Bring It On! - Chapter 61

Chapter 61.

Title: Update on the “Tracking to the End Legend.” The Full Story of Cha Yoon’s Disappearance

Content:

“Tracking to the End” Episode 815 (20xx. 11.19) Vanished Without a Trace: The Billionaire Cruise Disappearance

Watching the full episode is far more thrilling and immersive. Feels like a movie. For those too lazy, here’s a summary.

The show made a point of censoring the names, but anyone in Korea would know that “Cha X” was Cha Yoon.

Cha Yoon came from the J Group family and was basically a perfect character. Top grades, looks, physique and voice all flawless.

(Article photo) (Paparazzi photo)

Life difficulty level: minimum. Not even a celebrity, but already had a fan following. And then, overnight… disappeared.

Helicopters were launched, over 100 divers deployed for the search. No trace of him. Everyone assumed he was dead. Fans sent condolence wreaths to the art hall he managed, cried, wrote post-its, and even held a 49-day memorial.

Then, the massive plot twist.

Cha Yoon was alive. And on a deserted island.

(Photo)

The Tracking to the End team miraculously rescued him right before the cannibals’ dinner party. Insane. Watching the video, the natives were throwing spears and screaming. Terrifying. Cha Yoon must have been absolutely petrified.

But that’s not the end. How did the Tracking to the End team even locate him? We need to go back to the day of the cruise party.

A J Group executive’s mistress passed internal whistleblower documents to Cha Yoon. During this process, the mistress also went missing with Cha Yoon.

The USB containing the documents had a GPS tracker, which the Tracking to the End team used to track and find him.

The Tracking to the End team’s persistence is insane. They’re likely to sweep awards at year-end. Even overseas, the Cha Yoon case became such a huge issue that the PD couldn’t sleep due to interviews.

The whistleblower documents have already started being published in articles. Check them out yourselves.

The culprit, who had caused two people to go missing at sea while having an affair, is now narrowed down to a single individual. The broadcast didn’t reveal exactly who.

Comments (5922):

Comment 1: Wow. I thought he died without debuting. Such a waste. Let’s release an album now.

└ Cha Yoon is apparently rich.

└ Not doing crypto?

└ Still, he’s rich.

└ People literally came back from death, and your first comment is this nonsense?

Comment 2: That rescue scene felt weird, right? Why was his whole body pixelated? Usually only the face is.

└ I thought it was a nude show.

└ If you squint, you can see it.

└ What?

└ Your dirty mind.

Comment 3: He wasn’t fully naked during the rescue; he had something on. But it looked like rope…

└ Look closely. You can see it wrapped around his chest like a bra. Looks like he got a bobdage;;;;;;;;;;

└ These days AI can remove mosaics. Urgent.

└ Damn, these cannibals really do eat humans… must’ve tasted amazing.

Comment 4: Cha Yoon’s culprit is C.S.H. Shareholders’ chatroom went crazy, and before the broadcast, C.S.H. left Korea. Probably tried to stop the broadcast but failed.

└ What about J Motors?

└ Not sure.

└ All pre-orders canceled, public opinion crushed. If released, disaster.

Comment 5: There were more people besides Cha Yoon in the rescue scene?

└ Who?

└ The staff from the yacht company where Cha Yoon lived.

└ Wow… why were they all there together?

└ Did they sleep together?

└ 100%

***

Warmth.

That was the first sensation I felt.

Not the damp, musty smell of wet fabric, but the cozy, soft weight of a blanket wrapping around me.

“…Sun Woori.”

The familiar voice slowly brought the scattered fragments of my consciousness back into place. One by one, my dormant senses awakened, and the familiar scent of disinfectant crept into my nose. 

I did not want to wake up. I wanted to stay in the comfort of unconsciousness.

The moment I crossed the boundary of awareness, harsh sensations, cold or heat piercing my skin, hunger, hopelessness, would overwhelm me. 

