You wake up, looking around groggily. You blink once, sight clearing up. Above you, there's sunlight streaming down, rays warm on your skin. You can hear the wind, blowing through the trees, the birds chirping and calling across the sky. But you open your eyes again, coming to. Eight guys stand around you, looking down at you. They look just as confused and groggy as you, and that's when you remember.

Your parents had signed you up for this retreat, even though you told them you didn't want to go. There was supposed to be a Hawaiian resort, you were supposed to go scuba diving and swimming with dolphins... You sit up, looking around, more awake now. It's coming back to you, getting on the plane, seeing the eight guys in their seats, all sitting quietly, awkwardly keeping to themselves. You remember walking down the aisle, getting in your seat, zoning out and looking out the window. And that's when the plane went down.

Panic is all you remember feeling before you knocked out. It seems like that with everyone. Everyone blacked out, and woke up on this island, or at sea near it, swimming to land desperately.

Now you feel the sand beneath you, warm from the sun, coarse and crumbly, digging your fingers into it as you look up at the eight, who are now mostly looking around, while a couple are still staring at you. Great. This is just what you wanted; to be stuck on an island with eight dudes. The pilot and any other staff are nowhere to be seen, so they're probably...

You shake your head, clearing it before taking a breath, sharp eyes taking in your surroundings. Obviously, you're on an island. Obviously, it isn't the one you were supposed to be on. It's sandy, tide lapping at the beach, which morphs into forest, vines and trees and palms and bushes dense in the distance.

One of the boys next to you clears his throat, offering a hand. You don't really remember who's who. You only remember seeing them listed on the pamphlet; Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin?