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During it’s flight from Los Angeles to South Korea, flight MU 578, a China Eastern Boeing 777, is suddenly hit with turbulence over the pacific ocean. One of the engines is struck by lightning and the plane falls from the sky like a shooting star. The plane crashes into the water and there is not a single survivor. Well, that’s what the media reported.

A female wakes up on an island, dazed and confused. She had been on the flight which took a turn for the worst and it seemed as if she was the only survivor of the crash. She begins to wander around the island, hoping to find out where she is, if there’s any civilisation that could help her, and if not, how she will survive. As she walks around the island, she discovers a body washed up to shore. Thinking it’s a dead body at first, she dears not to go near it. However, something tells her to go up to the body which turns out to be an Asian male. She checks the man’s pulse and see’s he’s still beating – but not breathing. After performing first aid on the male and tending to his wounds, he begins to regain consciousness and they’re finally able to greet each other. There is one issue, however.

He doesn’t speak a word of English.

And she doesn’t speak a word of Korean.

The pair of them must survive on the island while the world thinks they’re dead and have given up hope of trying to find them. However, how will they manage to survive when there is this massive language barrier between the pair of them?

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Kang Haneul
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Hannie or Han
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[/div] Currently unemployed
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[/div] Daegu, South Korea
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[/div] Korean
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military service.

[/div] Completed 34 months as a public service worker (Music)
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[/div] Umma is alive but Appa is died when he was ten. He's an only child
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[/div] He has his Bachelor of Arts and Music from Hanyang University
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location. the island
tags. mon
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kang haneul

“Did you know… that the odds of dying on a plane is 1 in like, 205,000? Now, compare it to the odds of drowning which is 1 in every 1,000 or so.”

“You know you’re not helping”

“Who said anything about helping?”

Kang Haneul narrowed his eyes at his friend who sat next to him on the airplane. They had just finished up a four week holiday travelling around America after finishing their military service. His friend, Woo-Seok, thought it would be relaxing for Haneul if he read him statistics to try and soothe his anxiety about flying. On their way to America, Haneul had medication which knocked him right out for the flight. There was no anxiety, no panic attacks. Just relaxing like a little baby. However, he seemed to have misplaced his medication and it wasn’t until they were just about to board the plane that Haneul noticed this. And well, if there was one thing Haneul hated in this world – apart from pickles – was heights and flying. Not to mention flying through thunderstorms – which seemed to be the main issue right now. Perfect weather conditions, right? Wrong.

And honestly, this was probably Haneul’s last memory of Woo-Seok.

Everything that happened was just… one big blur. The plane had turbulence throughout the whole flight – but this was beyond a joke. All the sudden, the plane began to shake viciously. And then there was a large sudden drop. People around him let out a yelp of fright, clutching to their seats. Haneul could feel the blood rushing to his ears and his heart pumping in his chest. With wide, shocked eyes, he looked over at his best friend who was still attempting to calm his anxiety. “It’s just a little bit of turbulence. It’ll be over soon” Woo-Seok informed him

And that was the last words he ever heard his dear friend say.

He didn’t have much memory of what happened next. Everything just went dark and cold. And there was a pressure building up in his chest. It was like he had swallowed lava as his lungs began to burn. No matter how much he screamed for help, nothing and no one was helping him. Darkness was consuming him, and he was struggling to find his way back to the light. His heart remained beating, but his lungs quickly filled with water and left him unable to continue breathing for air. He could hear the waves in the background and feel the push and drag of the waves as it washed up against his body.

The twenty-seven-year-old had thankfully survived the plane crash. However, his body laid silently on the shores of this unknown deserted island. His body was drenched as his clothes and hair stuck firmly to his skin. Haneul could feel his breaths becoming sharper as the pressure on his chest continued to build. Was this what it was like to die? Was he finally going to pass over to the next life? Dark eyes fluttered half-open to take in the view. The waves looked so beautiful as they danced along the shoreline. The sand beneath him felt as soft as a pillow. And the bright sun felt warm on his skin. Well, if it was his time to go, at least he felt relaxed. Peaceful. His eyes began to flicker as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, unable to find the strength to keep them open anymore.

