You wiped your hands with a wet cloth Yoongi had provided you with. Alice was flat on the ground, taking deep breaths. Minseok and Kita were pulling out luggage that they could scavenge from the cargo boot. Unfortunately not everyone's suitcases had been found. Including yours.

The sun was scalding now, the time being 1:23pm.

"Just my luck," you huffed, throwing the cloth down on to the grass in a childish tantrum. Alice smiled at you and hugged you from behind after lifting her body off of the ground, "well, we did just survive the craziest plane landing probably ever. You can just share my clothes." You leaned back into her back hug. "You're the best." "I know."

"Enough with the love fest," Yoongi looked away, frankly disgusted and patted his suitcase, "I have mine which is all that matters."

Gosh there are times I want to just throw you away.

It had been an hour since the pilot had landed the plane. You looked around once more to take in the breathtaking sight. To the right of you, where the hotel walls no longer towered, there was endless beach and calm, jade-coloured sea. Palm trees neatly lined the gravel path and meticulously gardened flower patches dotted around for a spring of colour; violets and magentas. Your favourite colours actually.

You had learned of his name and it was Yuta. A Japanese exchange student. That's right, a student. However he was 22 years old and had reassured everyone he was very qualified. It was safe to say not all persons who had flown today were convinced of such a high statement.

"To be fair," Minho spoke, stood in the middle of the circle, "the weather was rather strange." You nodded, "I couldn't see anything as the clouds were really dense."

"Hmm, but clouds ripping a plane apart?" Zico raised a brow, bringing about a silence over the group.

"All that matters is that we're safe," Mr Stevens made his presence known. He had finally managed to pulled his luggage out from under a wheel- all due with much heart ache as half the case had been crushed and most the clothes unattainable. He was an optimistic fellow nevertheless and put on a brave face for his students.

"But my clothes!" Georgia wailed, head in her hands. "The less clothes the better aye," Kita whispered and nudged Minseok who guffawed loudly in response.

"Gross," Alice grimaced away, "literal horny cavemen." You weren't so amused yourself either. Although, you expected nothing less from those two- it was about choosing whether to ignore it or to play on it.

"My fucking plane! I- I- Oh my God- save me! I'm a dead man. My dad's actually gonna fucking kill me this time..."

"Language please," Mr Stevens warned with the least amount of authority any person could have, only earning a murderous glare from Yuta.

"Don't start with me old man," and he paced back around the plane, picking up smaller rogue parts, disappearing around the other end. Mr Stevens swallowed hard and dismissed his rude actions.

"Hello and welcome to Paradise Coast!" a cheerful voice interrupted the tension and you could see him easen up immediately.

"I am Michelle, your guide for the next two weeks." Her face held the most perfect grin you had ever laid eyes on. Her voice was very warm and soft on the ears.

"Ah, Michelle. Thank you for meeting us," Mr Stevens pulled her to the side for a minute and spoke to her in hushed tones.

"Is everyone going to ignore the fact that our plane crashed here?" Ocean grunted as she pushed her trolley forward. You noticed the way she gripped her arm behind the trolley's handles.

Has she hurt herself?

"Where is everyone though? Like guests? I don't even hear kids on the beach" Yoongi counter questioned.

Before anyone got any answers or were able to discuss such topics, you were all made to focus back on Michelle.

"I'm very sorry about what happened with your plane and most of your cargo. The hotel will be willing to provide any necessities you may need. Also, your pilot should be able to reside here until any plans for your return are made. The school will be informed. Apart from that, if you will all be willing to follow me, I will show you certain spots that may be of interest to you and the outside pool area before leading you to your rooms."

She stared blankly at the group who hadn't received the speech very well and no one even muttered a syllable in return. Seeing how awkward it was you got up and cleared your throat, "yeah, I can't wait to go to the pool." Ocean watched you carefully and Minho almost sighed in relief, "me too. Or just having a shower would be nice."

"I could definitely use a shower right now," Lillian joined in and thankfully it wasn't unsettlingly silent anymore. The group had began moving towards the hotel entrance.

