke like that!"

"Maybe not die?" he corrected quickly, holding back a laugh.

Days of being stranded on an island were the last thing you ever wanted to experience. It was nothing like the adventure movies made it seem—those always ended with the survivors thin, sunburnt, and borderline insane.

At first, you had dreaded ending up the same way. But now, on day four, you weren't so sure.

You glanced at Sunghoon, who was currently sitting in the sand, attempting to build a very questionable-looking sandcastle. Despite his hopeless survival skills, he was surprisingly unbothered by the entire situation.

He ate whatever you managed to scavenge, tried (and failed) to catch fish with his bare hands, and even helped you construct a pitiful excuse for a tent.

What stood out the most, though, was how quickly he picked up on your words. Each day, his English improved bit by bit—though not without some truly hilarious mistranslations along the way.

You watched him pile more wet sand onto his lopsided creation, his expression one of pure focus.

Maybe being stranded wasn't that bad. Not if you had someone like Sunghoon around—someone who didn't crumble under stress but instead found joy in the smallest things.

"Sunghoon," you called, watching as he paused mid-sandcastle, hands covered in damp grains of sand. He lifted his head, tilting it slightly in curiosity.

"Are you happy?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. Instead, he glanced up at the sky, his usual thinking habit, before nodding. "Yes."

His smile was soft, genuine—like he truly meant it.

You found yourself studying his face, taking in the details you had unconsciously memorized over the past four days.

The way his cheeks and nose were always tinged red from too much sun exposure. The way his eyes flickered upward in thought before he gave you a response. The way he would bring back scraps of wood for the fire with a proud grin, as if he had just conquered the wilderness.

And, of course, the way he flexed his arms at you as a joke, despite not being particularly muscular.

Sunghoon was... unexpected. A person you would have never imagined being stuck with, yet somehow, he made the situation bearable. Maybe even enjoyable.

Lost in thought, you almost didn't notice when he suddenly struck a pose, flexing again with an exaggerated smirk. "Strong man."

You snorted, shaking your head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Tarzan."

Sunghoon furrowed his brows. "Tar...zan?"

You rolled your eyes, leaning back onto your hands. "Forget it."

The playful atmosphere lingered for a moment before Sunghoon's expression shifted, his hands slowing as he traced patterns into the sand. His voice was quieter when he spoke again.

"In Korea, I am not happy," he admitted, gaze fixed downward. "Marry a girl I do not love."

You stared at him, letting him talk.

Sunghoon sighed, his fingers drawing absent-minded circles in the sand. "Family say... must marry. No choice." He looked up at you, something heavy in his eyes. "I do not want marry."

You frowned, hugging your knees to your chest. "That's... kind of messed up."

Sunghoon tilted his head, not fully understanding, so you sighed and tried again. "I mean, forcing you to marry someone you don't love? That's not fair."

He nodded slowly, as if letting the words sink in. "Yes. Not fair."

"Is that why you separate yourself from them when the cruise is sinking?" you asked carefully. "Were you... running away from them?"

Sunghoon hesitated, then gave a small nod. "Yes."

You let out a low whistle, leaning back on your palms. "Damn. So, technically, this island might be the best thing to happen to you."

Sunghoon blinked, then let out a dry chuckle. "Maybe."

You nudged him with your foot. "So, what's the plan? When we get rescued, are you going back? Or are you gonna pull a full-on lost prince escaping his royal duties situation?"

He seemed to think for a long moment before exhaling. "I... do not know."

You had no sarcastic remark, no teasing quip. Instead, you just sat there, watching as Sunghoon absentmindedly drew a stick figure in the sand.

After a moment, you sighed, resting your chin on your knees. "Well, at least you're safe here. No family breathing down your neck, no forced marriage... just me, you, and our little slice of survival hell."

Sunghoon chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "Hell?"

You gestured around dramatically. "Oh, absolutely. No internet, no fast food, no soft beds—this is prime suffering, my friend."

He gave you a lopsided smile. "But... you smile."

You blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

Sunghoon pointed at you, tilting his head. "Say suffering... but smile."

Your lips parted, but you had no immediate response. You hadn't really thought about it, but he was right. Sure, the situation sucked, and yes, you'd kill for a burger and an actual shower, but... you were still smiling. Still laughing.

Maybe it was because of him.

Shaking off the thought, you huffed dramatically. "Well, what can I say? Misery loves company."

Sunghoon furrowed his brows. "Misery... loves company?"

You waved a hand. "It just means suffering is easier when you're not alone."

He nodded as if absorbing the meaning, then gave you a small, knowing smile. "Then... we suffer together."

You snorted, nudging him again. "Damn right."

The conversation could've turned heavy again, but Sunghoon suddenly gasped, eyes wide as he pointed behind you.

"Y/N! Look!"

You whipped around, expecting something dramatic—maybe a rescue boat, a wild animal, or even another poor soul who had washed up on the shore. Instead, it was a coconut crab. A big, ugly coconut crab, waddling sideways near your pathetic attempt at a fire pit.

You turned back to Sunghoon, unimpressed. "Seriously?"

Sunghoon grinned, grabbing a stick like a spear. "Dinner."

You watched as he dramatically stood, stick raised like a warrior about to go into battle. The crab, oblivious, continued its slow march across the sand.

"You realize if you miss, that thing is coming for revenge, right?"

Sunghoon ignored you, focusing on his target. You watched, highly entertained, as he took a deep breath.

—And lunged.

And missed.

The stick bounced off the sand, the crab flinched, and Sunghoon yelped as the angry crustacean turned and started scuttling toward him at full speed.

"YA!" Sunghoon scrambled back, arms flailing.

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as he ran in circles, trying to escape the vengeful crab.

Day Eight. Still no rescue.

The massive SOS you had carefully arranged with coconut leaves on the white sand remained untouched, unnoticed. No planes overhead, no boats in the distance—just the endless ocean mocking you.

With a sigh, you decided to push deeper into the forest, hoping to find something useful. Sunghoon followed closely behind, gripping his makeshift spear like he was the lead character in a survival movie. His eyes darted around cautiously, scanning for any signs of danger.

You rolled your eyes. "Relax, Tarzan. The worst thing we've seen so far is that angry coconut crab."

Sunghoon frowned. "Crab scary."

You snorted, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder. It was filled with random toiletries you had salvaged—mostly useless, but at least you had toothpaste, and body wash. Now, if only you could find fresh water.

You stopped abruptly, causing Sunghoon to bump into you.

"Yah!" he complained, rubbing his chest.

"Shh!" You raised a hand, listening. There was a faint, trickling sound. Your eyes widened, and you spun around to Sunghoon, grabbing his arm.

