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johnny is a woman killer. im said woman. so excited for the love island au!

(also FOR SOME REASON im looking fwd to doyoungs the most)

I am also said woman… we can both lie here wasting away…

I started writing Doyoung’s part 2 yesterday and he is just… wow! He has sad boy/underdog charm, like he doesn’t even know he’s winning reader over but it’s happening gah! I’m having such a fun time with this series and I’m glad you guys are too🩷🩷

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As a major thank you for all the hype and love for the love Island series, and just excitement on my own behalf, I’ve decided to drop a snippet for each upcoming fic at the beginning of the week! Here’s a little snippet of the upcoming Johnny fic! Thank you again for your guys’ support🤍✨✨

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Giiiurl I was re-reading jae and sweets' first and I wonder if sweets kissed Todd when She and Jae broke up haha

Oooof anon! Deep pull (I had to search him up ngl lolllll)

Hmm ok, so part of me wants to say yes. While acting out of anger and going to the unofficial competitors of the NXT frat, sure, maybe Sweets and Todd kissed a little before Jaehyun got to the party and watched them dance. She needed a distraction, something light, no strings attached, sure, I could see it happening.

BUTTTTT I lean more toward no. I think Sweets was extremely hurt, heartbroken, and felt used after the break up. I don’t think getting intimate in any way with another guy would have made her feel better nor would she have wanted someone else to feel used because she was hurt :( Todd was just a good time guy and fun to dance with

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summary: a disastrous recoupling after Casa Amor leaves you and Haechan single and vulnerable. Unbeknownst to the two of you, your moments during Unseen Bits are making the two of you quite popular among the viewers! There's no way the two of you are leaving!

word count: 4.2k

a/n: I think it's too early for me to have favorites... but I find myself obsessed with these two... In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa. Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!

dividers from dollywons and robinavitchslut

"Haechan and Dean," Ariana states tensely before stating your name with eerie calmness, "and Vanessa. Since your original partners have chosen to switch and recouple after Casa Amor, you are now left single and vulnerable."

You grip Vanessa's hand tightly, your palms sweaty but you're not particularly dreading going home. You've had a good summer— a great summer even! You haven't found romantic love, but that's fine, you've found friends that you know you'll have for life. That's better than winning you think.

You're mentally preparing your farewell, trying to come up with a speech that will be able to encompass the amazing time you've spent here. You know that when it comes down to a vote, Vanessa will be saved over you. She had a good connection with Jamie before Casa Amor, albeit a bit rocky in the days leading up, but it's more than you can say. You were coupled up with Gabriel in a friendship couple. Before that you were with Jaden, and before him Jamie. Nothing was clicking and you weren't sure anything would. Rather than forcing a connection to stay, you'd prefer to leave on a high note while single if it came down to it.

"But your journeys might not be over yet," Ariana continues after a tense minute of charged silence. "Your future in the villa will be in the hands of the viewers."

You gasp, eyes alight with shock as the fire pit in front of you bursts into whispers and murmurs of surprise.

Ariana smiles knowingly, "I'll be back at the end of the week. Bye, islanders."

"I can't believe this," Vanessa exhales as she pulls you into a tight embrace.

You hug her tightly, laughing in relief of your situation, "safe for a little while at least. You'll be saved, I know it."

"I don't know," she whispers sadly, eyes darting over to her former partner Jamie. Jamie who stands beside his new partner Claire.

The girls surge toward the two of you, hugging you both tightly in a huge group hug. You laugh brightly, wiping away happy tears as you lean into your best friend, Samira.

"If you leave," she whispers passionately, "I'll go with you."

"That makes three of us," you hear a male voice whisper loudly, making you jump in Samira's arms.

There, at eye level, you're met with the face of your most unexpected friend this summer, Haechan. There's a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes as he extends his hand to you. You take it and let yourself melt into his chest, sniffling softly. He rubs your back comfortingly, "I have a plan for us."

A watery laugh is pulled out of your chest as you pull away from the hug and use your hands to wipe away your tears, "do I even want to know?"

"I'll propose to you. There's no way the viewers will vote out an engaged couple. Think of all the drama we'd bring! And if we say we'll get married at the finale, we have a secure spot. What do you think?"

"I think you're an idiot," you roll your eyes playfully, walking away from the crowded deck around the fire pit in favor of the empty beauty room. The rest of the girls slowly join you, introductions and small talk is made with the new Casa Amor girls.

You take your time, allowing the stress from the night's recoupling to melt from your muscles with every swipe of your makeup wipe against your face and every drag of your comb through your hair.

You're completely wiped out by the end of the night, uncharacteristically quiet as you slip into your bed. Your new bed is comfortable, but not nearly as comfortable as the actual bed you once claimed as your own. That bed is now labeled with Gabriel and Sabrina's name, the couple cuddling beneath the covers.

Dean has already disappeared to his makeshift bed in the Speakeasy, leaving behind his noisy roommate for the night. Haechan is still busy making his rounds to each of the guys for an obnoxious cuddle or an annoying kiss upon their cheeks to get a reaction. He stands in the doorway, looks at you and bids you goodnight with a playful wink and a whispered, "good night, missus."

Unseen Bits Week 1

You breathe out a nervous breath as you sink down from the open sun roof of the Jeep. In the sports car parked beside your own, the guy jumps out and pulls open your door with an excited grin, "hi there."

You take a second to stare at him first, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight of the man. His skin is sun kissed with his dark hair styled off his forehead to reveal more of his pretty face. Blinking harshly, you take his outstretched hand and step out of the Jeep with a smile. Surely, you could blame it on your nerves, but realistically you know it's because the heels you're wearing are thinner than you're comfortable with. You go down after a single step, falling to your hands and knees with a shout,"Oh, motherfucker!"

Your male companion is laughing gleefully beside you, earning a glare from over your shoulder. He's clutching his sides, tears glistening in his eyes before he finally reaches a hand out to help you up, "actually, I prefer to be called Haechan."

"I stand by my previous title," you bite, tugging your hand out of his own once you're steady on your feet, "you didn't even try to hide your laughter, you menace."

"It was objectively funny, lovely. I would hardly be considered a human if I didn't laugh," Haechan explains as he rushes to catch up to you.

"You know the eggs are less likely to burn if you don't cook them on high," you state from your spot behind the counter, popping a blueberry into your mouth.

"Oh, really?!" Haechan asks sarcastically, "I didn't realize I was in the presence of a professional chef!"

"It doesn't take a professional chef to see that the pan is too hot! No wonder Vanessa never eats the eggs or pancakes you bring her! They're always fucking burnt to a crisp!"

He gasps, pointing the spatula at you, "they're not burnt. I just give them a little color. Brown is beautiful."

You smack the spatula away from your face, "is that your excuse for leaving eggshells in her breakfast as well?"

"Protein!" He screeches defensively as he rounds the corner to get in your face.

You place your hands on his shoulders and shove him away with a laugh, "Get away from me! Focus on the food!"

You groan softly as you lower yourself into a beanbag with the rest of the girls. You kick your sandals away and lower your sunglasses for some subtlety. Though, with the way you and the girls have arranged yourselves for your daily "gossip session," it's quite obvious what you're all really doing. How sneaky do you all really think you are when you're all barely ten feet away from the gym and all facing in said direction?

"Good morning, ladies," Rosie mumbles as she plops into a vibrant pink and orange bean bag.

"A very good morning indeed," Lola drawls lowly before biting her bottom lip.

Vanessa plops onto the grass as Samira snags the last beanbag. "So, any updates for you girls?" Vanessa asks, "sparks? Kisses? Wandering hands?"

"Shh!" Samira is quick to chide, her jaw dropping in shock as she watches her partner, Jaden, do pull ups on the bar. His muscular back on full display, shiny with sweat and sunscreen.

"Oh my goodness," Rosie hums appreciatively while hooking a finger onto a leg of her sunglasses to slide them down the bridge of her nose.

Vanessa whines, a pout on her face as she kicks Rosie's beanbag, "it's not fair! We call this gossip time and we don't even gossip. My partner isn't even over there and it doesn't feel right to ogle your men."

"Please! I insist!" You exclaim as you reach forward to shake her arm, "look at my partner Jamie all you want. It would be a crime to let such a fine specimen go unadmired. Look at his arms!"

The girls all murmur appreciatively, all gazes now fixed on your muscled partner as his biceps bulge with each curl of the weight. You let your eyes drag over each chiseled line of Jamie's body before our eyes naturally trail over to he next guy who is doing curl ups on the bench.

"You know," a grating voice starts to your left, "you guys could not be more obvious about your ogling."

You roll your eyes, pulling you gaze away from the gym to look at the owner of said annoying voice, "you could be nice and join them, give us more to look at. That would be so kind of you, Haechan."

"God, no. Could you imagine how sore I'd be after?" He scoffs, "plus, this is the only time I get to flirt with all their partners without having to worry about them beating me up."

Samira's jaw drops as a shocked laugh escapes her, "you don't flirt with anyone! You stand in the kitchen and drink a full blender's worth of your smoothies until they're done."

"And here I was about to compliment your gorgeous bikinis. Don't get too ahead of yourself, Sami," Haechan chides with a patronizing smirk and a wink.

Week 2

"Do you guys miss Christmas time?" You ask, the straw of your water bottle wedged at the corner of your mouth.

Samira snorts out a laugh, "Christmas is the furthest thing from my mind when I'm on vacation in Fiji surrounded by hot men."

"I miss scrolling on my for you page and watching people bake Christmas desserts in June," you whine dramatically, throwing your legs over Samira's lap.

Haechan, who was napping on the bench on the opposite side of the gazebo jumps up with unexpected energy, "I really can't stay…"

Samira groans, "don't start."

You smile mischievously, setting your water bottle beside you before you jump to your feet, "but, baby, it's cold outside."

"I've got to go away," Haechan continues to sing, tugging you toward him to sway beside him.

"But, baby, it's cold outside," you carry on, taking the water bottle from his hand to use it as a microphone.

The two of you continue through the song with unplanned but somehow very coordinated choreography. You both do a horrible rendition of tap dancing, which becomes ballet, and then crumping that heavily contradict the spirit of the song you're both singing, sending everyone under the gazebo into bouts of hearty laughter. Still, you and Haechan persist, singing in dramatic low tones and shaky falsettos.

"Baby, it's cold outside!" You and Haechan end in unison, though not in harmony as you both catch your breath. Hand in hand, you both bend into deep, twin bows.

With a long pull from the water bottle in your hand you pant tiredly, "I don't think they'll be able to use our performance— royalties."

Samira cackles loudly, kicking her legs out, "please, you two sounded like two choking geese! There's no way it even gets close to copyright!"

"That's rude," Haechan snaps, taking his water bottle from your hand.

It's quiet for a few moments before you hear him ask, "hey, if we both just drank from the same water bottle, we basically kissed, right?"

"In your perverted, wet dreams, Haechan," you scoff as you slide your feet into your sandals.

You make it half way to the stairs before you turn around to glare at Haechan, "I can literally feel you staring at my ass!"

"You have a wedgie!" He counters, before muttering so lowly his microphone is the only thing that hears him, "and a very nice ass."

"I have a question for you," you start, laying on your side to face Haechan in the bed adjacent to yours, your hands fluffing the pillow beneath your head.

Your partner Jaden is still in the bathroom getting ready for bed and the bedroom has only half of its inhabitants. Everyone is the room is milling around, making light conversation, or in Vanessa and Jamie's case, arguing in heated whispers.

"Women and their questions," Haechan sighs exasperatedly, "no, I won't father your children. Though, they would be gorgeous."

"It's much more serious than that," you reply, your face set with a look of worry. You fiddle with your nails, "I was just wondering… if me and Dean were both dangling off a cliff, who would you save?"

"Dean's my best friend," Haechan replies, playing along with your serious act, his brows pinched with faux concern, "but so are you…"

You nod in understanding while Haechan rubs his chin in thought, "but Dean doesn't subject me to random, exaggerated retellings of his favorite chick flicks, so I choose Dean."

"You motherfucker," you growl as you leap from your bed and jump onto his own. Your hands are quick to pull the pillow out from behind his back and hit him over the head with it.

"Please! Someone! Help!" Haechan cries out, his hands coming up to protect himself, "she's killing me!"

"Geez, it's hotter in here than usual, isn't it?" Vanessa asks as she sweets a fluffy eyeshadow brush over your eye.

Rosie takes another chunk of your hair, "I think it's because we're used to being here in the cooler parts of the day, not the middle of the afternoon."

"Yet we all insisted on giving each other makeovers for fun," Vanessa sighs, fanning her neck with her hand.

"Does anyone have their water?" You ask, hissing softly as Rosie accidentally pulls too hard on the curler with your hair wrapped around it.

It turns out that no one does and it's even more obvious that none of the girls are wanting to go downstairs. You sigh and stand as soon as Rosie has clipped a curl at the back of your head, "I got this."

"Don't go downstairs, it's not that bad," Samira calls after you.

But you have no plans of going downstairs, no way. Not when half your head has curls setting for a banging blow out for later tonight. Beauty must come first!

"Haechan!" You yell, waving your hands from the ledge that over looks the pool from the second floor.

Haechan's head pops out of the water, looking every which way until he finally looks up at you. He cups a hand over his eyes to protect them from the sun, "what do you want?!"

"Bring us our waters, please!"

"I am literally in the pool!" He argues, his hands splashing water around him to further prove his point.

"Pookie, please!" You whine, clasping your hands together with a dramatic pout you doubt he can even see.

"Get them yourselves!"

"I'm in the middle of getting my hair blown out!"

He says nothing else, at least not that you can hear, but the water splashes around him with every paddle and step he takes to get out of the pool.

You skip back to the beauty room with a smile, "Haechan is bringing our waters."

"So you just hold the camera here at this angle and just keep taking pictures through every move, got it?" You confirm as you gently guide Haechan's hands to the perfect angle.

"Why do I have to do this again?"

"Because with the way it's looking for me, I might leave before I find love. The very least I can leave with are sexy pics to post so I can pull, duh," you explain as you situate yourself into the first pose, "ok, start taking pictures now."

You move fluidly from pose to pose. First, arching your back on all fours with your hair mussed. Then, you move onto your knees, you back to Haechan as you look at him from over your shoulder, your fingers hooked into the thin straps of your bikini bottoms to tug the skimp scrap up even further up your curves.

"How are they looking?" You ask as you maneuver into a seated position with your knees bent and back curved up to push your chest out.

"Bitch, you look hot as fuck. Are you sure you don't want to couple up with me? I'll sneak us into the hideaway," Haechan breathes out, his eyes locked on the screen of your phone as he swipes through the pictures.

"Hyuck!" You whine petulantly, pushing his shoulder lightly, "be serious!"

"I am being serious! Look at this one," he passes your phone back to you, showing you a picture, "your boobs look amazing! I would swipe right. Hey girl, are you dtf? That would be my pick up line."

Week 3- casa week- casa starts day 16

You sigh with frustration as you stand under the hot stream of water, your fingers scrubbing pink slime from your hair for the nth minute. You hate challenge days. They're always something over the top and never before imagined by the average person. Who in their right and healthy mind would ever have people dive into a pool full of slime to dig for a key to get their partner free from a fake lock? And why did you have to be the one to dig through the slime?

If you'd won the countless rounds of rock, paper, scissors among the girls, then the slime would have been much easier to wash out. It was dried and crusted in all our nooks and crannies, the water running pink at your feet even after five minutes beneath the shower head.

You reach for your shampoo, squeezing a hefty amount into your palm before lathering it into your hair. You massage and rub the soap through every strand, rubbing it until suds.

You exhale in relief, your eyes shut as you tilt your head back to begin to wash out your first round of shampoo. You don't hear the door open over the sound of the water, the uncharacteristic quiet of the villa brings you peace.

That is of course until you hear a surprising, "hey."

Your eyes snap open in shock, just in time to see the glass door of your shower opening to reveal Haechan, "your shampoo smells really good."

You screech at the top of your lungs, using both your hands to preserve your modesty as you back yourself into the corner of the shower. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" You scream shrilly.

Haechan slams the door shut, cheeks bright red with embarrassment, apologies tumbling past his lips as you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath and slow your heartbeat. But of course, the villa has a way of providing more drama than anyone could ever need.

Everyone comes racing into the bathroom, no care for how small or cramped the space becomes with 10 bodies.

"What?! What's happening?" Jamie asks breathlessly, his buttoned up shirt open and hanging off one shoulder.

You point a finger at Haechan with anger, thankful that the frosted glass shows nothing to your housemates, "why the fuck would you open my shower?!"

"You didn't hear me when I complimented your shampoo the first time!" He defends.

Samira's jaw drops, "you couldn't tell her when she wasn't naked and showering?"

"I don't think sometimes! We all know that!"