Michelle held the door open and witheld her industrious smile- it was on the verge of creepy, maybe robotic. It just felt wrong and fake.

You pushed those thoughts aside and walked inside.

The lobby was marvellous. A chandelier the size of a small house as the glittering centrepiece truly captivated all eyes. Next to catch your attention was the furniture's polished aesthetic; chairs, tables, bars, lighting, all of it white marble with silver cracks decorated into them. The air conditioning was on and you no longer felt harsh sun burning into the back of your neck, rather a cooling freezer effect which you embraced one hundred percent.

Ogling for five minutes was enough Michelle had decided and she was quick to keep the ball rolling. "Here is the reception," she pointed behind her, "this is the lobby of course," cue plastic laughter, "buffet hall down the corridor over there and the back doors lead to zen gardens, the pool and our splendid beach view."

It wasn't a far reach to admit seeing it all got the excitement rising. Pristine beauty was quite up everyone's avenue.

"This is amazing," Sinyoung kept eyeing the chandelier as if she was concocting a plot in which that chandelier was coming home with her.

"Buffet sounds so good right now," you moaned and hung onto Yoongi. He was about to retort back with a sarcastic comment until his stomach grumbled and you laughed as it vibrated through you too. "We can agree on something then," he gave in to a smile of embarrassment.

"I'll take you all to your rooms. Please follow me."

She pressed the button for the elevator and you all clambered in together. It was easily large enough.

It took some time for everyone to be allotted a room. The rooms only held two people in each which lead to many arguments and detestable comments. Some examples of these include "no way", "me and her? you must be mad!", "I need the window or it'll ruin my morning routine", "honestly mate, I'm going to throw you out of that window" and last of the few, "I wouldn't sleep tonight if I were you."

It was quite simple for yourself. You and Alice walked into the room the furthest down the hall and loved it straight away. You chose the bed nearer to the balcony, in desire of such a wondrous view of the sea, and not having any bags meant you could just rest and watch Alice unpack.

"It's so quiet and beautiful here," you observed as the sea crashed softly on to the shore. "It is really nice. The school did something right for a change," Alice joked and you giggled along blissfully.

"I can finally teach you how to bloody swim," you smiled and she looked around cautiously, "shush, someone'll hear!" "I don't know how you've hid it this long to be honest or why you're so ashamed of it... not everyone can swim honey." A crease formed on her forehead, lulling you to drop the subject. You sighed and gave up, "whatever, but I am going to teach you."

"Yes madam."

"Girls, are you done yet?"

Mr Stevens was knocking on the door. You slid off the bed and pulled Alice up, "let's go eat."

Downstairs, you both sat at a table in the buffet hall when you spotted Yoongi waltz in.

He sat down without saying a word and pulled his phone out.

"Still no signal," he told you both and put his phone down disappointed.

"Oh well, it's dinner time anyway," you consoled, "where are the cooks and stuff though?"

Alice moved over to the buffet area, lifting lids from the food trays only to look back at you with a confused face.

"Nothing."

Ocean had checked every tray too and stood bewildered, mildly angry. Minseok had already jumped the counter and headed into the kitchen area.

"Kim Minseok, get back here right now!" Mr Stevens searched for a less agile route into the kitchen. Jumping over counters must not be on the limited list of his strengths

You craned your neck to get a better look. No one was there. Not a single person passed through the kitchen.

On that thought. Why was no one here for food? You looked around the hall and found no one but your classmates seated randomly. The place was empty. Dry, like a desert.

"This place creeps me out. Where is everyone?" you asked quietly between your friends.

"I have no bloody clue," Yoongi replied equally as quiet.

Michelle walked in as if on queue.

"Is everyone eating well?" She asked grinning pleasantly. Not a worry in the world. Her eyes scanned the room but they could not have retained any information or she wouldn't have asked such a useless question.

"No. There's no food!" Alice remarked very loudly.

Michelle looked on unhindered.

"That's great! Who wants to go to the pool?"

No one said anything. That was rather weird. The tension had returned.