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[mon]

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confused, dizzy.
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island.
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genevieve alvern

It was concerning.

The vision she saw, that is. After having dozed off during her flight to Cambodia (a rare occasion really given her constant need to flutter about, filling her time with an incessant amount of tasks, granted only due to her motion sickness in vehicles and planes), Genevieve had awoke with a start. Despite the picturesque scene of crashing blue waves and warm sandy dunes burned into her mind, a feeling of dread and apprehension settled in the pits of her stomach. It was a strange and ominous feeling, almost like one at the cusp of a deja vu.

While any ordinary person would've dismissed the dream as a passing thought, perhaps assuming it was nothing but a way for the brain to connect the memory of a beach postcard in those airport tourist shops to the hippocampus, Genevieve felt it was too important, too clear of a "memory", to be easily disregarded. She was almost certain from past experiences, that this was a vision. But what about it, she had yet to find out. Perhaps that beach was a place God wanted her to be in Cambodia?

It was puzzling however, given how her destination, the assigned place of ministry, was no where near a beach. She could remember seeing someone on that beach, though their figure was fuzzy. Someone tall and broad with dark hair... someone God wanted her to talk to, she supposed. When in uncertainty, the only thing she could do was pray for a revelation.

But just as her hands clasped together, her fingers intertwined, the seat belts in the plane began to strain in the sudden and violent turbulence. That feeling of apprehension spiked into uncharacteristic panic as Genevieve gripped her seats, looking wide-eyed all around. In a whirlwind of confusion, fear and chaos, one voice rang loud in her mind, a thought that was not her own: Brace yourself.

But no amount of bracing would've prepared Genevieve for what was to come.

---

When Genevieve came to, the high pitched decibel remained a constant in her ear as she staggered with impressive stamina and strength to her feet. Though off-balanced and awfully nauseated, it was nothing compared to what the other passengers were graced to experience (pain, pain, pain until it was met by a cold, watery grave). In all definitions, she was a miracle survivor, albeit the fact had not fully set in yet. In fact, she was barely comprehending the certitude that she had just lived through a plane crash.

By the grace of God, she was still alive. Her lungs were still heaving for air, her limbs were all in tact. Minus the ringing in her ears and her blurred vision, the sticky wetness which trickled down her face, caking sand against her skin in patches of red, black and brown, Genevieve was relatively alright.

As her eyes adjusted to the sight around her, she saw once again, with sickening remembrance: the crashing blue waves, the warm sandy dunes. As she turned in direction, her wobbly legs moving with strange urgency and expectation---with a foresight which she could not claim as her own---her vision was made a reality.

She stood before him; the blurry outline made clear with sharp lines and edges, crinkled sleeves and soft lips. Her shadow cast over him as she looked down at him with searching eyes, as though this stranger held the answers to the questions she's been asking. Kneeling down on the sand, her hand grazed over his cheek in a light tap, though by right, Genevieve really ought to have checked if he was still breathing or alive.

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mood. lets hope god teaches angels cpr in heaven
location. the island
tags. mon
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kang haneul

He wasn’t aware of the time. Nor the place. Nor what day it was. The only thing he could focus on right now was the feeling of his heart in his chest and how with each breath, it stung just a little bit more. His ribcage felt like it was cracking as he heard each thump. There was a gushing flowing to his ear drums and he could feel his eyelids twitch as they fluttered. Was this it? Was this how he was going to go? Woo-Seok said that the odds of dying on a plane was one in every 205,000 compared to the odds of drowning which was one in every 1,000. Funny enough how the plane went down but it was the water that was getting him. Well, that’s what Hanuel thought at least. He could feel a pressure on his chest and he felt like his body was screaming that he needed to get the water out of his system. That even though he was lying on shore and the ocean waves briefly kissed his legs, it was the water that was drowning him.