Still pressed into the corner of the shower you scoff, "none of you do!" Everyone's gaze turns to you with offense written clear on their features, "I am still naked and showering and you're all standing in the bathroom just hanging out now!"

Murmurs of agreement break out, everyone quickly filing out of the bathroom to leave you to finish your shower. All except Haechan, who presses his face to the glass with a pitiful frown, "Pookie, forgive me."

"Donghyuck, you're an idiot," you roll your eyes, waving him away.

Haechan waves at you sadly, a pout on his face as he shuffles toward the door, "your idiot?"

"Yes, yes," you sigh, returning to the stream of water, "the other half of my brain cell. Now, go!"

"What's up YouTube!" Dean shouts at his phone with a peace sign thrown up, "We're here after a recoupling and unfortunately our boy Eli was sent packing. Samira, how do you feel being the girl to send him to his fate?"

The camera is turned onto Samira who rolls her eyes as she takes another bite of her ice cream cone, "Eli was very sweet and he'll be missed in the villa. It was very tough decision but everyone knows that Haechan's crying would have kept everyone awake for days if his beloved Dean left. Everyone should be thanking me."

Dean laughs, focusing the camera back on himself for just a second, "speaking of my best friend." The camera turns to focus on Haechan, who is to no one's surprise, with you, "there he is."

You and Haechan are dancing, your backside pressed to his front as you rock and sway side to side with an ice cream bar between your lips. Behind you, Haechan holds your waist with one hand, the other holding an ice cream cone, bare of any ice cream as his voice rings out, "Daddy's home! Home for me! And I know you've been waiting for this lovin' all day!"

The phone shakes as Dean laughs loudly, overpowering the sound of Haechan's singing. Dean zooms in on Rosie across the kitchen who watches on with an amused smile, "Rose! Get your boy!"

"They tire each other out! They need their play time," Rosie replies, ending her statement with her tongue stuck out at the camera.

The camera focuses back on you and Haechan who are now doing the snake in opposite directions. Haechan takes a large bite out of his cone before singing with his mouth full, "So all my ladies say!"

"Hey, hey, hey, daddy!" You reply, turning on your heel to clap your hands as if you were hyping up a crowd.

Vanessa joins you and Haechan, the three of you singing in unison, "hey, hey, hey, daddy!"

The atmosphere feels light and happy, no one has the choice but to join in to keep the spirits high. The camera pans around the kitchen, catching everyone clapping, dancing along, and chanting, "Hey, hey, hey, daddy!

Two days later, you find yourself standing in the open kitchen. The day has proved to be gloomy and rainy, weirdly, reflecting the bleak mood of you all for the last two days. You've all grown so close, a tight knit family so emotionally dependent on each other that one of you leaving would leave the villa in a fit of depression for a few days, especially losing one of you original Islanders.

In front of you, the rest of your fellow islanders watch on as Ariana struts toward you all, looking gorgeous as always. "Hello, islanders," she greets with a calm smile, much the opposite of everyone's grim mood.

"Well, the public have been voting," she explains, "the viewers were given the option of sending one boy and one girl on dates with two brand new bombshells."

Gasps sound out, eyes wide, and others shushing loudly to discover the fate of those not chosen for dates. Ariana keeps her poise, "Vanessa, the public have voted for you to go on a date with new bombshell Luke. Dean, you were voted to go on a date with new bombshell Ana."

Your heart drops to your stomach as Samira sobs loudly, the sound barely muffled by her hand. You gulp, your hand helplessly squeezing Vanessa's as you await your fate, anticipating the dreaded words: "you've been dumped from the villa."

You keep your eyes locked on Samira's, her eyes brimming with tears as she leans into her partner, Eren's, shoulder. It's easy enough to keep yourself from bursting into tears when you know you'll have to comfort her right after the news is dropped and convince her to stay.

It comes as a shock when you hear your name stated, drawing your attention back to Ariana, "the public also had the opportunity to vote for two single islanders they wanted to be in a couple." Her lips quirk into a knowing smile, "as a result, the two of you are officially coupled up and therefore safe from any dumpings this week. You will also be joining Vanessa and Dean on a date this afternoon."

"I'll see you all very soon," she concludes, walking away from you all just as both Vanessa and Dean's phones ding loudly with texts.

Everything around you is muffled chaos. Everyone leaps up from their seats on the couch rushing you all relieved embraces and delighted exclamations. Samira squeezes you in her arms tightly, repeating her words of elation right in your ear.

Your gaze is torn from the floor, your gaze guided toward familiar pools of amber and oak with warm and gentle hands on your cheeks. Haechan's lips are moving, but you can't for the life of you hear what he's saying over the pounding of your heart and rush of blood in your ears. "What the hell just happened?" You breathe out.

a/n: this is just the beginning of their madness woohoo! Still to come: their date, a kiss, some sparks, and ~love~!!!! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3

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[rosiesunflowerfield]

a fresh new air in the nctblr community 🥹🩷 enjoying this sooooo much can’t wait for more of them<3

Thank youuu for keeping the nctblr alive<3

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😭😭you are SO sweet! I’m so glad to see all the love this series is getting!🫶🏻

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Well… I did say there was going to be tension in Jae’s part 2 ahaha………. 👀 (I had no clue where this part was going to go but I’m not mad)

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summary: a disastrous recoupling after Casa Amor leaves you and Haechan single and vulnerable. Unbeknownst to the two of you, your moments during Unseen Bits are making the two of you quite popular among the viewers! There's no way the two of you are leaving!

word count: 4.2k

a/n: I think it's too early for me to have favorites... but I find myself obsessed with these two... In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa. Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!

dividers from dollywons and robinavitchslut

"Haechan and Dean," Ariana states tensely before stating your name with eerie calmness, "and Vanessa. Since your original partners have chosen to switch and recouple after Casa Amor, you are now left single and vulnerable."

You grip Vanessa's hand tightly, your palms sweaty but you're not particularly dreading going home. You've had a good summer— a great summer even! You haven't found romantic love, but that's fine, you've found friends that you know you'll have for life. That's better than winning you think.

You're mentally preparing your farewell, trying to come up with a speech that will be able to encompass the amazing time you've spent here. You know that when it comes down to a vote, Vanessa will be saved over you. She had a good connection with Jamie before Casa Amor, albeit a bit rocky in the days leading up, but it's more than you can say. You were coupled up with Gabriel in a friendship couple. Before that you were with Jaden, and before him Jamie. Nothing was clicking and you weren't sure anything would. Rather than forcing a connection to stay, you'd prefer to leave on a high note while single if it came down to it.

"But your journeys might not be over yet," Ariana continues after a tense minute of charged silence. "Your future in the villa will be in the hands of the viewers."

You gasp, eyes alight with shock as the fire pit in front of you bursts into whispers and murmurs of surprise.

Ariana smiles knowingly, "I'll be back at the end of the week. Bye, islanders."

"I can't believe this," Vanessa exhales as she pulls you into a tight embrace.

You hug her tightly, laughing in relief of your situation, "safe for a little while at least. You'll be saved, I know it."

"I don't know," she whispers sadly, eyes darting over to her former partner Jamie. Jamie who stands beside his new partner Claire.

The girls surge toward the two of you, hugging you both tightly in a huge group hug. You laugh brightly, wiping away happy tears as you lean into your best friend, Samira.

"If you leave," she whispers passionately, "I'll go with you."

"That makes three of us," you hear a male voice whisper loudly, making you jump in Samira's arms.

There, at eye level, you're met with the face of your most unexpected friend this summer, Haechan. There's a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes as he extends his hand to you. You take it and let yourself melt into his chest, sniffling softly. He rubs your back comfortingly, "I have a plan for us."

A watery laugh is pulled out of your chest as you pull away from the hug and use your hands to wipe away your tears, "do I even want to know?"

"I'll propose to you. There's no way the viewers will vote out an engaged couple. Think of all the drama we'd bring! And if we say we'll get married at the finale, we have a secure spot. What do you think?"

"I think you're an idiot," you roll your eyes playfully, walking away from the crowded deck around the fire pit in favor of the empty beauty room. The rest of the girls slowly join you, introductions and small talk is made with the new Casa Amor girls.

You take your time, allowing the stress from the night's recoupling to melt from your muscles with every swipe of your makeup wipe against your face and every drag of your comb through your hair.

You're completely wiped out by the end of the night, uncharacteristically quiet as you slip into your bed. Your new bed is comfortable, but not nearly as comfortable as the actual bed you once claimed as your own. That bed is now labeled with Gabriel and Sabrina's name, the couple cuddling beneath the covers.

Dean has already disappeared to his makeshift bed in the Speakeasy, leaving behind his noisy roommate for the night. Haechan is still busy making his rounds to each of the guys for an obnoxious cuddle or an annoying kiss upon their cheeks to get a reaction. He stands in the doorway, looks at you and bids you goodnight with a playful wink and a whispered, "good night, missus."

Unseen Bits Week 1

You breathe out a nervous breath as you sink down from the open sun roof of the Jeep. In the sports car parked beside your own, the guy jumps out and pulls open your door with an excited grin, "hi there."

You take a second to stare at him first, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight of the man. His skin is sun kissed with his dark hair styled off his forehead to reveal more of his pretty face. Blinking harshly, you take his outstretched hand and step out of the Jeep with a smile. Surely, you could blame it on your nerves, but realistically you know it's because the heels you're wearing are thinner than you're comfortable with. You go down after a single step, falling to your hands and knees with a shout,"Oh, motherfucker!"

Your male companion is laughing gleefully beside you, earning a glare from over your shoulder. He's clutching his sides, tears glistening in his eyes before he finally reaches a hand out to help you up, "actually, I prefer to be called Haechan."

"I stand by my previous title," you bite, tugging your hand out of his own once you're steady on your feet, "you didn't even try to hide your laughter, you menace."

"It was objectively funny, lovely. I would hardly be considered a human if I didn't laugh," Haechan explains as he rushes to catch up to you.

"You know the eggs are less likely to burn if you don't cook them on high," you state from your spot behind the counter, popping a blueberry into your mouth.

"Oh, really?!" Haechan asks sarcastically, "I didn't realize I was in the presence of a professional chef!"

"It doesn't take a professional chef to see that the pan is too hot! No wonder Vanessa never eats the eggs or pancakes you bring her! They're always fucking burnt to a crisp!"

He gasps, pointing the spatula at you, "they're not burnt. I just give them a little color. Brown is beautiful."

You smack the spatula away from your face, "is that your excuse for leaving eggshells in her breakfast as well?"

"Protein!" He screeches defensively as he rounds the corner to get in your face.

You place your hands on his shoulders and shove him away with a laugh, "Get away from me! Focus on the food!"

You groan softly as you lower yourself into a beanbag with the rest of the girls. You kick your sandals away and lower your sunglasses for some subtlety. Though, with the way you and the girls have arranged yourselves for your daily "gossip session," it's quite obvious what you're all really doing. How sneaky do you all really think you are when you're all barely ten feet away from the gym and all facing in said direction?

"Good morning, ladies," Rosie mumbles as she plops into a vibrant pink and orange bean bag.

"A very good morning indeed," Lola drawls lowly before biting her bottom lip.

Vanessa plops onto the grass as Samira snags the last beanbag. "So, any updates for you girls?" Vanessa asks, "sparks? Kisses? Wandering hands?"

"Shh!" Samira is quick to chide, her jaw dropping in shock as she watches her partner, Jaden, do pull ups on the bar. His muscular back on full display, shiny with sweat and sunscreen.

"Oh my goodness," Rosie hums appreciatively while hooking a finger onto a leg of her sunglasses to slide them down the bridge of her nose.

Vanessa whines, a pout on her face as she kicks Rosie's beanbag, "it's not fair! We call this gossip time and we don't even gossip. My partner isn't even over there and it doesn't feel right to ogle your men."

"Please! I insist!" You exclaim as you reach forward to shake her arm, "look at my partner Jamie all you want. It would be a crime to let such a fine specimen go unadmired. Look at his arms!"

The girls all murmur appreciatively, all gazes now fixed on your muscled partner as his biceps bulge with each curl of the weight. You let your eyes drag over each chiseled line of Jamie's body before our eyes naturally trail over to he next guy who is doing curl ups on the bench.

"You know," a grating voice starts to your left, "you guys could not be more obvious about your ogling."

You roll your eyes, pulling you gaze away from the gym to look at the owner of said annoying voice, "you could be nice and join them, give us more to look at. That would be so kind of you, Haechan."

"God, no. Could you imagine how sore I'd be after?" He scoffs, "plus, this is the only time I get to flirt with all their partners without having to worry about them beating me up."

Samira's jaw drops as a shocked laugh escapes her, "you don't flirt with anyone! You stand in the kitchen and drink a full blender's worth of your smoothies until they're done."

"And here I was about to compliment your gorgeous bikinis. Don't get too ahead of yourself, Sami," Haechan chides with a patronizing smirk and a wink.

Week 2

"Do you guys miss Christmas time?" You ask, the straw of your water bottle wedged at the corner of your mouth.

Samira snorts out a laugh, "Christmas is the furthest thing from my mind when I'm on vacation in Fiji surrounded by hot men."

"I miss scrolling on my for you page and watching people bake Christmas desserts in June," you whine dramatically, throwing your legs over Samira's lap.

Haechan, who was napping on the bench on the opposite side of the gazebo jumps up with unexpected energy, "I really can't stay…"

Samira groans, "don't start."

You smile mischievously, setting your water bottle beside you before you jump to your feet, "but, baby, it's cold outside."

"I've got to go away," Haechan continues to sing, tugging you toward him to sway beside him.

"But, baby, it's cold outside," you carry on, taking the water bottle from his hand to use it as a microphone.

The two of you continue through the song with unplanned but somehow very coordinated choreography. You both do a horrible rendition of tap dancing, which becomes ballet, and then crumping that heavily contradict the spirit of the song you're both singing, sending everyone under the gazebo into bouts of hearty laughter. Still, you and Haechan persist, singing in dramatic low tones and shaky falsettos.

"Baby, it's cold outside!" You and Haechan end in unison, though not in harmony as you both catch your breath. Hand in hand, you both bend into deep, twin bows.

With a long pull from the water bottle in your hand you pant tiredly, "I don't think they'll be able to use our performance— royalties."

Samira cackles loudly, kicking her legs out, "please, you two sounded like two choking geese! There's no way it even gets close to copyright!"

"That's rude," Haechan snaps, taking his water bottle from your hand.

It's quiet for a few moments before you hear him ask, "hey, if we both just drank from the same water bottle, we basically kissed, right?"

"In your perverted, wet dreams, Haechan," you scoff as you slide your feet into your sandals.

You make it half way to the stairs before you turn around to glare at Haechan, "I can literally feel you staring at my ass!"

"You have a wedgie!" He counters, before muttering so lowly his microphone is the only thing that hears him, "and a very nice ass."

"I have a question for you," you start, laying on your side to face Haechan in the bed adjacent to yours, your hands fluffing the pillow beneath your head.

Your partner Jaden is still in the bathroom getting ready for bed and the bedroom has only half of its inhabitants. Everyone is the room is milling around, making light conversation, or in Vanessa and Jamie's case, arguing in heated whispers.

"Women and their questions," Haechan sighs exasperatedly, "no, I won't father your children. Though, they would be gorgeous."

"It's much more serious than that," you reply, your face set with a look of worry. You fiddle with your nails, "I was just wondering… if me and Dean were both dangling off a cliff, who would you save?"

"Dean's my best friend," Haechan replies, playing along with your serious act, his brows pinched with faux concern, "but so are you…"

You nod in understanding while Haechan rubs his chin in thought, "but Dean doesn't subject me to random, exaggerated retellings of his favorite chick flicks, so I choose Dean."

"You motherfucker," you growl as you leap from your bed and jump onto his own. Your hands are quick to pull the pillow out from behind his back and hit him over the head with it.

"Please! Someone! Help!" Haechan cries out, his hands coming up to protect himself, "she's killing me!"

"Geez, it's hotter in here than usual, isn't it?" Vanessa asks as she sweeps a fluffy eyeshadow brush over your eye.

Rosie takes another chunk of your hair, "I think it's because we're used to being here in the cooler parts of the day, not the middle of the afternoon."

"Yet we all insisted on giving each other makeovers for fun," Vanessa sighs, fanning her neck with her hand.

"Does anyone have their water?" You ask, hissing softly as Rosie accidentally pulls too hard on the curler with your hair wrapped around it.

It turns out that no one does and it's even more obvious that none of the girls are wanting to go downstairs. You sigh and stand as soon as Rosie has clipped a curl at the back of your head, "I got this."

"Don't go downstairs, it's not that bad," Samira calls after you.

But you have no plans of going downstairs, no way. Not when half your head has curls setting for a banging blow out for later tonight. Beauty must come first!

"Haechan!" You yell, waving your hands from the ledge that over looks the pool from the second floor.

