"Get your lazy ass out of bed! I won't tell you again!"

"Go away Yeosang, I told you I'm not going." San grumbled from under his large, fluffy blue comforter. He had no intention of leaving his bedroom for as long as he could, unless he needed food or to go to the bathroom.

Suddenly his door burst open and slammed against the wall. "Choi San, just because you were fired does not mean you get to sulk around our apartment all summer! I will not let you hide away from the world when we have so many adventures to be had."

"Fuck adventure. I just want to wallow in self pity."

"Not. Happening." Yeosang grabbed the comforter and yanked on it with all his strength.

San whimpered and curled into a tighter ball in an attempt to fend off the cold air that kissed his skin, but it was no use. Especially when Yeosang leaned on his bed and started pushing into it to make San bounce in place.

"Fuck, alright!" San snapped, slapping the mattress and sitting up. "Just stop already!"

Yeosang smirked at him. "I already packed your suitcase. The only change of clothes left in your closet is the one for you to wear today. Go shower, you stink." With that final statement, Yeosang left the room.

San groaned and fell back on his bed, his arms spread wide on either side of him, and prayed for something to end his misery. He was nothing. He had no real purpose in life. Hell, he was fired from a job that was as simple as sorting supplies because he missed a box and it was sent to the wrong company. Sure, that wasn't the first time he had done it... but he had always tried his hardest to do a good job.

This was his life though. Ever since moving to the city with Yeosang to study dance at university, San had felt like his life was out of his control. He came here for Yeosang. And though he loved dancing, he didn't have the same kind of passion for it.

And that thought process was ridiculous because San was unnaturally gifted, to the point that his fellow classmates grew angry with him when he didn't put the same amount of effort in that they did.

So he dropped out and had been working random jobs ever since.

After letting out one more big sigh, San ran a hand through his messing blonde hair and cringed. The slightly greasy feeling told him it really had been a few days since he last showered.

What was so wrong with wanting to be a hermit? Then he would mess anything up anymore...

But Yeosang would never let him get away with it. The older had been taking care of him since they were kids and San had moved in with him after his parents died in a car accident.

San was too young at the time to remember them, but the Kang's had been very close with his parents, and with no other family, they decided to adopt him.

He and Yeosang had been inseparable ever since.

When he was finished, San had to admit that the shower did feel good. He stood in his room, towel drying his hair, wondering what sort of adventures Yeosang was talking about.

After dressing and giving himself a mental pep talk, San went and met Yeosang by the front door of their apartment. His friend was looking at something on his phone while leaning against the wall. Two large suitcases were sitting next to him.

"Where are we going?" San asked, trying to sound excited.

"You'll see. It's road trip time though!" Yeosang beamed and grabbed his suitcase.

"Seriously?" San arched an eyebrow. "You're not going to tell me anything?"

"Nope." Yeosang let the 'p' pop while he opened the door. "You'll just come up with an excuse to stay, even though I wouldn't let that slide. Come on San, I don't want to do this alone and I want to be able to enjoy my summer vacation. There's a group of us going if that makes you feel better."

"Not really..." The younger grumbled, but one begging look from his friend had him picking up his suitcase and following Yeosang out the door.

They stowed everything in the back of Yeosang's old Jeep and started to pull away from their apartment building. "Bye house! We'll see you in three months!" Yeosang waved out the window with a wide smile on his face.

"Three months!" San shrieked. He turned to open the car door, wanting to jump out and go back, but Yeosang just locked it and slapped his knee.

"Yes, the whole summer. I'm not going to let you waste this time Choi San. Some classmates and I have rented a beach house for the summer and we have a lot of different things planned. I think you're really going to like some of it." Yeosang flashed a kind, but knowing smile.

San pursed his lips and glared out the window. He wouldn't admit it yet, but it did actually sound like a lot of fun. There was something about the water that made him feel at ease. If he wasn't in the dance studio Yeosang always knew to look for him at the pool on campus.

Maybe that was pert of his problem.

San hadn't gone swimming since dropping out of school.

When it became obvious that San wasn't going to indulge him in an answer, Yeosang started talking about the other students they were going with.

He had made a few friends in the new dance class he was taking and they were who organized this. Someone by the name of Hwanwoong and Youngjo. Apparently they were inviting a bunch of their friends too and they had rented two beach houses right next to each other.

It was nice seeing his friend so excited. It mad San feel a little guilty for not taking as good of care of Yeosang as he should have been.

The drive to the ocean was almost twelve hours, so while San was upset that he wasn't given the choice as to whether or not he wanted to be stuck in a car for that long, he eventually gave in and let himself relax.

Whenever the conversation died, they would blast some music and sing at the top of their lungs. Every time they took a break they would switch who was driving, but by the time they finally pulled up to the house San was tired and grumpy.

"Be nice." Yeosang warned as they walked up the front steps carrying their suitcases.

"Tell that to me again after I get some food in my stomach." San grumbled. And yet he forced a smile on his face when he was greeted by four other guys all sitting in the living room.

"Yeosang! You made it!" One hopped up and ran over to help with the bags.

"Thanks Chan, sorry it took us so long. Someone took some persuasion to get out of bed."

Chan laughed and turned to San. "I've heard a lot about you, San, I'm glad you came. I think this is going to be a fun summer!"

"Yeah." San managed. "Um, where's our room?"

"Right! Let me show you which one is left." Chan laughed and turned around. "Oi, Felix! Give us a hand will you?"

Another boy jumped up and the four of them went down a side hall.