"Do you hear that?"

He tilted his head, listening, before his expression brightened. "Water?"

"Water!"

Without hesitation, you grabbed his wrist and took off running toward the sound. Sunghoon stumbled after you, nearly tripping over roots in his rush to keep up.

The two of you crashed through the foliage, excitement building—until you finally broke through a clearing.

And there it was.

A beautiful, crystal-clear stream, flowing gently through the rocks, shimmering under the sunlight. Birds chirped overhead, the air smelled fresh and clean, and for a moment, it felt like you had just discovered paradise.

Tears pricked at your eyes. "Sunghoon... we did it. Fresh water!"

Sunghoon, equally amazed, crouched down to inspect it. He dipped a hand into the stream, watching as the water ran through his fingers. "Cold..."

"That's a good thing!" You practically shoved him aside in your eagerness, cupping your hands to drink. The cool liquid hit your throat, and you nearly moaned in relief. It wasn't salty, it wasn't muddy—just fresh, actual water.

Sunghoon watched you with a mixture of amusement and fascination before cautiously taking a sip himself. His eyes widened. "It's delicious..."

You grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "We're so smart."

Sunghoon chuckled. "Smart... but smell bad."

You gasped, shoving him. "Excuse me?!"

He laughed, dodging your attack. "Water here! Bath!"

You looked down at your clothes—torn, dirty, stained with sand and sweat. Okay, maybe he had a point.

But before you could respond, Sunghoon ripped his shirt off and stepped into the stream without hesitation.

You choked. "Wait—what are you doing?!"

Sunghoon turned to you, grinning. "Shower!"

Your face burned as you turned away. "Warn a girl next time, Jesus!"

Sunghoon only laughed, splashing water in your direction. You shrieked, grabbing your bag and hugging it to your chest.

Sunghoon happily swim to the fresh water, fully immersed in the crystal-clear water, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a contented sigh. He dipped beneath the surface, disappearing for a moment before resurfacing with a dramatic whip of his hair, water droplets spraying everywhere. His palms ran down his face, fingers sliding through his wet strands, slicking them back.

You gulped.

Your gaze unwillingly traced the sharp line of his jaw, down to the smooth expanse of his broad shoulders and sculpted back, muscles shifting effortlessly as he waded deeper into the water. The golden sunlight filtering through the trees made the droplets on his skin glow, highlighting every defined ridge and curve.

Was it suddenly hotter out here? Or was that just Sunghoon looking like a scene straight out of a movie?

You snapped out of it, clearing your throat and turning away, firmly fixing your gaze on a tree. Not today, hormones.

Sunghoon chuckled, as if sensing your distress. "You come, too?" he called, voice teasing.

You smirked, deciding to mess with him. "What if there's a snake in there?"

Sunghoon's eyes widened in sheer terror. He immediately glanced down at the water, frantically scanning his surroundings. "No snakeu!" he pouted, splashing water as if to scare off imaginary threats.

You burst out laughing at his panicked reaction. "Okay, okay! I'll swim."

Sunghoon's lips stretched into a pleased grin as he floated on his back, arms spread out, completely relaxed.

Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the hem of your tattered, eight-day-old dress, tearing off the ruined fabric until you were left in your two-piece swimsuit.

You rummaged through your bag, pulling out a tiny bottle of body wash from the toiletries kit you salvaged. With a satisfied nod, you stepped into the cool, refreshing water, slowly wading toward the center where Sunghoon drifted.

Despite the language barrier, you and Sunghoon had grown remarkably close over the past week. Most days were filled with silly games of rock, paper, scissors, where Sunghoon was a consistent loser—a fact you never let him forget.

Conversations, though sometimes broken and grammatically questionable, flowed naturally between you two.

You learned that Sunghoon's favorite food was something called misutgaru, a Korean grain powder drink, and he loved having it with bananas.

He was also obsessed with steak—to the point where he once ordered the same steak dish at the same restaurant for four consecutive days. The way he told you the story, with his endearingly bad grammar and exaggerated hand gestures, had you wheezing with laughter.

Sighing, you lathered the body wash onto your skin, enjoying the rare luxury of feeling somewhat clean again. Meanwhile, Sunghoon floated effortlessly on his back, arms and legs spread out, drifting like a carefree child.

For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to relax—until something brushed against your foot.

Your scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere as you kicked wildly, causing waves to ripple across the water. Sunghoon suddenly resurfaced right in front of you, grinning mischievously.

"You—!" you sputtered, eyes narrowing. "Was that you?!"

Sunghoon, completely unfazed by your outburst, tilted his head innocently. "What me?"

You scoffed, immediately cupping your hands and sending a massive splash of water straight at his face.

Sunghoon yelped, shielding himself. "Yah!" He barely had time to react before you splashed him again—this time, full force.

He lunged, sending a wave of water crashing into you. You shrieked, retaliating with even more aggressive splashes. It turned into an all-out war, both of you laughing uncontrollably as you tried to out-splash each other.

At one point, Sunghoon managed to sneak behind you, his strong arms locking around your waist as he lifted you out of the water.

"Got you!" he announced triumphantly.

You gasped, flailing your arms. "Sunghoon, you idiot—!"

Before you could finish, he dropped you back into the water with a loud splash.

Emerging with a gasp, you slicked your wet hair back, wiping water from your face before fixing Sunghoon with a glare.

"Oh, you're dead."

Sunghoon burst into laughter, backing away with his hands up in mock surrender, though the mischief in his eyes remained.

You were already preparing for another attack when he suddenly paused, his laughter fading into something softer.

"Y/N," he said, his voice gentler than before.

You blinked, lowering your hands. "What?"

He hesitated for a moment, then offered you a small smile. "You pretty."

You froze, the words catching you off guard. Your heart did an embarrassing little flip, and you were momentarily stunned into silence.

"Y/N always angry, but still pretty."

Your cheeks burned, and you whipped your head toward him, mouth opening in disbelief.

The sunlight filtering through the trees reflected off the water, making his damp skin glow, droplets trailing slowly down his sharp jawline.

Nope. Absolutely not.

Desperate to escape whatever weird, butterfly-inducing moment this was, you splashed him again—hard.

"Ugh, shut up!" you huffed, turning away quickly before he could see your very obvious blush.

Sunghoon yelped, laughing as he wiped the water from his face. "Why? Is true!"

You ignored him, stomping toward the shallow end. But, of course, Sunghoon followed, completely unfazed.

Spotting the tiny bottle of body wash in your hand, he plucked it from your grasp before you could protest, giving it an experimental squeeze onto his palm.

You sighed, watching as he lathered it onto his arms, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he hummed your name happily, grinning as he rubbed soap onto his chest.

