Without dignity

He looked at himself and couldn't help but feel utterly embarrassed. Now, in addition to wearing the skirt, it looked like he was dressed in something he definitely shouldn't be. He was unrecognizable, more like a walking caricature.

"My dignity..." he muttered, looking down, his face red with shame.

Luna, on the other hand, seemed to be immensely amused by the situation. "Relax, Donam, you're fine.

No need for more pressure… or more fruit." She then, with a playful smile, stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I have to tell you something. Remember what I said about being a nurse? Well... I really am. Except, instead of working at a hospital, the mission here is to keep you alive and… give you some lessons."

Donam looked at her in disbelief. The situation he found himself in was beyond anything he could have imagined, but at the same time, she revealed a profound truth. Even in the midst of all the chaos and embarrassment, Luna was there to help him, ensuring he only needed to worry about the moment she'd finally stop… "adjusting" him.

After the chaos with the bees and the embarrassing scene of Donam with the skirt and the coconut, he, with a confused and irritated expression, asked, his face still blazing red with shame:

"But Luna, where did you... even get that coconut?"

She looked at him with a mischievous smile but didn't take long to answer. "Oh, Donam, didn't you notice? Nature has its surprises. Come on, I'll show you."

She pulled him by the hand, and together they followed a trail that led to a small clearing where some coconut trees stood. There, amidst the trees, were some fallen coconuts. Luna, with her knack for finding what she needed, pointed at them and said, "Here they are. Like you said, nature always has something to offer."

They tried to break the coconuts with rocks and sticks, but the task turned out to be harder than it seemed. After several frustrating attempts, Luna sighed. "This isn't working. Let's just take them; maybe we'll figure out how to open them later." She picked up the coconuts and placed them in her bag.

As they walked on, the situation didn't improve much. They trudged for several more minutes, and then, to their surprise, something familiar began to appear. Turning a bend, they came across the van—the same van that had left them in the forest.

Now, it was dented, its paint scratched, and the structure visibly damaged. But, in a way, it was a blessing in disguise. At least here, they could rest.

"Do you think there's anything useful inside?" Donam asked, looking at the van with a suspicious gaze.

"Let's find out," Luna said with an ironic smile. "Maybe there's something to crack these coconuts open."

Luna paused for a moment, looking at him with a thoughtful expression, as if trying to understand what he was feeling. But soon, her mischievous smile returned.

"You know, men get more nervous about these things when they feel out of control. I think you're just feeling the chaos here, but relax. It's just a skirt.

And, deep down, you're starting to realize that without it, you'd be even dirtier with mud."

Donam huffed, but for some reason, Luna's words started to make sense. He couldn't deny it—without the skirt, he'd probably be even filthier.

What seemed ridiculous was, in some way, serving a purpose.

"I think I've reached my limit with this, Luna. But honestly, if this forest doesn't end soon, I... I don't know what else to do."

She laughed again, louder this time, with a touch of warmth. "Okay, okay, we'll find a way out soon. But in the meantime, try not to freak out, Donam. You know, as much as I'm having fun with this, I'm not the kind of person who enjoys seeing others crawling on the ground."

He smiled, but it was one of those half-hearted laughs, the kind where the skirt swaying in the wind made it hard to take himself seriously. He felt the humidity of the forest mixed with his growing frustration, but at the same time, he knew he had no choice but to keep moving forward.

"Ah, and are you sure I don't look like… I don't know, some circus clown?" Donam asked, his voice full of self-irony.

Luna burst out laughing again, unable to contain herself. "You know, you're starting to develop a certain personality… it's not that bad, really."

Donam didn't know whether to laugh or get even more frustrated, but the truth was, little by little, he was starting to relax about the situation. He was with Luna, after all they'd been through, and this ridiculous moment was, in some way, proof that he wasn't alone anymore.

Donam, already tired of the teasing and the way Luna was testing him, decided to take a shortcut through the forest. The intention was simple: to get away from those embarrassing situations and prove he could handle himself. However, what he didn't realize was that his impulsiveness led him to an unexpected path.

As he walked along a narrower trail, surrounded by dense vegetation, he heard a loud and unsettling buzzing sound. Before he could figure out what was happening, he stumbled upon a beehive. In his haste, he brushed his body against the tree where it was, oblivious to the imminent danger.

With an ear-splitting buzz, a swarm of bees flew towards him, quickly settling on the upper part of his body, especially around his head and shoulders.

Panicked, Donam started running wildly through the forest, screaming and trying to swat the bees away. But his back had now become a veritable feast for the bees, which relentlessly pursued him. The buzzing seemed to grow louder with every step.

"Ahhh! Luna! Luna, help me!" he screamed in desperation, jumping and crawling along the trail, the bees refusing to give him a break. His skirt, now an improbable piece of clothing, flapped awkwardly as he ran.

Luna, who was farther away, heard the screams and ran towards the sound. When she reached him, she couldn't stifle a laugh at the sight—breathless, with his skirt flying up, and the bees still chasing him.