Haechan's head pops out of the water, looking every which way until he finally looks up at you. He cups a hand over his eyes to protect them from the sun, "what do you want?!"

"Bring us our waters, please!"

"I am literally in the pool!" He argues, his hands splashing water around him to further prove his point.

"Pookie, please!" You whine, clasping your hands together with a dramatic pout you doubt he can even see.

"Get them yourselves!"

"I'm in the middle of getting my hair blown out!"

He says nothing else, at least not that you can hear, but the water splashes around him with every paddle and step he takes to get out of the pool.

You skip back to the beauty room with a smile, "Haechan is bringing our waters."

"So you just hold the camera here at this angle and just keep taking pictures through every move, got it?" You confirm as you gently guide Haechan's hands to the perfect angle.

"Why do I have to do this again?"

"Because with the way it's looking for me, I might leave before I find love. The very least I can leave with are sexy pics to post so I can pull, duh," you explain as you situate yourself into the first pose, "ok, start taking pictures now."

You move fluidly from pose to pose. First, arching your back on all fours with your hair mussed. Then, you move onto your knees, you back to Haechan as you look at him from over your shoulder, your fingers hooked into the thin straps of your bikini bottoms to tug the skimp scrap up even further up your curves.

"How are they looking?" You ask as you maneuver into a seated position with your knees bent and back curved up to push your chest out.

"Bitch, you look hot as fuck. Are you sure you don't want to couple up with me? I'll sneak us into the hideaway," Haechan breathes out, his eyes locked on the screen of your phone as he swipes through the pictures.

"Hyuck!" You whine petulantly, pushing his shoulder lightly, "be serious!"

"I am being serious! Look at this one," he passes your phone back to you, showing you a picture, "your boobs look amazing! I would swipe right. Hey girl, are you dtf? That would be my pick up line."

Week 3

You sigh with frustration as you stand under the hot stream of water, your fingers scrubbing pink slime from your hair for the nth minute. You hate challenge days. They're always something over the top and never before imagined by the average person. Who in their right and healthy mind would ever have people dive into a pool full of slime to dig for a key to get their partner free from a fake lock? And why did you have to be the one to dig through the slime?

If you'd won the countless rounds of rock, paper, scissors among the girls, then the slime would have been much easier to wash out. It was dried and crusted in all your nooks and crannies, the water running pink at your feet even after five minutes beneath the shower head.

You reach for your shampoo, squeezing a hefty amount into your palm before lathering it into your hair. You massage and rub the soap through every strand, rubbing it until suds.

You exhale in relief, your eyes shut as you tilt your head back to begin to wash out your first round of shampoo. You don't hear the door open over the sound of the water, the uncharacteristic quiet of the villa brings you peace.

That is of course until you hear a surprising, "hey."

Your eyes snap open in shock, just in time to see the glass door of your shower opening to reveal Haechan, "your shampoo smells really good."

You screech at the top of your lungs, using both your hands to preserve your modesty as you back yourself into the corner of the shower. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" You scream shrilly.

Haechan slams the door shut, cheeks bright red with embarrassment, apologies tumbling past his lips as you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath and slow your heartbeat. But of course, the villa has a way of providing more drama than anyone could ever need.

Everyone comes racing into the bathroom, no care for how small or cramped the space becomes with 10 bodies.

"What?! What's happening?" Jamie asks breathlessly, his buttoned up shirt open and hanging off one shoulder.

You point a finger at Haechan with anger, thankful that the frosted glass shows nothing to your housemates, "why the fuck would you open my shower?!"

"You didn't hear me when I complimented your shampoo the first time!" He defends.

Samira's jaw drops, "you couldn't tell her when she wasn't naked and showering?"

"I don't think sometimes! We all know that!"

Still pressed into the corner of the shower you scoff, "none of you do!" Everyone's gaze turns to you with offense written clear on their features, "I am still naked and showering and you're all standing in the bathroom just hanging out now!"

Murmurs of agreement break out, everyone quickly filing out of the bathroom to leave you to finish your shower. All except Haechan, who presses his face to the glass with a pitiful frown, "Pookie, forgive me."

"Donghyuck, you're an idiot," you roll your eyes, waving him away.

Haechan waves at you sadly, a pout on his face as he shuffles toward the door, "your idiot?"

"Yes, yes," you sigh, returning to the stream of water, "the other half of my brain cell. Now, go!"

"What's up YouTube!" Dean shouts at his phone with a peace sign thrown up, "We're here after a recoupling and unfortunately our boy Eli was sent packing. Samira, how do you feel being the girl to send him to his fate?"

The camera is turned onto Samira who rolls her eyes as she takes another bite of her ice cream cone, "Eli was very sweet and he'll be missed in the villa. It was very tough decision but everyone knows that Haechan's crying would have kept everyone awake for days if his beloved Dean left. Everyone should be thanking me."

Dean laughs, focusing the camera back on himself for just a second, "speaking of my best friend." The camera turns to focus on Haechan, who is to no one's surprise, with you, "there he is."

You and Haechan are dancing, your backside pressed to his front as you rock and sway side to side with an ice cream bar between your lips. Behind you, Haechan holds your waist with one hand, the other holding an ice cream cone, bare of any ice cream as his voice rings out, "Daddy's home! Home for me! And I know you've been waiting for this lovin' all day!"

The phone shakes as Dean laughs loudly, overpowering the sound of Haechan's singing. Dean zooms in on Rosie across the kitchen who watches on with an amused smile, "Rose! Get your boy!"

"They tire each other out! They need their play time," Rosie replies, ending her statement with her tongue stuck out at the camera.

The camera focuses back on you and Haechan who are now doing the snake in opposite directions. Haechan takes a large bite out of his cone before singing with his mouth full, "So all my ladies say!"

"Hey, hey, hey, daddy!" You reply, turning on your heel to clap your hands as if you were hyping up a crowd.

Vanessa joins you and Haechan, the three of you singing in unison, "hey, hey, hey, daddy!"

The atmosphere feels light and happy, no one has the choice but to join in to keep the spirits high. The camera pans around the kitchen, catching everyone clapping, dancing along, and chanting, "Hey, hey, hey, daddy!

Two days later, you find yourself standing in the open kitchen. The day has proved to be gloomy and rainy, weirdly, reflecting the bleak mood of you all for the last two days. You've all grown so close, a tight knit family so emotionally dependent on each other that one of you leaving would leave the villa in a fit of depression for a few days, especially losing one of you original Islanders.

In front of you, the rest of your fellow islanders watch on as Ariana struts toward you all, looking gorgeous as always. "Hello, islanders," she greets with a calm smile, much the opposite of everyone's grim mood.

"Well, the public have been voting," she explains, "the viewers were given the option of sending one boy and one girl on dates with two brand new bombshells."

Gasps sound out, eyes wide, and others shushing loudly to discover the fate of those not chosen for dates. Ariana keeps her poise, "Vanessa, the public have voted for you to go on a date with new bombshell Luke. Dean, you were voted to go on a date with new bombshell Ana."

Your heart drops to your stomach as Samira sobs loudly, the sound barely muffled by her hand. You gulp, your hand helplessly squeezing Vanessa's as you await your fate, anticipating the dreaded words: "you've been dumped from the villa."

You keep your eyes locked on Samira's, her eyes brimming with tears as she leans into her partner, Eren's, shoulder. It's easy enough to keep yourself from bursting into tears when you know you'll have to comfort her right after the news is dropped and convince her to stay.

It comes as a shock when you hear your name stated, drawing your attention back to Ariana, "the public also had the opportunity to vote for two single islanders they wanted to be in a couple." Her lips quirk into a knowing smile, "as a result, the two of you are officially coupled up and therefore safe from any dumpings this week. You will also be joining Vanessa and Dean on a date this afternoon."

"I'll see you all very soon," she concludes, walking away from you all just as both Vanessa and Dean's phones ding loudly with texts.

Everything around you is muffled chaos. Everyone leaps up from their seats on the couch rushing you all relieved embraces and delighted exclamations. Samira squeezes you in her arms tightly, repeating her words of elation right in your ear.

Your gaze is torn from the floor, your gaze guided toward familiar pools of amber and oak with warm and gentle hands on your cheeks. Haechan's lips are moving, but you can't for the life of you hear what he's saying over the pounding of your heart and rush of blood in your ears. "What the hell just happened?" You breathe out.

a/n: this is just the beginning of their madness woohoo! Still to come: their date, a kiss, some sparks, and ~love~!!!! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3

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summary: You came onto Love Island optimistic and excited to fall head over heels in love during the hottest summer of your life! It's just that, you're coupled up with Doyoung who can hardly a conversation with you. You think his head is with the other girls but you couldn't be more wrong...

