Island Roommates // Yutae Fan Fic

Chapter Six

"Don't think about it." I whispered to myself. Don't think about how cold she feels. Or how stiff. Or how much I had hated that she made Yuta laugh before...

There! Just inside the bottom of her uniform blazer. I quickly dug my hand inside her pocket and pulled it out. I tapped the button on the side and prayed to every god known to man that she didn't have a code to unlock it. It turned on and I almost cried. No code. I swiped up and blinked in surprise. Yuta was staring back at me. I remembered this picture. We had just come out of practice and Yuta had pounced straight for his phone. Jaehyun had laughed and took a picture so we could show him later how obsessed he was with the new game he had downloaded. He had posted it on the groups Twitter page and Yuta had fumed for a few minutes about taking pictures of him when he was still ugly and sweaty, but I had thought he was beautiful. The rest of the world had too. I shook my head and fiddled with the apps until I found the torch and turned it on. Bright artificial light filled the room and I laughed with joy. Maybe I was going crazy, but I didn't care. We had light! At least until the battery ran out. It was only on 45%. As I had predicted, the no service logo blinked at the corner of the screen. Maybe it would work on the beach.

With the new light I went back to flipping open cabinets around the room, spending a while this time on each one. I found a stack of toilet paper and chuckled. Another thing Yuta would be happy about. Now that I wasn't so rushed, a thought occurred to me as I was wrapping the sheets around a stash of granola bars; dried fruit; an unbroken bottle of brandy; and a few tools I had found along with a first aid kit that I had added to my loot. There were only 3 bodies on the plane. Where the hell was my manager?

Yuta:

I fiddled with the zip of my bag as I waited for Taeyong to come back. He had been gone for ages now. Every few minutes I stood up, worrying that he had fallen again and needed help, but each time I made myself sit down again. He was fine. He was just busy. When he shouldn't even be busy. I swore to myself that this was the last thing I would let him do by himself. What if he strained his arm so badly that he could never use it again? I stood up and talked myself into sitting down again. If he needed help, he would shout. Unless he couldn't because he was unconscious. Freaking hell, what was I doing just sitting here? I was halfway to the treeline when I heard him grunting and cursing to himself as he dragged something with him. Relief washed over me in a wave so powerful I almost felt like passing out. I ran over and grabbed the bundle from him before he could protest. It was surprisingly heavy. He must have found some good stuff.

"Did you..." I coughed to clear my throat. "Did you find anything? To get us help?" I asked.

"Yeah, hold on." He huffed and limped his way to the mattress. He slumped over the bed, holding a hand up to his chest.

"Are you ok?" His face was red and he was sweating heavily.

"Yeah." Came his short answer. He was still gulping air like a fish. "Fine. Asthma." He said.

"Oh yeah...I forgot about that." I tugged the heavy sheet towards the bed and frowned when I saw it was actually his sling.

"Yah! Do you know how difficult it was to fold this damn thing?" I poked his leg and he raised his good hand to flip me off. I puffed out a breath to avoid laughing.

"Needed. Bag." He explained. His breaths were getting deeper and steadier each second. His eyes were closed and I spent a few unguarded seconds examining his face. He looked a little red, and sweaty, but other than that he looked much better than he did when we had first woken up here. The bruises around his eyes and cheeks were turning yellow and I knew his eye was clearing up, but it was still red. He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed as he lifted himself up to sit. He winced and gripped his arm tightly.

"Seriously. Don't use your arm anymore." I scolded him as I reached behind me for another sheet. "Tell me how to fold this shit again."

"I thought origami...was Japanese." He joked as he coughed.

"Ha Ha. Just show me." I grumbled at him. He smiled as he showed me how to fold the sling again, and I paid extra attention this time. If I knew Taeyong, he would be stupid again at some point and I would need to know how to do this again. When I was done, I moved to tie it on him but he stopped me.

"I want a dip in the water first. I'm sweating like crazy." He reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out something I thought I'd never see again anytime soon. He tossed the phone at me.

"I found this. It's still working so maybe while I'm washing up you can take a walk around. See if it gets a signal." I held the phone like a baby in my hands. It was just as precious to me right now.

"Where was it?" I asked. He didn't answer and when I looked back at him I saw why. He was struggling with pulling his shirt off, his face caught in a tight grimace and the knuckles of his left hand were white. Oh right. It hadn't been so hard for him to pull it off yesterday, but today's fall must have made it worse again.

"Let me help." I got up and went behind him to pull the shirt up completely over his right arm. I tugged it over his head and slid the material as gently as I could over the left arm. I swallowed past a lump in my throat at the sight of his swollen shoulder and the bruises surrounding it. There was a new one near his hip and a few new scratches on his arms. I really should have stayed to help him.

"Thanks." He whispered. "And I found the phone in the air hostess' pocket." He replied to my earlier question. Then he turned back around and started taking off his pants. When he bent to pull them off I almost choked. I coughed lightly and set off down the beach.

"I'll go look for a signal." I yelled back at him.

"Good luck." He answered. This time I think he actually meant it.