You stared at him, bewildered. There it was again—that stupid fluttering in your stomach.

"What's with you today?" you grumbled, narrowing your eyes.

He simply shook his head, still grinning. "Happy. We bath."

You blinked. That was it? That was the grand reason behind his weird, flirty behavior?

You sighed dramatically, leaning back against the rock. "God, you're so weird."

After a few hours, both of you remained at the same spot, basking in the rare moment of peace. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the water. You were now wearing an oversized polo that you had salvaged from the washed-up luggage, while Sunghoon remained topless, his skin glistening with the remnants of water droplets.

You watched the gentle stream, absentmindedly tracing patterns in the damp fabric of your shirt when—

"Y/N, what's 'laid'?"

You choked on absolutely nothing. Your whole body stiffened.

Slowly, you turned to him, eyes wide, brain short-circuiting. Did you hear that right?

Sunghoon, meanwhile, looked completely innocent—his usual curious expression firmly in place.

"You... what?" you asked, as if giving him a chance to correct himself.

"You want laid, right?" he repeated, tilting his head. "What's 'laid'?"

Your soul left your body.

A thousand thoughts ran through your head, ranging from "oh my god" to "is this really happening" to "do I have to explain this to him?"

"W-Where did you hear that?!" you stammered, your face heating up.

"You said before boat sinks, you want laid."

Your hands flew to your face, muffling a groan. Of all the things he could've remembered from your endless rambling, it had to be that.

Taking a deep breath, you peeked at him through your fingers. He was still waiting—completely oblivious.

"There are two meanings," you sighed, already regretting this conversation. "The first one means to rest. Like when we lie down? That's called 'laying.' Past tense is 'laid.'"

Sunghoon nodded, seeming satisfied. But then, of course, he asked—

"And... the other?" You hesitated. Your foot tapped against the ground anxiously as you slowly raised your hands.

Left hand: circle. Right hand: pointer finger. You moved them together in a very telling motion.

Sunghoon's eyes followed the gesture. He tilted his head. Then, his ears turned bright red.

"Oh."

You nodded solemnly.

"OH."

His entire face flushed deep red, and he immediately covered his mouth like you had just said the worst possible thing. His body went stiff, and his gaze darted around.

"You say... you want laid?!" His voice cracked at the end, and his hands flew to his head in pure secondhand embarrassment.

"I didn't mean it like that!" you shrieked, slapping his arm. "It's just an expression! It doesn't always mean that!"

Sunghoon groaned loudly, collapsing onto the ground, his hands over his face.

"Nooo, Y/N, my brain!" he whined, rolling around like his entire existence had been shattered.

You couldn't help it. You burst out laughing.

"I can't believe you remembered that, of all things!" you teased, hugging your stomach as you watched him dramatically suffer.

Sunghoon peeked at you through his fingers, still blushing furiously. "You say bad thing," he muttered, shaking his head.

"You asked!" you shot back, still giggling.

Then you paused, tilting your head. "Wait... are you a virgin?"

Sunghoon's ears turned an even deeper shade of red. He avoided your gaze.

Your eyes widened. "No way! Aren't you, like, twenty-five?!"

He mumbled something under his breath, barely audible.

"What was that?" You leaned in.

Sunghoon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Marry first, laid after."

You stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing. "That's so cute!"

Sunghoon scowled, clearly flustered. "W-why? You... you laid without marry?"

You grinned, casually reaching out to wipe a stray droplet from his thick eyebrows. "You don't have to be married to get laid, Sunghoon. People do it whenever they want."

Sunghoon's brows furrowed, his mind clearly working overtime as he processed your words. "Whenever... they want?"

You nodded, swallowing. Why was the air suddenly so thick?

Sunghoon blinked, his voice lower this time. "You want laid... now?"

Your breath hitched. The question hung between you, heavy and unspoken. Heat crept up your neck as you caught the way his gaze flickered to your lips before quickly darting back to your eyes.

Your heart pounded. "Why are you asking me that?" Your voice came out softer than intended. "Do you... want to get laid?"

Sunghoon swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed, and you noticed the way his breath had deepened, the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides.

He bit his lip—a nervous habit you had come to recognize over the past days. But this time, it felt different.

"I..." His voice wavered, his chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths. When he finally met your gaze, his eyes were dark.

The air pressed around you. The stream murmured softly behind you, the wind whispering through the trees—but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was him.

Then, your gaze dropped—lower. Your breath hitched. His shorts did little to hide the tension coiling in his body, his bulge are visible and you almost moaned at how huge it was.

"Fuck," you whispered under your breath, leaning in without thinking. Sunghoon tensed. His palm braced against the rock, as if trying to ground himself. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

"I-In Korea... m-marry first," he stammered, voice strained. But his body betrayed his words, drawn to you like a magnet.

You hummed, leaning closer, fingertips grazing his jawline, tracing the sharp edges down to his lips. His breath shuddered, his lashes fluttering.

"But I want you," he murmured, voice rough, sending a heat straight to your core.

You traced his face—his high cheekbones, the curve of his nose, the thick lines of his brows. He trembled under your touch.

"Want you," he whispered again, barely audible, but the desperation in his voice are obvious.

Your forehead pressed against his, your lips hovering a breath away. "Where do you want me?"

His grip tightened around your wrist, slowly guiding your hand to his crotch.

Your fingers brushed against him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, eyes screwing shut. "Hurts," he rasped, hips jerking slightly. "Please... help."

A rush of heat pooled in your stomach, but you hesitated. "Sunghoon..."

His grip tightened, your fingers tracing at the outline of his bulge before tugging down his shorts.

Heat rushed to your face as you took in the sight of him—hardened, aching, a bead of arousal gathering at the tip. Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Lowering yourself onto your knees, ignoring the rough scrape of stone beneath you, you leaned in, placing a featherlight kiss at his tip before trailing lower. Sunghoon's breath hitched, his hands instinctively finding your face, fingers caressing your cheeks

His lips parted as he released a quiet, shuddering moan when you finally took him in, your mouth warm around him. His fingers threaded through your hair, hesitant at first, before tightening slightly when you hummed against him.

His hips jerked involuntarily, and he muttered something in Korean—words too soft, too breathless to understand, but the way his voice trembled sent heat curling in your stomach.

His body trembled beneath your touch, breath growing heavier, more unsteady. His fingers tangled deeper into your hair, a soft groan escaping his parted lips as his hips moved instinctively.

"F-feels... so good," he murmured, his head tilting back, exposing the sharp line of his jaw. The sound sent a rush of heat through you, your own body reacting to the way he surrendered so easily to your touch.