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a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa. Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!

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"Ladies! I heard you all called for a bombshell!" A deep voice calls out from the dock.

Immediately you gasp, jumping up from the couch as you stride toward the voice. "A new guy?!" Angie screeches with delight as she races past you, sandals flying off her feet in her hurry to get to the owner of the new voice.

"A new guy?" Jake echoes somewhere behind you, sounding much less excited than Angie.

Four days in the villa and you suspect the viewers must be thinking you've all been completely removed from all civilization and already going insane as you all rush toward the new, tanned hunk. He stands tall with a handsome grin as he greets all of you. It's impossible to keep your eyes off the oily sheen over his well-built chest as he sits at the center of the fire pit bench, but you try nonetheless.

"Tell us about yourself," Noah grins.

"I'm Carlos. I'm 28 years old and from California," he provides, completely at ease with everyone's attention on him.

You remember walking into the villa with your heart racing and your palms sweating. You'd held Zoe's hand so tight as you both walked in that she admitted to you the next day that it was still slightly sore.

And yet, all that nervousness melted into a calming warmth when your eyes laid on Doyoung for the first time. He was tall, totally gorgeous, and had the most breathtaking smile you had ever seen. There was no other choice in your mind, this man was going to be yours by the end of the summer. Maybe even earlier if everything worked out.

He had nervously introduced himself to all the girls, answering every question the host, Ariana, asked him. His answers were short, hidden behind awkward laughter and bashful neck rubbing, but it worked for you. You were endeared by his timidity and you were hopeful for a potential future with him. Apparently, you were the only girl to think so as you were the only girl who stepped forward to couple up with him. What a lucky match!

Maybe if you'd have just had the chance to have a real conversation with him before coupling up with him… because as it turned out, Doyoung was just as shy one on one as he was in front of a group. At least, with you he was.

You had obviously pulled him for a private conversation once the first coupling was complete. You sat close enough to see the bright pink stained across his cheeks and started the conversation by asking, "so, Doyoung, tell me about your life back home."

"I have a family," he answers simply, "in Korea."

You nod encouragingly, extending your hand to begin to drag your manicured nail over the length of his forearm flirtatiously, "I remember you saying that. Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes."

"Oh how nice, I do too. Do you have brothers or sisters? Both?" You ask hopefully.

Doyoung lets out a shaky breath, "a brother."

"Is he younger or older than you?" You try again, masking how thrown off by his short answers you are.

"He's older," Doyoung answers, his eyes nervously darting to whatever is behind you.

Right, so clearly he isn't into you if he can't even look at you. He's probably eyeing up the girls around the villa, you think to yourself. You withdraw your touch and exhale through your nose before painting on a polite smile despite feeling defeated, "I need to refill my water bottle and catch up with the girls."

"She touched my arm and my brain short circuited. She stole my ability to speak with the touch of one finger alone," Doyoung confesses openly to the camera.

He ruffles his fingers through his hair and laughs dishearteningly, "honestly, she's just the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and she chose me! I still can't believe it. I just need to learn to keep my cool around her."

He exhales a long sigh and looks into the lens with reddened cheeks, "And it totally didn't help that she was practically half naked in her bikini. I guess I'll have to get used to that… Shit— I hope my mom doesn't watch that."

The conversation all the girls are having with Carlos under the gazebo now, three days later, could not be more different. Carlos is clearly at ease and alert, listening to every single thing all the girls are saying, asking questions, just being an all around willing conversation participant.

"So remind me again who the couples are," Carlos asks.

Amelia speaks up, a manicured finger pointing at each of the guys through her explanation, "I'm coupled up with Noah, Angie and Peter are coupled up, Zoe and Jake are a couple, and Carmen and Theo. Oh! And Doyoung is the one half-hidden in the pantry, he's coupled up with this beauty beside me."

You laugh as she bumps your shoulder, Carlos turns his gaze to you with an arched brow, "how's that going?"

You exhale and paint on a tight smile, "he's nice… it's just slow moving."

"Very slow," Carmen mumbles under her breath, earning a shoulder bump from you.

Carlos' face shows his amusement clear as day, "what does that mean?"

You groan, dragging your hands down your face in frustration, "Doyoung is nice. He is so nice, but he doesn't talk! I ask him questions to get to know him and he hardly says more than ten words at a time! And it's just me! According to everyone else, he is capable of having a normal conversation. I think he just doesn't like me."

"Oh, that's definitely not what I s—" Carlos begins before Theo comes running over to interrupt.

"Carlos! Come join us in the kitchen, bro," Theo gets out through panting breaths.

Carlos nods, adjusting his shorts as he stands,"I'll talk to you lovely ladies later." You can only watch on with a displeased pout as the two men walk away. Stupid production team.

Doyoung wrings his hands together nervously in the kitchen, heart racing with anxiety as Carlos approaches the group. Doyoung hardly waits for Carlos to have a seat before he's spitting out, "are you going to steal my partner?"

Jake chokes on a chip as he laughs, "Jesus! Let the guy at least sit down, Doyoung!"

Carlos laughs along with the rest of the guys, doing absolutely nothing to quell the anxiety crawling it's way up Doyoung's throat. Carlos finally looks at Doyoung and the smile drops from his face sympathetically. Doyoung is being dead serious, so much so that he looks like he's going to be sick all over the counter. Carlos holds his hands up, "I've been watching, bro. Trust me, I have no intention of stepping on the guy who admitted to being in love on night one."

Doyoung's cheeks go pink at the memory. Just three nights ago he's stumbled into the bedroom with all the guys, curled over and clutched his chest, "God, I think I've fallen in love!"

It's the very same reenactment that Jake and Noah are performing right beside him extremely dramatically. Doyoung laughs along sarcastically, finding the very slightest bit of humor in the situation, but he can't do much else. If all goes well, he'll be living with these guys for two months. He doesn't want to have the reputation of being the stick in the mud and he knows the guys don't have I'll intentions. He can agree that he was definitely… excited the night he'd made that announcement.

"I know that's a super crazy thing to say after only knowing her for a few hours, but she's something out of a dream," Doyoung explains to the camera before chuckling to himself, "okay, I was being totally dramatic. Trust me, I'm not crazy or trying to love bomb anyone. I'm just totally and completely enamored by her."

"I know I'm getting my karma in spades with the idiots I'm living with poking fun at me all the time," staring at the corner of the confession room, "I don't really have much of a choice about who I confide in here. At the very least, I know the guys are all living a very similar story right now so someday they'll all have their own break downs for me to imitate."

"Can I give you some insight?" Carlos offers to Doyoung, stealing a chip from Peter's bowl. Doyoung nods eagerly and Carlos winces softly as he slumps against the back of the chair, "she thinks you don't like her."

Doyoung's jaw drops, unable to find any words at the revelation. The air has been completely stolen from his lungs. How could you possibly think that when he's half way to being in love with you after four days?! Surely, this is another joke. Carlos is lying to get the upper hand and get in his head!

"How the hell is that even possible if all he does is gush about her unprompted?" Peter asks with his face screwed up in confusion.

"Well," the bombshell draws out, "according to her, you don't like to talk a whole lot. She said you're able to carry on conversations with everyone else in the villa, but your conversations with her are awkward. Maybe she thinks you prefer one of the other girls."

"I don't care about them!" Doyoung snaps immediately, earning side eyes from the guys and even drawing the attention from the girls lounging across the lawn. "Sorry," Doyoung sheepishly apologizes, "I just— I clam up around her. I forget how to talk, how to breathe, and humans are biologically engineered to breathe! She steals my breath away."

"That was so romantic bro," Noah nods with slow appreciation.

"So then what's the plan?" Theo asks, propping his hip against the counter.

"I have to get out of my head, show her how much I like her, show her that she's the only girl for me," Doyoung states, his confidence growing with every word.

He repeats that to himself for the whole day until your nightly gathering and his mind goes absolutely blank as you descend the stairs hand in hand with Angie. You look like you're coming down from heaven to bless him with your presence, an absolute angel.

You approach him with a glossy smile and hope in your eyes. You're always hopeful that your next interaction with Doyoung will be better than the last.

"Beautiful," Doyoung mumbles lowly.

"What was that?" You ask, leaning in to give him a full inhalation of your addicting perfume.

"N-nothing," he stammers in reply.

The hopeful look in your eyes dims and his heart squeezes as you dejectedly respond with a soft, "oh, okay."