The boy could remember this from his training in the military. They talked about this secondary drowning and dry drowning. Where you could be out of the water for hours and still drown due to the build up of water on the lungs. He could feel the pressure continue to get worse with each passing breath. No doubt the water had something to do with it. His body jerked slightly as he involuntarily coughed, feeling something bubbling and gargling in the back of his throat. Another cough came, as if his body was trying to reject something from his throat – but nothing was coming out.

It was at that moment that he felt something press against his cheek. A sense of calmness and peace blanketed his body at the touch. He just had to see what it was that was bringing such comfort when his body ached with each passing second and breath. So, with all the energy he could source from his body, Hanuel slowly forced his dark eyes to open. Is that an angel? His first thought was. What ever or who ever it was before him, they were blurry. He could only see their outline. But he saw the firey red hair as the sun shone from behind her head. There was just something so… tranquil about her. And for the moment when his eyes opened, not only did he feel that peace, but his body didn’t hurt anymore. His chest wasn’t aching and he didn’t feel the urge to cough either. Had she been sent from heaven to heal and protect him?

“Gomaweoyo…” he exhaled, speaking so lightly and breathlessly, thanking this angel in Korean. In fact, he had even used casual form of speech, feeling like he was so connected to this person before him. He was thankful the pain was gone and that this angel had been sent from God to take that pain away. That she had given him the strength to even exhale that breath to speak. Because little did Hanuel know… It was his final breath. And those were his final words. Because as soon as those words fell from his lips, his eyes began to twitch and come to a fluttering close. His heart which had been attempting to break it’s jail cage inside his chest came to a complete and utter stand still. And the breath in which God had placed into his lungs as a child had been robbed from his body.

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[mon]

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genevieve alvern

Upon closer inspection, this young man seemed in no better state than she was. Her lips curled into a small, relieved smile when he stirred though the words he uttered were completely foreign to her. Before she could even respond, the young man slumped into a deeper slumber which had the warning sirens going off in Genevieve's brain. Maybe it was due to the impact lag, but panic had finally struck the young redhead as she flustered about both verbally and physically on what to do.

Experience in the missions field had her going through with the usual procedures: checking his pulse, his breathing (and panic upon finding both had stopped), Genevieve made the executive decision to perform cpr. Naturally, in such a life and death situation, she did not worry or fret over small meaningless details, like losing her first kiss or that sort. This was far more important. This was saving another person's life!

Though Genevieve had received ample training in first aid, this was in fact the first time she had given cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Praying desperately in her heart and mind as her body moved in sync from what she remembered in her training, Genevieve could only pray that God did not take this young man's life away. It just wouldn't make sense to her if He did and she held on to the hope that he would soon wake.

"Please," she choked out a whisper as her palms pressed down on his chest, "Dear God, please save him." There was a strange, heartfelt desperation in her words, one which Genevieve had yet to identify.

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kang haneul

There was just… nothing.

Just him, alone, in this peaceful bubble. Darkness surrounded him but he wasn’t scared. In fact… it was the most peaceful he had ever felt in his whole life. He felt content and he knew that everything was okay. He felt like there was no weight, no pressure on his body anymore, and that there was no gravity pulling him back to Earth. He was just… floating. Floating in this bubble. In this darkness. In this peace. Even the voice in his mind was peaceful and silent. There was no anxiety running through his body. He never wanted to leave this place. A place where there was no pain and no hurting. Where he could relax like this for the rest of his days. However, as he lifted his gaze forward, something began to shine through the darkness. As the light grew bigger and bigger, he could feel the pain starting to come back to his chest. He could feel his throat starting to ache. He could feel gravity taking it’s toll again and pulling him down. No… he didn’t want to leave. He was too happy here.

With each compression to his chest, water began to pour from his mouth. Like a hand-powered water pump, the angel’s pushing created a suction in his body and allowed the water that was built up inside of him begin to flow past his lips. With each compression, he began to draw further and further away from that peaceful bubble. And then, finally, it was as if he had been ripped out of the darkness altogether. Hanuel began to violently cough as he attempted to draw in a sweet breath of air, only to find that his air ways had been blocked by the water that was filling up his body.