Your jaw ached, your knees stung against the rough ground, but none of it mattered. Not when he looked at you like that—half-lidded eyes glazed over, lips swollen from biting down his moans. You cupped him gently, tracing soft circles, and his breath hitched.

His voice turned breathy, laced with a desperation that made your stomach tighten. More words spilled from his lips in Korean, a mix of pleading and praise. You pulled away briefly, a thin strand of saliva still connecting you, and wrapped your fingers around him instead, stroking with a teasing rhythm.

"Are you close?" you whispered, watching him unravel beneath you.

Sunghoon nodded frantically, chest rising and falling in deep, shaky breaths. Then, with a sudden burst of need, his hands guided you back to him, his touch rough but hesitant.

"Marry you after... just, please—help me," he gasped, voice breaking as he gave in completely.

A flicker of amusement mixed with the heat curling in your stomach, but you didn't laugh. Instead, you leaned in, letting him lose himself to the feeling, his body tensing beneath your touch. The moment stretched, until his breath stuttered, and he finally let go—shuddering against you, gripping onto you.

"Ngh,” Sunghoon gasped, his breath coming in uneven pants as you continued, helping him ride out his high. His body trembled beneath your touch, muscles taut with pleasure.

Slowly, you pulled away, swallowing as you caught your breath. When you looked up, Sunghoon's eyes were already on you— wide, shock and confused.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, "are you okay?"

Still dazed, Sunghoon averted his gaze, his face burning red. His hands twitched, shifting uncomfortably as if unsure what to do next. He muttered something under his breath in Korean, words too soft for you to catch.

"You didn't like it?" You frowned, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

His head snapped toward you, eyes widening in alarm. "N-no! Like! I like!"

You barely had time to react before he grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you to sit beside him. He cupped the water in his hands and suddenly tried to bring it to your lips, his expression shifting into pure panic.

"Why you drink it?! I-It’s dirty," he blurted, as if you had just done something irreversible.

You blinked before bursting into laughter, swatting his hands away. "Oh my God, you're adorable."

Sunghoon groaned, covering his face as his ears turned even redder. You reached forward, grabbing his cheeks between your fingers, squeezing playfully.

"Seriously? Have you never watched porn before? I thought Korean guys were supposed to be wild." You teased, grinning.

Sunghoon gulped, his gaze flickering to your chest for a split second before meeting your eyes again. He nodded, shy yet honest.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Wait... was that your first time?"

He hesitated, then nodded again.

You stared at him before letting out another laugh, the realization making you grin. "No way."

Sunghoon huffed, pouting. "Stop laugh."

You only laughed harder, nudging him playfully. "No, no, it's just—damn, I feel honored."

His ears turned impossibly red, and he groaned again, burying his face in his hands.

"What have you even been doing with your life for this to be your first blowjob?!" you teased, laughter bubbling out of you.

Sunghoon just shook his head, fingers still covering his face, his embarrassment almost too much to handle. His reaction only made you laugh harder.

"Seriously, not even once?" you pressed, poking his side.

He mumbled something incoherent, but the way his ears burned was answer enough.

Amused, you sighed and moved closer, draping your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing your chest lightly against his damp back. You leaned in, lips hovering just over the shell of his ear. "Do you not want to continue?"

Sunghoon stiffened instantly. His breath hitched, his whole body tensing at your words. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, eyes wide and filled with eager. His gaze flickered downward, drawn to the droplets of water sliding down your collarbone and disappearing beneath the fabric of your oversized polo.

You smirked, watching his throat bob as he swallowed thickly.

Just when he parted his lips to respond, you burst into laughter, pulling back. "I'm kidding! No pressure, virgin boy!"

Sunghoon blinked, his expression shifting from anticipation to exasperation. "Y/N!" he groaned, throwing his head back.

You grinned mischievously. "What? You looked like you were about to pass out!"

He pouted, grumbling something about you being evil under his breath.

Still, you could see the way his hands twitched on his lap, how he stole quick glances at your legs, your lips—anywhere but your eyes. It made something stir inside you, something warm and thrilling.

"You're curious, aren't you?" you murmured, tilting your head.

Sunghoon hesitated before nodding, his gaze flickering to your mouth.

"Do you want me to teach you?" you asked, voice softer now, teasing.

He exhaled sharply, his fingers clenching against the rock he was sitting on. "Teach?"

You smirked, reaching for his wrist, guiding his hand to your waist. "Mhm. If you want to learn, you have to be hands-on."

Sunghoon's breath stuttered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his grip tightened ever so slightly, his thumb hesitantly tracing over your damp skin.

Your heart raced as you leaned in closer, voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me, Sunghoon?"

His fingers tightened around your waist, his grip both hesitant and desperate as he gave a small, breathless nod.

Back at your makeshift tent, the world around you faded, leaving only the sound of the waves lapping against the shore and the rustling of the fabric beneath you. Sitting on his lap, your fingers tangled in his damp hair, your lips molding against his in a kiss.

Sunghoon moaned softly against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as you ground against him, his inexperience evident in the way his lips moved— so hungry, so desperate.

The warmth of his breath mingled with yours as his tongue hesitantly met yours, a shiver running through his body at the sensation.

His kisses were messy, teeth clashing at first, but you guided him, deepening the kiss until he melted into you, his breath hitching every time your hips moved against his.

You tugged at his hair, forcing his head back, and he let out a quiet whine, his lips parting slightly, eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you. He was completely under your control, chest rising and falling rapidly.

When he tried to chase your lips again, you tugged harder, making him gasp. The sound sent a thrill straight to your core.

"Impatient, aren't you?" you teased,

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as his fingers twitched against your waist. His lips, swollen from your heated kisses, remained slightly open, as if he wanted to respond but couldn't find the words.

You rolled your hips slowly, grinding against the hardness straining beneath his shorts. The friction makes him exhaled sharply, his grip tightening as his fingers dug into your flesh.

His hands moved on instinct, sliding up your torso, fingers trembling slightly as they reached the hem of your oversized polo. He hesitated for just a second before tugging it up, his breath hitching as you lifted your arms, letting the fabric slip off your body.

You flipped your hair over your shoulder, your eyes locked on his as you reached for his hand, guiding it to your chest. A sharp inhale escaped him the moment his palm met the soft swell of your breast, his thumb instinctively pressing against the lace of your bra.

"Fuck, touch me more." You sighed, closing your eyes as you rolled your hips again, the sensation making heat coil low in your stomach.

Sunghoon's breathing grew heavier, his thumb flicked over your nipple through the thin fabric, the light pressure making you lightheaded. A small moan escaped your lips, and the sound seemed to unravel something inside him.