For the rest of the night, he's in his head, trying to give himself silent pep talks so he can show you just how much he likes you. He breathes in deeply, downing the last of his wine before he starts across the table confidently.

Then, like an ice cold glass of water has been poured in his face, he hears you say, "Carlos, can I pull you for a chat?"

Doyoung just watches on as you and Carlos wander over to the swing bench. He's at least a little grateful it's happening in his line of sight and not upstairs where the two of you could get up to whatever your hearts desired.

He's hardly subtle about looking at you and Carlos, drawn into conversation by Amelia shaking his shoulder harshly, "hello? We're asking you what your least favorite food is. Or are we distracting you from the show?"

"Yeah, actually if you could all keep it down so I can listen," he jokes before sighing and resting his elbows against the table, "I absolutely abhor cucumbers."

Carmen reaches across the table and places a hand on Doyoung's shoulder, "it's just a harmless chat."

"Does she like him?" Doyoung asks, looking Carmen in the eye.

"This is their first one on one conversation, it's impossible to say. The girls all think he's handsome though, but I doubt anyone would disagree," she replies casually.

His fingers slide into his hair with stress, "so they're just going to run off into the sunset with their beautiful faces and leave me in the dust! Great!"

"Or you could, you know, carry on a normal conversation with her like you do with us," Zoe suggests with clear sarcasm, "just a thought."

Doyoung keeps his gaze locked on his nails, perched nervously on the cushion of the confessional chair. "I know Zoe is right. Carlos was too about just speaking to her like she's a normal human being, but I just can't. I can't get out of my head," Doyoung mumbles disappointingly.

"It's not her fault by any means and it's certainly too early for me to sit here wallowing about a missed connection when I haven't even put my best foot forward yet, but I guess I'm more frustrated with myself. I want her to know how much I like her, I want her to feel the connection I feel— I just need to make it clear."

He rests one elbow on his knee and mulls over his thoughts before speaking to the camera again, "I have a plan."

You can't have been talking to Carlos for more than 15 minutes before Doyoung makes his way over and smiles brightly to hide his nerves, "sorry Carlos, but I'd love to steal her for a chat."

"No worries," Carlos reassures, giving you a pat on the hand, "it was nice talking to you."

You wave goodbye and turn your attention to Doyoung, "where should we go?"

"Say less?" Doyoung suggests, referring to the area just off the dock with lush greenery and a small fire pit.

You nod, "lead the way."

Behind you, your fellow Islanders grow quiet the further you walk away from them. It takes less than a minute for you to feel the warmth of the fire and find a comfortable position with your legs folded beside you on the couch that encircles the pit. "So," you start, sipping your wine, "what's up?"

"I thought it would be nice for us to get to know each other. You know, seeing as we're coupled up and all that," Doyoung gets out steadily.

You hide your surprise around the rim of your cup and clear your throat softly, "what do you want to know then?"

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"I try to sneak in naps in the shade," you answer sheepishly.

Doyoung laughs, his head thrown back with utter glee, "at home. I meant what you like to do in your free time at home."

"Oh god! This place is rotting my brain!" You laugh along brightly. His heart skips a beat at the sound but his focus remains steadfast as you continue, "I like reading on my couch with a warm drink and no responsibilities. It's my favorite way to spend my free time. Well, that or lazing on my couch and watching the same shows over and over again."

He's been extremely lucky to carry on a conversation as smooth as this for this long because his plan was to simply avoid eye contact. Actually, it was to avoid looking at you all together. That is, until you laughed and he couldn't deny himself of the simple pleasure of seeing you happy. His breath catches and he feels his brain begin to malfunction.

"Yeah, I like reading too. I've been doing it my whole life. Well, since I was about four years old or so. My parents said I was quick to pick up on it and I've just been doing it ever since. I love books, spend about an hour a week at least walking around the bookstore on the corner of the block where I work. It's such a privilege, being able to read…" he trails off as if finally hearing his own nervous rambling.

You blink once, then twice before a polite smile comes across your features and you breathe out a tense breath, "look, Doyoung, I really don't want to be rude but I really need to get this off my chest."

He nods nervously as you adjust your position on the couch. Now looking more reserved and like you're trying to create an emotional distance between you and your current partner. Doyoung's heart drops into his stomach as you start apprehensively, your eyes locked on the flames in the pit, "I understand that the summer is just beginning and we haven't known each other long, but I don't think you like me. I was talking to the girls earlier and trying to get some insight on us and you, but the Doyoung I talk to isn't the one that they know. I don't want you to force anything and you're able to talk to the other girls with more ease. So by all means, don't let me hold you back. You're a good guy. I want you to be happy."

You nod decisively, lifting your eyes from flames to meet his own eyes, looking far more somber than he'd ever like to see you, "we can stay coupled up until you find someone who's better suited to you."

You stand and smile at him softly, extending your hand, "friends?"

He blinks rapidly, having lost the ability to speak with the thick knot in his throat. His hand is unexpectedly cold against your own, but his fingers soft, his touch gentle.

Your breath catches in your throat, "friends it is."

Doyoung hides his face with his hands, "I'm so disappointed with myself."

He inhales deeply, his exhale coming out shaky as he drops his hands to reveal his red-rimmed eyes, "I should have told her how she made me feel. I should have told her that just looking at her makes me lose half the function of my brain, she makes me forget how to breathe, I'm not myself around her. I should have told her that all I can do is think about her, talk about her, dream of her."

"I swear I'm not crazy," he laughs bitterly as his hand quickly wipes a tear, "I've heard my parents love story since I was a kid. My parents saw each other on their commute home from work on the same train. My dad always said it was love at first sight. That he fell in love with the way my mom radiated warmth even though she was beat after a long day. They spoke for the first time the next time they saw each other, missed their stops, and I-I've always wanted a story like that."

He sniffles, "I thought I had it. I saw her standing on that heart the first day and my heart skipped a beat. I guess I got ahead of myself and got too hopeful."

Leaning back against the comfortable chair of the confessional, you sigh, "I'm not completely done talking to Doyoung. I haven't written him off at all. Lots of people become friends then lovers, don't they?"

"It's one of my favorite tropes, so I'm not too upset," you smile at the camera, your nail trapped between your teeth before you shrug casually.

a/n: obviously this isn't the end hehehe! We still have challenges, lots of feelings, and yeah, some angst to look forward to. Not to worry! Doyoung will get his girl! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3

taglist! @prettypeachyplease @btnliaa feel free to comment or send me an ask if you'd like to be added!

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https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSCSFLaCb/ ik sweets will do some bs like this to fratboy jae 😭

Lmaoooo! Sweets is the worst!

Ok, so the way I envision it happening is that Jae has popped into the bathroom, to do his business ofc, and we all know that Sweets can't be left unattended for too long.

Jaehyun sits on the toilet, passing time on his phone when suddenly the door swings open and bangs against the wall loudly, "Swee- what?!"

Behind the camera, you don't dare to look at him, knowing that if you do, you'll completely lose it. Instead, you keep your eyes on the screen of your phone and your voice calm, "I don't know how many of you have ever been in a frat house bathroom before, but this is one of them."

You pan the camera over to the shower, noting how it could do with a cleaner upgrade. Slowly you show the sink, sounding like a realtor trying to sell a house all the while your boyfriend sits on the toilet with his mouth hanging open in confusion.

"And this is the toilet area. As you can see, they have a lovely sign that asks guests not to do coke in the bathroom and right beside it, a gorgeous drawing done by the frat's very own Yuta Nakamoto."

"Sweetheart..." Jaehyun whispers.

"Shhhh! I'm doing a tour," you chide, pointing at the drawing of two cartoon characters smoking a joint.

Jaehyun stares at you with his brows furrowed, "I'm on the toilet! My bare ass and dick are out!"

"You're not even in frame!" You lie, his forehead taking up half the sceen. Probably, even more than half.

You step back over to the sink, noting the various toothbrushes, tooth pastes, and hygiene products. Finally, you walk back to point the camera right in Jaehyun's face, "let this be a lesson to get that damn lock fixed, Jae!"

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I just wanted to say I love reading your works and think you would do this justice if you havent done so yet. But ai think it would be fun to have all the nct frat bro girlfriends call when they have their frat meeting and see who answers back first.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTBoxEPMU/

Love you so much and thank you!!

Love you anon! Thank you for your contribution to the frat!gfs nonsense! link!

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"Okay, everyone ready?" Princess asks, a mischievous smile spread across her lips as she looks at all the screens opened around her. The girls all nod, matching looks of cheekiness on their faces.