I wanted to stay just a little longer. But the more comfortable my body felt, the more anxious my mind became.

Because there were others waiting for me.

Suho, crying with a terrified face, and Jay, collapsed and bleeding.

Thinking of them made me restless. The comfort that had been pulling at my body and mind now felt like shackles as the sense of duty to return to where they were waiting surged through me. Get up. Pull yourself together.

I opened my eyes with all my strength, and white light seeped in, pushing back the pitch-dark darkness.

At the same time, the senses that had been slowly returning surged like waves.

“…Patient! Can you hear my voice? Patient!”

Hands pounding urgently on my shoulder, a frantic voice, and dazzling light streaming from the ceiling. I blinked slowly, dry-eyed. In my field of vision was a woman’s unfamiliar face looking down at me.

My eyes, which had barely managed to open, instantly filled with moisture.

This was not that island. I had escaped.

***

“Is it delicious?”

“Yeah! I can finish the whole bowl.”

I took a tissue and wiped the food from Suho’s mouth. Tiny white grains of rice clung to his lips. He was burying his nose in the bowl, eating frantically. Not chicken or pizza like kids normally love, but plain porridge.

For the next two days, this would be all we ate.

On the deserted island, with just a campfire, Suho and I once seriously debated what food we would eat first upon escaping. What would we crave most? 

We really deliberated. Sugar-laden tteokbokki, cold beer, chocolate banana toast, ramen cooked by someone else…

But reality gave us plain white porridge.

Though humble compared to our desires, neither Suho nor I complained or felt disappointed. After experiencing scarcity on the island, even this warm, soft porridge felt precious enough to bring tears to our eyes.

As we eagerly cleaned our bowls, the caregiver who came to take them away looked surprised.

“You don’t have to wash your dishes!”

“…Ah, yes. But the sponge is my tongue.”

I scratched my cheek awkwardly, and Suho pointed to his tongue, tapping it with his finger. The caregiver laughed awkwardly, saying, “Oh my.” I laughed along with him.

“I’ve never seen someone enjoy hospital food this much.”

“Really? It’s delicious.”

“That’s good. But soon the regular meals will come, and you’ll get even tastier food.”

We exchanged some small talk, and as she left, a sudden surge of emotion rose from deep within me. Covering my mouth with one hand and frowning, I realized Suho was watching me curiously while wiping the table.

“Why? Feeling sick?”

“…No, it’s just… I’m moved that I could talk naturally with someone else.”

For me, what might seem trivial to others felt incredibly precious and special. Several times a day, I doubted whether this reality was some sweet dream.

After finishing his meal, Suho immediately grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Startled by a sudden male voice, he shivered. Even the sound of a TV required getting used to. I wiped my cheeks with both hands and sat beside him.

“…News reports that Cha Yoon, CEO of Arte Art Hall, has regained consciousness. From the USB he carried, secret documents of J Motors were revealed. CEO Cha Seong-hwan has remained unresponsive. Cha Yoon’s testimony is expected to play a major role in this issue.”

“That’s all about Hyung, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Hyung must’ve been rich.”

“Seems so.”

“Let’s ask for a hot dog.”

I chuckled softly and ruffled Suho’s hair roughly.

Every channel mentioned Cha Yoon. Nothing but Cha Yoon. Without even trying, I naturally learned about Jay’s name and occupation. 

The wild second son of J Group. I had only assumed he might be an influencer or celebrity with many followers, but he was far more formidable.

Yet, I was more concerned about Jay’s condition than his background. Even though I heard he was hospitalized in the same hospital, I hadn’t been able to see him since his rescue.

I heard J Group even secured a private room for Suho and me. While grateful for their kindness, more than that, I wanted to see Jay with my own eyes. He had lost a lot of blood… 

I wanted to ask if he was okay, how he felt, and hold him to tell him he had endured so much.

But every attempt of mine to ask about Jay ended the same.

“They don’t want to meet you.”