He whined softly, His other hand reached behind you, fumbling with your bra strap before tugging at it. His touch was eager, his fingers brushing against your skin as he finally let the lace fall away.

You gasped as the cool air kissed your exposed skin, but the warmth of his palms quickly replaced it. His fingers traced over your bare nipple before giving an experimental flick, watching your reaction with fascinated intensity.

You bit your lip, arching into his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders. Sunghoon groaned, his eyes flickering between your face and your chest, drinking in the sight of you.

His other hand found your waist again, pulling you flush against him. "Y/N..." he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You cupped his face, guiding him closer until his lips hovered just above your chest. "Suck it, Hoon," you whispered.

His breath fanned across your skin before his lips finally closed around your peak, his tongue swirled experimentally, tasting, savoring, his grip on you tightened. Your fingers threaded through his damp hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan from him.

His free hand found your other breast, kneading it gently making your head tilting back in pleasure.

You pushed him gently, guiding him to lay back against the blanket. His dark eyes stayed locked onto yours, filled with anticipation.

"Want more," he whispered, his voice breathless, his hands already reaching for you.

"Shhh," you soothed, leaning down to brush your lips against his, letting them linger, teasing. "I'll give you more."

Your fingers traced down your body, grazing your heated skin until they reached the slick warmth between your thighs. Sunghoon's gaze followed your every movement, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

"You want to please me?" you murmured, and he nodded eagerly.

Taking his hand, you guided him, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against you. "Slip a finger inside," you instructed, voice barely above a whisper.

The moment he obeyed, you gasped, your body clenching around the unfamiliar but electrifying sensation. His fingers were long, slender, exploring you.

Sunghoon's brows furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he watched your reaction.

The need pooling inside you intensified. "Add another," you breathed, your nails digging lightly into his wrist.

He hesitated for only a second before sliding another finger inside. The stretch made your thighs quiver, and your hips instinctively rolled against his hand. He let out a shaky breath, eyes flickering between where his fingers were buried in you and the way your lips parted in pleasure.

"You feel..." He exhaled deeply.

"You're doing so well," you whispered, your hand cupping his cheek as he leaned into your touch. Encouraged, he moved his fingers, slowly at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that made your back arch and your breath hitch.

Then, without warning, he curled them. A sharp cry left your lips, your body jolting as he unknowingly pressed against the very spongy spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

Sunghoon's lips brushed against your chest again, his tongue flicking over your areola as his fingers moves. "Good?" he asked.

"Yes," you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders. "So good."

His eyes darkened, his cock strained against his shorts, He wanted to hear that again. To make you tremble, to pull more of those breathy, needy sounds from you.

"Can you go faster?" you begged, voice breaking slightly. "Please, Hoon."

The sound of his name on your lips, so sweet and hungry for more, sent something wild through him. He obeyed, fingers working you with increasing intensity, his own breathing ragged as he watched you unravel beneath his touch.

Sunghoon was completely focused on you now—his fingers moving faster, deeper,

Your hips rocked against his fingers, chasing the pleasure that built inside you. His jaw clenched in concentration as he adjusted his rhythm, curling his fingers just right, watching as your body reacted to every movement.

"Sunghoon," you whimpered, nails digging into his arm. "I—I'm close."

His lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Close?" he repeated, his voice almost reverent, as if he couldn't believe he was making you feel this way.

You nodded frantically, grinding against his palm, your body wound so tightly you thought you might snap. Sunghoon's free hand skimmed up your waist, his thumb grazing your hardened nipple, making you arch your back. His fingers inside you never slowed, working you open with a hunger he didn't even know he had in him.

"Gonna cum, gonna — fuck, please!"

A cry tore from your lips as pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling violently as you came around his fingers. Sunghoon froze for a moment, mesmerized, his breath hitching as he felt you clench and pulse around his finger.

"Fuck," you gasped, body going lax against him as aftershocks rippled through you. Your thighs trembled as he slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way they glistened with your release. His ears burned red, his lips slightly parted in awe.

His jaw clenched, and he swallowed hard when you pushed him back down against the blanket.

"Y/N," he rasped, his hands settling on your waist.

"Hmm?" You hummed in response, lips trailing down the sharp line of his jaw, teasing him with the lightest brush of your tongue.

"I—" He bit his lip, eyes blown wide. "I need you."

You smiled, pressing your forehead against his. "Then let me take care of you."

Slowly, teasingly, your fingers trailed down his stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched, his muscles tensing in anticipation.

"Relax, Hoon," you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips before finally slipping your hand lower.

Your fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. You took your time, watching him, memorizing every expression—the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips parted in silent moans, the way his throat bobbed with every swallowed gasp.

Growing impatient, Sunghoon lifted his hips, helping you slide his shorts down. Your eyes drank in the sight of him, flushed and aching, his body taut with need. You slowly straddled him, rolling your hips teasingly, feeling the heat of his arousal press against you. A soft moan slipped past your lips at the friction, pleasure sparking up to your clit.

Sunghoon's breath grew heavier, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles on your skin.

You repeated the motion, grinding against him, your body craving more. Slowly, you reached between you, guiding him to your entrance.

The moment he pressed inside, a sharp gasp left your lips, your brows knitting together at the stretch. Sunghoon choked on a moan, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched, mesmerized, the way your body took him in.

"Fuck," you breathed, adjusting to the fullness. "You're fucking big."

His jaw clenched at your words, his grip on your waist tightening as he fought the urge to thrust up into you.

With a deep breath, you sank down further, finally seating yourself fully. The feeling stole the air from your lungs, your thighs trembling from the stretch. Sunghoon threw his head back, a guttural moan escaping him, the feeling of being buried inside you unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

His hands found yours, fingers intertwining, making your heart flutter.

With a steady grip on his hands, you slowly rolled your hips, testing the movement, feeling every inch of him inside you. A sharp exhale left his lips, his eyes locked onto where your bodies were joined. The sight alone had his cock twitching inside you.

"A-ah," You lifted your hips, feeling the drag of him leaving you before sinking back down.

His grip on your hands tightened, his jaw slack as a breathy moan escaped him.

"Breathe, baby," you coaxed, moving against him, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm.

Sunghoon released a shaky breath, his lidded eyes drinking in the way you moved, the way your body reacted to him. His head fell back against the blanket, pleasure written all over his face as he let himself get lost in the sensation.

You clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat. His hips bucked up instinctively, meeting your movements, pushing deeper inside you.

His name fell from your lips, your body arching as the pleasure intensified. "Sunghoon—!"

The sound of your moans only pushed him further. His restraint snapped.

