Chapter 173: Surviving on a Deserted Island (3)
“Are we supposed to build a house with this?”
Han Gabin looked blankly down at the starter pack handed to him.
Plastic sheets, ropes, and wood provided for support.
They said it might snow tonight—can we survive with just this?
The combination naturally drew a sigh.
I quickly spread out the plastic, sturdy enough to be used in a greenhouse, and lightly laid it over the wooden fra.
It looked like it might hold if we did it right.
I spun the rope around to get an estimate; the supports were sturdier than expected, so I could see how it might work.
Better to act first than to stand around thinking.
“Shall we give it a try?”
Han Gabin nodded and picked up the wood.
“Seohan, have you made sothing like this before?”
“No. It’s my first ti.”
I’d never made one before.
But aside from cooking, I wasn’t completely hopeless with my hands.
Besides, I’d watched season 1 of Surviving on a Deserted Island thoroughly, so I had a sense of what to do.
I sorted out the wood to be used as supports and fixed them to the ground at even intervals.
“Should we weigh it down with rocks?”
We outlined the shape with the rope.
If they hadn’t given us enough rope, this would’ve been tough, but since we had a bit extra, we wrapped it as tightly as possible.
Because on a cold winter day like this, if the wind seeped in, it’d be ga over.
Kang Minseop, who had been watching the construction site(?) from afar, approached with wide eyes.
“Oh, wow. You guys are doing great~.”
He probably thought the two newcors would be struggling and floundering, but he seed surprised by how much we’d accomplished.
“We’re giving it our all. Ugh!”
In the anti, Han Gabin tiptoed to drape the plastic over the supports.
Behind Kang Minseop, Yoo Chaekyung, Lee Beomjin, and even the Youngest Writer had gathered as spectators one by one.
“Oh, what’s this?”
“It looks aweso!”
The cara director dropped by, saying he’d shoot so slow cuts to give it a model house vibe.
It was about five hours later, around sunset, when the makeshift plastic house was finally complete.
As I turned and stretched my back, my joints cried out in protest.
“Uuugh…”
“It’s done.”
We weren’t even close friends, but it felt like so weird sense of camaraderie had started to form.
Han Gabin let out a wail and slumped to the ground.
“Haah…”
Our eyes t at the sa ti.
“Let’s rest a bit.”
The mont I turned off silent mode, my phone buzzed loudly with vibrations.
The culprit was the Stardust mbers’ group chat.
They always talked a lot, but being apart for several days—outside of vacation—was a first, so today’s chat was especially full.
I scrolled quickly to find where they ntioned .
[Cha Seongbin: Do Seohan~]
[Cha Seongbin: Are you filming, Do Seohan?]
[Kang Siwoo: He’s probably busy lolol]
[Jin Sehyun: Seo Haim asked you to bring back so specialty products from the island when you return]
[Seo Ian: …There are specialties on a deserted island?]
[Seo Haim: Oh!!!]
[Seo Haim: Do Seohan read it >
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