His mind screamed at him, telling him to roll over to get that water out of him. So, with all the strength he felt like he had left in his body, he slowly turned to his side and allowed that water to just come out. His body violently shook as he continued to cough; the water flowing out, entwined with mucus and what ever contents of food he had been eating prior to the crash. As it fell from his mouth, he was finally able to give his first breath since meeting his angel. But with each breath, it felt like his body was on fire. The burning sensation ran through his veins and he felt the pain radiate through his body.

Hanuel continued to gasp for air, as if it was going to be stolen away from him again and he wanted to make sure his body had more than enough to survive. His dark eyes remained closed, almost too scared to open them to see where he was. A part of him was praying that he was still in that bubble. But from the feeling of the wet sand underneath him, and the heat radiating of a nearby person, he knew that it wouldn’t be the case. “Where’s Woo-Seok?” he managed gasped out in his native tongue to whoever owned that heat, but not before he felt the urge to cough once again. As he did so, more water continued to trickle from his mouth.

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uh oh what language is that
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island.
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genevieve alvern

"Oh, thank God." Genevieve thought with such crashing relief that she sat back on her haunches in an ungraceful plop. Seeing the stranger hack up water was a good sign, though admittedly not the prettiest. Fortunately, the redhead could care less about appearances in such a moment, moving back to ease the man's coughing with some comforting pats to the back.

"There, there. Deep breaths. Take deep breaths," Genevieve said in a heavy English accent, doing whatever she could to help him through this. She would've offered him fresh water if she had any but seeing how there was none (despite the sea of water surrounding the island, the same water which nearly killed this man, roared loudly in waves in an almost mocking jeer) she resorted to soothing back rubs and eventually, pulled the purple beanie which was surprisingly still on her head, off to wipe at the man's face.

The gibberish which fell from the man's lips had Genevieve looking in confusion and curiosity. "Pardon?" she asked, not yet sure if what she heard was a mumbled mess of English words or something in his native tongue. She prayed and hoped that it was the former.

"Are you hurting somewhere?" she asked, this time in concern.

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mood. have you seen my hyung?.
location. the island
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kang haneul

The foreign language hit his ears, causing Hanuel to furrow his brows. Okay, he knew it was English. I mean, he was just on his way back from spending two and a half weeks in America on holidays. He had been able to pick up certain words in English like ‘can I have one, please?’, ‘Hello’ and ‘Thank you’. You know, the basic tourist phrases that you really should know to survive whilst abroad. So, he knew that whoever was next to him – whoever had been providing him with comforting pats on the back and wiped his face dry with some cloth – was speaking English. Just… he had no clue to what she was saying. Nothing of it sounded like the words and phrases he had taught himself whilst with Woo-Seok.

Man, where was Woo-Seok when he needed him? The older male had been the translator for their small group. He studied in Australia for three years before doing his mandatory military time, which meant he was the best speaking and reading English out of all of them. His mind began to race, trying to think of the possible places his friend might’ve been. Well, let’s go back to the beginning, shall we? They had been on the aeroplane… Woo-Seok was trying to comfort him because he was horrible at flying…. And then… The plane began to shake like crazy. And it felt like… they were dropping from the sky. It was at that exact memory which brought the dread feeling in the pit of his stomach to arise, that Hanuel’s dark eyes snapped open.

Sand. There was lots of sand. And it was wet too. Maybe he did die? Maybe this was his type of heaven? He had always said he loved going to Busan’s famous beaches for holidays. But… this wasn’t Busan, was it? Slowly, he allowed his eyes to travel up to where he had heard the foreign voice before to see… the angel? No… It wasn’t the angel… Right? I mean… same red hair… Same… calming effect. His lower lip quivered slightly as he could feel his emotions starting to overwhelm him, causing his eyes to sting as they began to water. “Did I die…?” he asked the female in his native language, his voice soft and scared.