In one swift motion, he sat up, arms wrapping around you, pressing your body flush against his. His hands gripped your ass, lifting you only to bring you down again, fucking up into you with deep, slow thrusts. It was messy but so damn good.

You gasped, nails raking down his back as he took control, his movements are needy. The sounds of skin against skin filled the air, the slick heat between you driving you both closer to the edge.

His lips found your chest again, tongue swirling around a hardened peak before sucking harshly. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure making your walls clenching around him.

"Shit," you whimpered, your voice breaking as you reached between your legs, fingers rubbing quick circles against your clit.

Sunghoon groaned at the sight, his hips snapping up faster, his cock throbbing inside you.

"Sunghoon, fuck! Slow down!" Your body trembled, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. His name spilled from your lips in breathless moans, your body arching against him as the heat built to an unbearable peak.

His grip on you tightened, his thrusts turning erratic. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you finally snapped.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure washing through every nerve in your body. Your walls clenched down around him, pulling him deeper, milking him for everything he had.

Sunghoon's head dropping to your shoulder as his hips jerked one final time. A deep, broken moan escaped him as he came, his cock twitching violently, spilling hot inside you.

Your bodies remained tangled together, your breathing heavy, hearts still pounding. Neither of you spoke, both lost in the lingering haze of pleasure, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence.

You lifted your head, brushing a gentle kiss against Sunghoon's lips.

"You okay?" you murmured, running your fingers through his damp hair.

His hooded eyes flickered open briefly, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at his lips before he let out a breath and sank back against the blanket, pulling you down with him.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you, his body still nestled intimately against yours. His breathing slowed, becoming softer, steadier—and before long, you heard the quiet, rhythmic sound of his snores.

You almost rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips as you stayed still for a few moments, listening to the gentle lull of the waves. But when you finally moved, a sharp hiss left your lips, your body still sensitive, his warmth slipping from you. You took a deep breath, carefully fixing yourself, deciding against your panties as you could still feel his release trickling down your thighs. Instead, you tugged his shorts back onto him before settling down beside him again.

Lying there, you watched him, your gaze softening. His face was peaceful in sleep, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Without thinking, you reached out, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.

You grabbed an extra piece of clothing from the bag you had organized earlier, using it as a blanket to cover both of you. As you pulled it over your bodies, Sunghoon stirred, shifting in his sleep before instinctively wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest, his warmth seeping into you.

A soft sigh left your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as sleep finally claimed you.

The warmth of the sun stirred you awake, but as soon as you shifted, you noticed something was off. The weight of Sunghoon beside you was gone.

Your brows furrowed as your fingers brushed over the blanket, still faintly warm from where he had been. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you sat up, pushing your hair back as you looked around.

Where is he?

You stepped out of the tent, stretching as your gaze drifted toward the shoreline—only for your breath to catch in your throat.

Out in the open water, Sunghoon was swimming. Not just floating near the shore, but deep in the sea, diving and resurfacing.

Your mouth fell open slightly.

"Sunghoon, what the fuck are you doing?!" you called out, hands cupped around your mouth.

It took him a moment, but soon enough, he began paddling back toward the shore, something bobbing alongside him in the water. Squinting, you saw him dragging a plastic bucket and a makeshift wooden spear with the knife you had improvised.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as he reached the surface, standing up and shaking the water from his hair like an excited kid.

"What the hell—" you gasped, rushing toward him as he made his way up the sand.

As soon as you reached him, your hands flew to his face. His skin was flushed red from the sun and the saltwater, his eyes slightly bloodshot, but his expression was nothing short of triumphant.

Your gaze dropped to the bucket he was holding—and your jaw nearly hit the floor. Inside were several freshly caught fish, and even a lobster.

He grinned at you, voice still breathless as he murmured, "Food to eat."

Your heart squeezed at the sight of him, standing there, drenched and sun-kissed, smiling at you like this was the most natural thing in the world.

"Y-You didn't have to do that!" you scolded, concern laced in your tone as you quickly pulled him under the shade. Dropping the bucket, you made him sit down, inspecting his skin. "Look at you, you're so red! Does it hurt? Is it itchy?"

Sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm fine," he assured, though his voice was softer now, almost sheepish.

You frowned, lightly brushing your fingers over his sun-kissed shoulders, worried despite his reassurances.

"Idiot," you muttered under your breath, but your touch was gentle, tracing over the marks left by the sun and sea.

Sunghoon just smiled at you, watching you fuss over him. "Worry too much," he whispered, and before you could scold him again, he caught your wrist, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Your breath hitched, warmth creeping up your cheeks at the unexpected tenderness. "L-Let's just cook and eat!" you stammered, quickly changing the subject.

The two of you sat by the bonfire, watching the flames flicker as the fish slowly cooked over the open fire.

Then, without warning, Sunghoon reached for your hand again, his fingers lacing hesitantly with yours.

You turned to him, startled. "What—"

"Feel good. Did it feel good for you too?" he blurted out, his voice quiet but serious.

Your lips parted in surprise before a small laugh escaped you. His bluntness, paired with the slight flush creeping up his ears, was almost too endearing.

"Of course, I had a good time! You're a natural—are you sure you were a virgin?!" you teased, nudging him playfully.

His face turned impossibly red. He opened his mouth, seemingly struggling for words, before blurting out, "I-I should marry you."

Your laughter died instantly. You blinked at him, stunned. "What?"

Sunghoon met your eyes, completely earnest. "I should marry you," he repeated, as if that was the most obvious conclusion to what had happened between you.

Panic flared in your chest, and you waved your hands in front of you. "No! No, it's not necessary!"

He frowned. "But—"

"Sunghoon, you don't have to marry someone just because you had sex with them." You exhaled, trying to gather your thoughts. "That's not how it works. So stop thinking about marriage, okay? Don't pressure yourself. We're on this island, not in Korea. No rules, no expectations."

His frown deepened. "You don't want to marry me?"

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. You hadn't expected him to take it that way.

"It's not that," you started carefully, searching for the right words. "Marriage is a big step, Sunghoon. It's not something you do just because of one night. You have to really love someone, commit to them fully. In your case, you're already being forced to marry someone you don't love, right?"

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, silent.

You sighed, reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair from his forehead. "What we had... it was fun, right? But it doesn't have to mean anything more than that. Don't overthink it, okay?"

Sunghoon didn't respond immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the fire. You could see the conflict in his expression—the way his fingers tightened slightly around yours before he pulled his hand away.

"I see," he finally muttered, his voice quieter now.

The shift in his demeanor made your chest tighten.

The two of you ate in silence. Your eyes flickered to Sunghoon every few moments, watching the way he quietly picked at his food, his usual energy replaced by something.