"Sorry Michelle, we said there was no food," Mr Stevens stepped forward and approached her wearily.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, her expression suddenly changing to a surprised, very practiced shock.

Minho walked on over too, leading a line of intrigued 18 year olds that followed him- including yourself.

"Yes. We said there was no food?" Minho repeated the line for the third time.

"Food is located in the buffet hall. I can show you where that is if you like?" Her face returned to its polished receptionist smile.

"No way. Is she high or something?" Minseok asked, waving a thick hand in front of Michelle's face who neither blinked nor moved.

"Wait, can I try something?" you asked, taking a step forward.

"Go ahead," Mr stevens nodded.

"Ooh, Y/N for president," Kita teased and Minho rolled his eyes.

You strode over to Michelle with slow, careful steps, "Um Michelle, could you perhaps take us to the buffet hall?"

Sinyoung was about to say something, to point out you were asking a silly question as you were all already in the buffet hall but Lillian grabbed her arm lightly making her stop. She wanted to see the result too.

"Of course! Follow me!"

You watched her, a little scared as she took a step forward and then hesitated for a moment.

"What the hell is going on?" Zico asked freaked out. "Shh!" Yoongi told him as Michelle moved again. This time she swivelled, on the spot, a whole 360 degrees, her feet shuffling mechanically.

"Here we are, the buffet hall. Please enjoy your meal and call me when you're done so I can help you get to where you need to go and make your trip as stress free as possible!"

She stood still. Looking straight ahead. In the exact same spot she was in before you had given your request.

"Stress free. Uh huh..." you repeated under your breath and Minho pulled you back, his hand around your wrist firmly. You looked up to his face and he shook his head as he began walking around Michelle and let go of your hand, gesturing for the group to follow him.

Mr Stevens stood stock still, completely flabbergasted. His feet found the motivation to move finally and he followed all the children out obediently.

"Oh my God, technology has finally taken over and we're already being ruled by them!" Georgia started to hyperventilate.

"You've been watching too many sci-fi films Georgia-" Minho tried to reason, a solid hand motioning in the air.

"What the fuck was that then Minho? Please explain." Ocean coldly pressured the boy and he sighed, licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know but we have to stay rational and look for a staff member."

"She is the staff member!" Zico cried out, afraid he was losing his mind. And rightfully so.

"Okay guys-" the inner leader inside of you took charge and you addressed the group, "Minho has just experienced all of this with us so stop expecting him to know everything. There's so signal, no WiFi and no one else is here. We're obviously on our own since not a soul has bumped into us. We're all on edge, I get it, but we need to come together and decide what to do next instead of standing here and picking on each other." You saw 10 pairs of eyes shift from you to the floor or one another. Mr Stevens held a proud smirk- well, his best attempt at one since he was overwhelmed with accountability and guardian issues.

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

You turned to see who was talking and were taken aback to find a stranger speed walk over to your huddle.

He was probably 170-ish centimetres as he was only an inch taller than you. That wasn't the first feature that you perceived- his lips were full, moist and dark pink. A cutting jaw that put Minseok's to shame and his golden blonde hair flopped over his brows, his perfectly tan skin complimented by the sunlight penetrating the glass ceiling, as he swayed on over. He had dark brooding eyes, a glint of mischief floating in them. He wore a black, long sleeved, camo shirt and black skinny jeans, high boots on his feet, the laces lazily tucked in instead of tied. That kind of triggered your OCD however, the detail was easy to overlook in this circumstance.

"Hell. Yes." You heard from behind you, unknowing of who said it. Not that you were even paying attention.

"And who may you be?" Yoongi asked with a cutting edge tone. It didn't take Sherlock's report to realise he didn't trust him.

"I'm Jimin. And I'm the only person left. I survived."

ayeee hoes, are you happy :D
why is i so happy haha. welp hes here, our main star.

vote and comment what you liked, if the beginning is good or if it needs some work. this is obviously quite different from

Serendipity Fate

so im intrigued of your opinions :3

all you Jimin stans, drink up~ ❤️