No… no… no. If he died then… then his body wouldn’t feel this way, right? The pain radiated through his body like fire. He could feel it pulsate through his veins and he almost felt like his head was going to explode. And, from what he had heard from Sunday school when he was a child, there is no pain in Heaven. So… was he in Hell?! Man, that was a load of crap. He was a good guy! He would never hurt a fly! I mean, sure, he drank sometimes. Maybe swore too. But that was the extent of it. He was still a virgin for Pete sake! No… No, he must still be alive. So, if he was alive that meant…

“Where’s Woo-Seok?” he asked the female again. Oh yeah, right, she probably had no idea who Woo-Seok was. Slowly, he began to manoeuvre himself as he attempted to bring his body into an upright position. I mean, it took a great deal of time and grunts, but he managed to sit upright. He also managed to cough up more water as he sat up, bringing his legs up and resting his elbows on his knees. Hanuel gazed down at his lap, continuing to cough and spit the phlegm onto the sand before him. Finally, once he managed to get his barrings again, he thought he’d attempt to ask her once more. “Where’s my Hyung? Where’s Woo-Seok?” he said in a sad tone, worried about his friend’s safety as he slowly lifted his head and gazed at the angel next to him.

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disheartened
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island.
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genevieve alvern

To say that Genevieve worried for him was an understatement. She was worried of course, but it was an all-rounded kind of anxiety due to the overload of stimuli her brain received. In some way, her brain was still trying to process through the shock of things and this boy was the anchor to keep her mind from having a mental meltdown. With her focus on somewhere, she was quick to aid him when he sat up.

"Take it easy! Don't force yourself..." Genevieve said, rubbing circles at his back to comfort him. Though he was likely her age or older, she treated him like she would a grade schooler with an upset stomach. His question broke her heart.

The fearful apprehension, the sorrow deep within. Though she knew nothing of what he said, she could only assume he was asking about the crash, the reality of things. Not knowing how to answer, Genevieve could only shake her head, her expression falling in sympathy.

What actually happened? Where were the others? Did the plane... she could barely process through it as her own face paled. The effects of the adrenaline was starting to fade away. Her split forehead was beginning to throb, alongside other places where she had bruised from the... fall.

"I don't understand what you're saying. I'm sorry," Genevieve said very softly, patting the boy on his shoulder.

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location. the island
tags. mon
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kang haneul

He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying. But from the tone of her voice, the sadness in her features and the pat on his shoulder, he… he understood. She had no idea, didn’t she? Hanuel was still trying to catch his breath and focus his vision as he stared at the red-haired angel next to him. What was he meant to do now? Were they stuck here or something? Were there more people? Had she looked around to see if they were on an island or if there was a highway nearby or something? A frown slowly formed onto his face as he continued to ask himself these questions. However, there was something that caught his eye.

“Oh!” his eyes widened, and he lifted up his hand, pointing to her head. Finally, his eyes had focused, and he was beginning to feel human once again. “Your head is bleeding!” he said in an alarmed tone. He pointed to his own forehead, before pointing to hers once more “Blood! You’ve hurt your head!” Ah man. This girl didn’t seem to know anything about Korean and he was struggling to remember English words at this moment. “Uh…” he began again, before making the brave move to try and verbalise the English words which Woo-Seok had taught him while they had been travelling. “You uh… sauce?” He pointed to his own forehead once again “Uh… no… uh… your uh… body… juice?”

He knew he should’ve paid more attention to the English classes in high school.

Hanuel’s dark eyes flickered to the girl’s hand to see the beanie which she had used to wipe his face. Wait! That was perfect! Without a moment of hesitation, Hanuel’s military training kicked into action. They had been trained for moments like these in his first aid courses. Of course, it had always been hypothetical situations; if you were stranded and didn’t have any first aid equipment. Who knew these hypothetical situations and training would actually come into good use? And for a man who was practically dead a few minutes before, he was quick to bring his hands up to the buttons of his shirt and began to undress his shirt.