It felt... unfamiliar. Uncomfortable.

Then, to your surprise, he picked up a small piece of lobster and placed it gently in your palm. You blinked at the bright orange meat, then at him. "Oh... thank you."

He only gave a small nod before returning to his meal.

You chewed slowly, watching as he silently reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head before standing up. Without a word, he grabbed one of the coconuts he had gathered earlier and began cracking it open.

Once split, he handed you half and then walked away, his footsteps barely making a sound against the soft sand.

Your stomach twisted as you watched him settle near the shoreline, his back to you, eyes fixed on the sea. He idly ran his fingers through the sand, but his posture remained stiff, shoulders tense.

Sunghoon wasn't the type to sulk—at least, not from what you had seen of him. His usual carefree nature was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't shake the feeling that your words had somehow hurt him more than you realized.

You hesitated, debating whether to give him space or approach him.

But the way he sat there, quiet and withdrawn, made your decision for you.

Taking a breath, you stood up and walked toward him. The sand was warm beneath your bare feet as you settled beside him.

At your presence, his hand momentarily stiffened in the sand, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he continued absentmindedly tracing patterns, his fingers digging and smoothing the grains in a rhythmic motion.

For a moment, you just sat there, letting the waves fill the silence. Then, softly, you spoke.

"Sunghoon... I think I upset you."

His jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around your knees. "I wasn't trying to dismiss you or make you feel like what we shared didn't matter. It's just... marriage is something huge. It's not something you decide overnight."

His fingers stopped moving.

Encouraged, you continued. "You said you're being forced to marry someone, right? And you don't want that, because you don't love them. So shouldn't you marry for love, not obligation?"

Sunghoon's fingers dug into the sand, his gaze still fixed on the waves. "You don't want to marry me," he said quietly.

His words caught you off guard. "No, Sunghoon, I—I didn't mean it like that..." You open your mouth trying to find a word to say.

You struggled to find the right words, but before you could, he spoke again, his voice trembling.

"I want to marry you."

Your breath hitched.

"You pretty, you kind always to me, angry but still kind. You is funny, y-you -" His voice was small, then, suddenly, his face crumpled. His breath hitched, and before you could react, a string of hurried Korean words spilled from his lips, his voice cracking as his shoulders trembled.

"If I go back, I won't be able to marry you. Then I don't want to go back. I want to be here with you!"

"Sunghoon—" you whispered, reaching for him, but he dropped his face into his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.

Tears welled up in your own eyes as frustration gnawed at your chest. You hated this. Hated how lost you felt, how you couldn't fully grasp what he was feeling.

"I'd rather fight a hundred coconut crabs than go back. I know it's selfish, but I don't want to leave. If going back means losing you, I'd rather stay here with you forever."

You wanted to understand every word, every thought racing through his mind. But all you could do was watch as he cried, his sobs muffled against his palms.

You bit your lip hard, fighting back the sting in your own eyes before moving closer, wrapping your arms around him. He didn't hesitate—his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as he buried his face into your chest, shaking.

You rested your chin atop his head, running your fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just think... marriage is a big decision, Sunghoon. It's not something you should rush."

He stiffened slightly, but you held him closer.

"I like you too," you admitted, rubbing small circles against his back. "But we're on this island, just the two of us. It's easy to feel like this is all that matters, but we need time. When we go back, we'll experience so many things together. And if, after a year, you still feel this way... if you still want me, if we're both sure, then you can propose. And I'll say yes."

Sunghoon's breath hitched. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes red-rimmed, cheeks tear-streaked. His lips trembled as he swallowed hard.

"Really?" His voice was raspy from crying.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—so vulnerable, so sincere. You cupped his face, thumbs gently wiping away the wetness on his cheeks.

Smiling softly, you whispered, "If you treat me right, then of course, I'll marry you."

His lips parted slightly, a flicker of something hopeful shining through his sadness. Then, without warning, he pulled you into another embrace, holding you.

You and Sunghoon grew even closer as the days passed. You loved the way he smiled—how his lips curled just before he laughed. The way his voice softened when he spoke your name. The way he held you close at night, arms wrapped tightly around you.

You adored the way he stubbornly dived into the ocean for hours, determined to catch fish, even when you told him not to.

And you loved the way he spent long, lingering moments between your legs.

"Just like that," you gasped, your back arching as your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue worked you experimentally, exploring your wet pussy with slow, deliberate strokes.

Sunghoon groaned against you, hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking with just the right pressure.

His soft eyes flickered up to yours, watching your every reaction. "Good?" he murmured between licks.

You couldn't even speak—only nodding frantically, tugging him back to your core in silent plea. He chuckled softly before burying himself deeper, his tongue slipping inside you, sending you over the edge with a loud cry of his name.

The following days were spent exploring the island together, finding food, and encountering the wild creatures.

You'd both seen more insects than you cared to count, and even had a close call with a snake.

Sunghoon had frozen in place, legs visibly shaking, though he tried his best to look brave. You fought back a smile, resisting the urge to tease him.

"Shh, don't panic," you whispered, your voice steady. "It won't attack if we don't bother it."

Sunghoon swallowed hard, nodding stiffly as you both carefully walked past, keeping your eyes locked on the snake.

It wasn't long before island life became second nature to you. You stopped bothering with shorts most days, wandering the jungle in just your underwear and a loose shirt.

Sunghoon followed you closely, his eyes glued to the sway of your hips, the curve of your thighs and the way your ass bounced with every step.

And somehow, it always ended like this—your hands gripping the rough bark of a tree, his body pressed flush against yours, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he took you from behind.

"You're really into this, huh?" You half-laughed, half-moaned, feeling the way he filled you so perfectly.

Sunghoon groaned in response, too lost in the pleasure to form words. His hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers before kneading them roughly. The sensation make you moan, making your legs tremble.

Before you could even process it, your feet were off the ground. He lifted you effortlessly, holding you in place, still thrusting deep inside you.

Your head fell back against his shoulder as he angled himself just right—hitting that spot that made you see stars. "Oh my God—"

The way he learned your body in just weeks had you unraveling faster than expected. One of his hands found your clit, fingers circling it in tight, fast motions, making your entire body shudder. Your release came hard and sudden, ripping through you.

"S-Sunghoon!" You sobbed, your walls tightening around him.

His grip on you tightened as he pushed deeper, his own pleasure following right behind yours. He groaned into your skin, biting down on your shoulder as his release spilled inside you, warm and thick. The sensation had you rolling your eyes back, utterly wrecked in his arms.

Later, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the sky bathed in orange and pink hues, the two of you stood by the shore. The gentle waves lapped at your feet, the salty breeze cooling your flushed skin.