San was mildly disappointed in the fact that he had to share a room with Yeosang, but at least he wasn't being forced to share it with someone he didn't know.

Once they were settled, he and Yeosang migrated to the kitchen where there was a large pan of fried rice waiting for them.

The two other boys were Hwanwoong and Youngjo, and in the house next door were more of their friends.

When he was finished, San drifted out onto the back porch and leaned against the banister. The sound of the waves crashing gently against the beach and instantly helped him relax.

It was one of his favorite sounds.

The cool, salty breeze kissed his face and played with his feathery blonde hair. It called to him.

The faintest of smiles caused the corner of his mouth to tilt every so slightly.

"Feeling better?" Yeosang asked, coming to stand next to him.

"I will once you're arrested for kidnapping." San looked at him and pursed his lips.

The older snorted. "Right. And that will happen as soon you're locked in the psych ward."

"Fair point." San stood there in silence for several minutes just staring at the ocean. "Thanks. For this. I'll try not to spoil it too much."

"Knowing you, you will." Yeosang moved a little closer so their shoulders were touching. "But you're welcome."

San glanced at his friend out of the corner of his eye. Yeosang had always understood him and never pushed him to do or say anything. He understood San probably more than San understood himself.

He was a lost soul, drifting along like a piece of plywood in the middle of the ocean. Forever searching for someplace to wash ashore and finally be at peace.

"Come on, let's get some rest. We've got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow." Yeosang placed a gentle hand on San's shoulder.

And he wasn't wrong.

Along with his four roommates, he suddenly found himself on a large boat with six other people that he couldn't remember the names of. Yeosang had been sure to introduce them, but San was horrible when it came to names and he was having a hard enough time staying sane with all the commotion.

From what he could gather, Yeosang's only classmates were Chan and Youngjo. Everyone else here was a friend of theirs, although they were all in the music department together.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen! We are heading out to deeper waters now, in just a little bit we may just come across some whales!" The ships captain said over the speakers.

Several excited cheers came from the other passengers and everyone started flocking toward the railing. Thankfully San and the group he was with was already there, but he was forced against the metal rail and it dug into his stomach a little.

"O-Oh, sorry." Yeosang stuttered next to him.

San turned to him and was about to say it wasn't his fault when he noticed that Yeosang wasn't looking at him and his cheeks here tinted pink.

"It's ok." A gentle voice said from his other side.

Leaning forward, San noticed that there was one of the boys from the other beach house on Yeosang's other side. He couldn't for the life of him ember the boy's name, but he seemed sweet with his round face, slightly pouty lips, and round brown eyes. His black hair fell across his forehead, which he ruffled while shifting nervously in place.

Well, hopefully one of them would have fun on this trip.

San made a mental note to watch the two of them closely.

Whale watching ended up being a bust, however. They spent a couple of hours out at sea with no sightings. The captain would talk about all the facts he had and apologized for the failed trip. He said all of them would receive a voucher for one more free trip and then made some joke about not being able to control the whales.

All of it just made San feel like it had been a waste of time. He would much rather be laying on the beach then cramped against the railing of a ship.

He was just about to ask the person behind him to let him get through when the ship lurched.

Several people gasped in surprise and started to look around.

"What was that?" Yeosang asked, trying to stand up on his toes.

The ship jolted and a loud groaning came from beneath their feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain again. I regret to inform you that the ship has run aground after one of our engines failed. I ask that you please remain calm and take a life vest from one of the members of the crew. We have already notified the coast guard and they will be here soon."

"San..." Yeosang turned to him and gripped his arm.

"It's ok Sangie. We're going to be ok." San said, even though he could feel his heart racing.

The groaning continued below them and once more the ship rolled to the side.

"We're sinking! We're sinking!!"

At those words, panic erupted.

People started screaming and scrambling for a way off the ship.

In the commotion, Yeosang was pulled in a different direction. "San!" He yelled craning his neck to look back at his friend.

"Just go!" San shouted. He tried to move forward himself, but was held in place by something.

He looked down and noticed his shirt was caught on a piece of metal that was sticking out of the railing. San tugged at it several times, but he kept getting jostled around in the commotion.

He was stuck.

Adding to the panic, the smell of burning gasoline filled the air.

The engine room had caught of fire.

All the passengers were running in the opposite direction or just jumping off the ship to get away.

And San was still stuck.

His hands shook violently in his panic.

He yelped when the ship tilted violently.

Then it suddenly rolled in the other direction and the quick movement sent San tumbling over the side.

Cold water enveloped him. He flailed his arms trying to make his way back to the surface.

Something on the ship exploded right as he broke the surface.

Debris flew every where.

"Help!" San shouted.

All he could see in front of him was a tower of flames. They crackled and hissed, roaring to life and feeding off the flammable liquid leaking inside the hull of the ship.

"Help!" San spun in a circle, trying to find someone. Anyone.

But all he could see was flames.

Slowly, he tried to find a way out, but another explosion happened. It send something flying straight at the back of his head.

The forced pushed him below the surface of the water again and he brought his hand up to hold the back of his head.

Even in the water it came away red.

San's vision started to blur to the point where he could make out colors. It caused him to lose his sense of direction.

He couldn't tell where the surface was.

A scream escaped him as he started to panic, muffled by the water holding him prisoner.

He was sinking.

He was going to die...

Another distance, muffled boom sent a shockwave through the water, jostling him slightly.

San made one more attempt to try and swim in any direction. One last effort to save his life.

He was sinking.

This was it...

This was how he died.