The cold sea breeze hit against his bare, wet torso as he peeled the shirt off of him, causing goosebumps to form upon his skin. Despite how cold he was, he knew that it was the right thing to do at this current moment of time. After all, she had saved his life. He needed to return the favour. Without a word, he began to fold his shirt in his lap to make a long bandage. He then took hold of the beanie, taking it from her grasps, and placing it against her forehead. “Can you hold this, please?” he asked her politely before realising that she probably had no idea what he was saying. You idiot, Hanuel! Shaking his head in disbelief over how stupid he had been, he took hold of the girl’s wrist and redirected her hand to hold onto the beanie that he planted on her forehead.

Finally, he took hold of his shirt and wrapped it around her head, using it as a sling to wrap around and hold the beanie in place. Ah, if only his military Hyungs could see him now. They would be proud of him. Especially after all the times he screwed up during their first aid classes. Satisfied with his work, pushing the loose ends of the shirt to tuck it in, he released a sigh of relief. His heart was racing in his chest and he felt out of breath again. Alright, maybe he needed to start taking things slow. After all, he had literally just been ripped from the grasps of death. His eyes travelled from his first aid job to meet the girl’s own eyes. And for the first real-time, he was actually looking at her.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked in Korean, exhaling deeply with a sigh.

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oh no oh no he's naked oh dear heavens
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island.
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genevieve alvern

Sauce...? Juice? Was he craving liquid foods? Unfortunately for the handsome and now less confused korean male, Genevieve had nothing to help with that, though upon his frantic gesturing at her forehead, something clicked (although admittedly, laggingly.) She gave him a wry smile. With her initial worry about having a corpse wash up on the beach with her gone, the freckled redhead was finally becoming more aware of the dull pounding ache in her head which seemed to grow in an aggravating, burning sensation by the minute.

"I should really take care of that," Genevieve thought to herself as she checked herself for anything. Before she could do anything else however, the rustling of fabric caught her attention and a second later, the redhead found herself with an expanse of very smooth, very toned and a very naked upper torso. Freezing in place, the dull ache completely forgotten in that moment as she stared like a deer caught in headlights, Genevieve's cheeks exploded with color. 0.2 seconds later, she yelped something in a throng of rapid french and scrambled backwards on her butt.

"What are you doing?" she asked in flustered confusion. Despite her place of upbringing, Genevieve was raised in a rather conservative background where not even her father could be caught half naked in the dead heat of summer lest they were out in a pool area or location where that proved necessary. Aside from her dad and a few missionary cases involving children, she could not recall the last time she saw a male near her age topless. It did not help that he had technically taken (or well she had given) her first kiss through cpr... In a life or death situation, that should be the last thing on Genevieve's mind.

But right now, it wasn't.

Of course, the Asian male would have no clue of what she was saying. Instead of an answer, he replied in a series of more vowels which sounded like a confusing command. "Uh--?" Her brows furrowed together as he guided her wrist to her forehead and it was then she realized what he was trying to do. Sitting there, embarrassed and speechless, Genevieve allowed the young man to create an almost, turban-like cast upon her head.

His breathy question was lost upon her.

As eloquent as a goldfish, Genevieve replied, "Huh?" She blinked a few times and tested the makeshift sling with a tilt of her head. Seeing how it didn't seem to be coming off anytime soon, she pushed herself onto her feet and stumbled forward a step as the pain caused her to lose temporary balance. With a quiet groan, she forced a smile.

"Thank you," she said to the male, though she struggled to remain eye contact with him. "For this," she pointed at her head and then at herself. "Genevieve."

"My name is Genevieve," she said clearly in introduction. As her gaze shifted to the island before them, the wind whipping through their hair, forming those little goosebumps on the male's exposed skin, she said gravely, "Looks like we've landed on an abandoned island."

In the corners of her peripheral, the redhead saw the stranger shudder from the chill. Without another moment to spare, Genevieve shrugged off the jacket she fortunately had on and handed it over for the male to take. "Please," she encouraged, "I don't want you to fall sick." Even though the jacket was a woman's size purple denim, it must beat wearing nothing...

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