You sat behind Sunghoon, your arms draped over his broad shoulders, chin resting atop his head as you both gazed at the endless sea.

"No way, you want a chicken as a pet?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Sunghoon faintly smiled, his hand reaching up to rest over yours. He nodded.

"I will cook it, though," you added playfully.

His head snapped toward you, brows furrowing in instant offense.

"No. Chicken pet. Not food." He pouted.

You burst into laughter at his reaction, the sight of his serious expression making it even funnier. Unable to resist, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Why do you want a chicken in the first place? It's not exactly an ideal pet in the city."

He hesitated, his lips parting slightly before he finally muttered, "Chicken is cute."

Your laughter bubbled up again as you wrapped your arms around him. "You're cute," you teased, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Sunghoon only huffed, but his ears turned pink.

Three weeks. Twenty-three days.

That's how long you had been stranded on this island.

What was supposed to be a luxurious cruise had turned into a nightmare when the shipwreck left you here, alone—until you met Sunghoon. And somehow, against all odds, he had turned this disaster into something that didn't feel entirely like a curse. If anything, meeting him felt like a blessing.

But right now, as your stomach churned violently and a wave of nausea overtook you, the island didn't feel so forgiving.

You sat by the fire, watching Sunghoon prepare food when dizziness suddenly washed over you. Your throat tightened, and your vision blurred at the edges. You swallowed thickly, willing the sensation away, but it was no use.

Sunghoon noticed immediately. His head snapped up, his sharp gaze locking onto your face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as he reached for you.

You waved him off weakly, attempting a reassuring smile. "I'm fine—"

The words barely left your lips before your stomach lurched. You barely had time to turn away before you were on your knees, retching into the sand.

Sunghoon was by your side in an instant. "Hey—hey!" His hands found your hair, holding it back as he rubbed soothing circles against your back.

You coughed, wiping at your mouth, but the nausea didn't subside. Your head felt light, your limbs weak as you slumped against his chest.

His arms encircled you immediately, holding you up as panic flickered across his face. "You sick," he murmured, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. "Sweat cold."

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm both yourself and him. "I just need to rest a little. Maybe it's just the heat."

Sunghoon wasn't convinced. His grip on you tightened, his jaw clenching as he scanned your pale face. "No. It's not normal."

Despite the warmth of your body, an unbearable chill crept through you, making you shiver uncontrollably. Sunghoon noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he wrapped every piece of salvaged clothing around you, pulling you into his arms.

His embrace was gentle, his hands rubbing soothing circles along your back. Your hot breath fanned against his neck, your weak fingers curling into his shirt as you tried to fight the cold that had settled deep into your bones. Sunghoon held you tighter, pressing his cheek against your forehead, silently praying that whatever was making you sick would pass.

But it didn't. Days passed, and Sunghoon felt he was about to go insane.

He watched helplessly as your condition worsened—you barely ate, spending most of your time curled up in the tent, too weak to move. The once-bright light in your eyes dimmed, and your skin had turned ghostly pale.

He tried everything. He brought you fresh coconut water, hoping it would help. He caught fish, even managed to cook them better so you wouldn't be disgusted by the taste. But no matter what he did, you barely managed a few bites before the nausea overwhelmed you again.

And at night, when he cradled you in his arms, whispering soft words of comfort, you barely responded. It was driving him insane.

One evening, after putting you to sleep, Sunghoon stepped out of the tent, walking toward the shore. His fists clenched, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. There was no medical kit. No medicine. No doctors.

Tears welled in his eyes, his frustration boiling over as he stared at the ocean. The only thing keeping him sane was you, and now, he was watching you waste away before his very own eyes.

He wiped at his face roughly, inhaling a shaky breath before turning back to the tent. He couldn't afford to fall apart.

"A sushi would be nice," you whispered weakly against Sunghoon's ear, your voice barely above a breath.

His arms tightened around you, he cradled you closer to his chest. He looked down at you, his heart sinking at the sight of your pale face, your lips trembling despite the warmth he tried so desperately to give you. Even now, sick and barely able to keep your eyes open, you still smiled at him.

"You're so nice, Sunghoon," you murmured, your fingers grazing his jaw. "You're so handsome, I love your smile... your personality... I love everything about you."

His throat tightened. He forced a small smile, resting his forehead against yours. "You pretty always."

Your only response was a soft sigh as you curled deeper into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut.

That night, your condition worsened.

Your shivering became violent, your body burning up. Sunghoon held you as tightly as he could without hurting you, rubbing your back, whispering reassurances.

"Shhh, it's okay... " Sunghoon whispers to your ear, hands on your back when he saw something passed through. A white circle light.

Sunghoon's breath hitched as a bright beam cut through the darkness, flashing across the tent. He blinked, his heart pounding in his chest as realization dawned.

A boat not too far away from them.

Without hesitation, he gathered you in his arms and stumbled out of the tent, feet sinking into the cool sand. His eyes locked onto the distant vessel, a boat approaching from the far side of the ocean.

"Help!" he screamed, desperation lacing his voice. “Please, help us!"

He ran closer to the shore, his breathing erratic, his arms tightening around you. The boat turned, its engine roaring as it made its way toward the island.

Relief crashed over him in waves, but it was short-lived. He looked down at you—your body limp in his arms, your face ghostly pale. His heart clenched painfully.

"Wake up," he whispered, patting your cheek gently. "Wake up, please."

But you didn't stir. Panic surged through him as the boat finally reached the shore, figures jumping onto the sand, rushing toward him.

"Help!" Sunghoon choked out, tears stinging his eyes. "Please, her... she's sick."

An older man knelt beside him, his fingers pressing against your wrist. His expression turned grave. "Her pulse is weak. We need to get her to a hospital—fast."

Strong hands reached for you, lifting you carefully from Sunghoon's arms. He stumbled forward, unwilling to let go, but someone held him back.

"What are you doing in this island?" one of the crew members asked. Sunghoon barely heard the question. His gaze remained fixed on your unconscious form as they carried you onto the boat. His fingers clenched into fists, his heart hammering against his ribs.

As the reality of the moment set in, a new kind of fear settled deep in his chest.

They were going back. Back to his old life. Going back.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw, stepping onto the boat without hesitation. His grip on your hand tightened. He stared at your pale face, the slow rise and fall of your chest the only reassurance that you were still holding on. He swallowed hard, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs.

Closing his eyes, he sent a silent prayer into the vast, open sea. Whatever happened next—whatever fate awaited him back in the real world—none of it mattered as long as you were safe.

His family could try to pull him away, society could try to dictate his future, but his body, heart, and soul had already been claimed. They belonged to you. Only you.

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