Sunday evenings when the guys of Nu Chi Theta are stuck in chapter meetings always result in some form of boredom for their girlfriends. I mean, come on! Three whole hours without attention?! And their banned from the house?! It's downright cruelty!

Tonight, though, is not a night of boredom. The girls have all gathered at Bee's apartment for a night of fun, a few drinks, and of course, pranks when Sweetheart and Gomi are present.

The time shows now that the meeting should be done, a few extra minutes for the guys to linger and relax are taken into account. Their freedom is confirmed with the text that is sent to Bug after every meeting.

"Waiting just another minute..." Sunshine drawls out, eyes fixed on the time at the corner of her screen for the minutes to change.

"Ok! Go!" Gomi exclaims and immediately all the girls are hitting call on their boyfriend's contacts.

"One ring then hang up," Sweetheart rushes out just before a single tone rings out though the circle and the calls are ended.

"Now we wait to see who's going to be in the doghouse," Princess smirks slyly with a slow nod.

Wifey is the first to get a call back from Jeno, a loving smile on her face as she presses her phone to her ear. Bug and Bee get their calls in return within just a few seconds of each other. Princess gets hers after. Then, Sunshine who receives a flurry of apologies as Doyoung explains he was stuck discussing something to one of the newest brothers.

Half an hour passes, then a full hour and Sweets and Gomi have yet to receive a call. Sweets glares at phone with her arms crossed, huffing angrily as if her fit will make a call come through.

Somehow, it does. Her phone screen lights up and an ecstatic smile replaces her frown in an instant. "Baby!" She greets happily, "where have you been?"

Gomi stands up from the couch with a sharp exhale as she walks toward the door, sliding her shoes on as she grumbles under her breath.

"You're leaving?" Bee calls after her.

"Yup!" Bee grins, "I have to go kill my boyfriend! See you ladies later!"

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oh i love the slight angst in doyoung's love island story

🤭🤭 thank you!! I promise it won’t be angsty the whole time, he’ll step it up soon🤍

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summary: You came onto Love Island optimistic and excited to fall head over heels in love during the hottest summer of your life! It's just that, you're coupled up with Doyoung who can hardly a conversation with you. You think his head is with the other girls but you couldn't be more wrong...

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa. Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!

dividers from pxrce-lain and saradika-graphics

"Ladies! I heard you all called for a bombshell!" A deep voice calls out from the dock.

Immediately you gasp, jumping up from the couch as you stride toward the voice. "A new guy?!" Angie screeches with delight as she races past you, sandals flying off her feet in her hurry to get to the owner of the new voice.

"A new guy?" Jake echoes somewhere behind you, sounding much less excited than Angie.

Four days in the villa and you suspect the viewers must be thinking you've all been completely removed from all civilization and already going insane as you all rush toward the new, tanned hunk. He stands tall with a handsome grin as he greets all of you. It's impossible to keep your eyes off the oily sheen over his well-built chest as he sits at the center of the fire pit bench, but you try nonetheless.

"Tell us about yourself," Noah grins.

"I'm Carlos. I'm 28 years old and from California," he provides, completely at ease with everyone's attention on him.

You remember walking into the villa with your heart racing and your palms sweating. You'd held Zoe's hand so tight as you both walked in that she admitted to you the next day that it was still slightly sore.

And yet, all that nervousness melted into a calming warmth when your eyes laid on Doyoung for the first time. He was tall, totally gorgeous, and had the most breathtaking smile you had ever seen. There was no other choice in your mind, this man was going to be yours by the end of the summer. Maybe even earlier if everything worked out.

He had nervously introduced himself to all the girls, answering every question the host, Ariana, asked him. His answers were short, hidden behind awkward laughter and bashful neck rubbing, but it worked for you. You were endeared by his timidity and you were hopeful for a potential future with him. Apparently, you were the only girl to think so as you were the only girl who stepped forward to couple up with him. What a lucky match!

Maybe if you'd have just had the chance to have a real conversation with him before coupling up with him… because as it turned out, Doyoung was just as shy one on one as he was in front of a group. At least, with you he was.

You had obviously pulled him for a private conversation once the first coupling was complete. You sat close enough to see the bright pink stained across his cheeks and started the conversation by asking, "so, Doyoung, tell me about your life back home."

"I have a family," he answers simply, "in Korea."

You nod encouragingly, extending your hand to begin to drag your manicured nail over the length of his forearm flirtatiously, "I remember you saying that. Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes."

"Oh how nice, I do too. Do you have brothers or sisters? Both?" You ask hopefully.

Doyoung lets out a shaky breath, "a brother."

"Is he younger or older than you?" You try again, masking how thrown off by his short answers you are.

"He's older," Doyoung answers, his eyes nervously darting to whatever is behind you.

Right, so clearly he isn't into you if he can't even look at you. He's probably eyeing up the girls around the villa, you think to yourself. You withdraw your touch and exhale through your nose before painting on a polite smile despite feeling defeated, "I need to refill my water bottle and catch up with the girls."

"She touched my arm and my brain short circuited. She stole my ability to speak with the touch of one finger alone," Doyoung confesses openly to the camera.

He ruffles his fingers through his hair and laughs dishearteningly, "honestly, she's just the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and she chose me! I still can't believe it. I just need to learn to keep my cool around her."

He exhales a long sigh and looks into the lens with reddened cheeks, "And it totally didn't help that she was practically half naked in her bikini. I guess I'll have to get used to that… Shit— I hope my mom doesn't watch that."

The conversation all the girls are having with Carlos under the gazebo now, three days later, could not be more different. Carlos is clearly at ease and alert, listening to every single thing all the girls are saying, asking questions, just being an all around willing conversation participant.

"So remind me again who the couples are," Carlos asks.

Amelia speaks up, a manicured finger pointing at each of the guys through her explanation, "I'm coupled up with Noah, Angie and Peter are coupled up, Zoe and Jake are a couple, and Carmen and Theo. Oh! And Doyoung is the one half-hidden in the pantry, he's coupled up with this beauty beside me."

You laugh as she bumps your shoulder, Carlos turns his gaze to you with an arched brow, "how's that going?"

You exhale and paint on a tight smile, "he's nice… it's just slow moving."

"Very slow," Carmen mumbles under her breath, earning a shoulder bump from you.

Carlos' face shows his amusement clear as day, "what does that mean?"

You groan, dragging your hands down your face in frustration, "Doyoung is nice. He is so nice, but he doesn't talk! I ask him questions to get to know him and he hardly says more than ten words at a time! And it's just me! According to everyone else, he is capable of having a normal conversation. I think he just doesn't like me."

"Oh, that's definitely not what I s—" Carlos begins before Theo comes running over to interrupt.

"Carlos! Come join us in the kitchen, bro," Theo gets out through panting breaths.

Carlos nods, adjusting his shorts as he stands,"I'll talk to you lovely ladies later." You can only watch on with a displeased pout as the two men walk away. Stupid production team.

Doyoung wrings his hands together nervously in the kitchen, heart racing with anxiety as Carlos approaches the group. Doyoung hardly waits for Carlos to have a seat before he's spitting out, "are you going to steal my partner?"

Jake chokes on a chip as he laughs, "Jesus! Let the guy at least sit down, Doyoung!"

Carlos laughs along with the rest of the guys, doing absolutely nothing to quell the anxiety crawling it's way up Doyoung's throat. Carlos finally looks at Doyoung and the smile drops from his face sympathetically. Doyoung is being dead serious, so much so that he looks like he's going to be sick all over the counter. Carlos holds his hands up, "I've been watching, bro. Trust me, I have no intention of stepping on the guy who admitted to being in love on night one."

Doyoung's cheeks go pink at the memory. Just three nights ago he's stumbled into the bedroom with all the guys, curled over and clutched his chest, "God, I think I've fallen in love!"

It's the very same reenactment that Jake and Noah are performing right beside him extremely dramatically. Doyoung laughs along sarcastically, finding the very slightest bit of humor in the situation, but he can't do much else. If all goes well, he'll be living with these guys for two months. He doesn't want to have the reputation of being the stick in the mud and he knows the guys don't have I'll intentions. He can agree that he was definitely… excited the night he'd made that announcement.

"I know that's a super crazy thing to say after only knowing her for a few hours, but she's something out of a dream," Doyoung explains to the camera before chuckling to himself, "okay, I was being totally dramatic. Trust me, I'm not crazy or trying to love bomb anyone. I'm just totally and completely enamored by her."

"I know I'm getting my karma in spades with the idiots I'm living with poking fun at me all the time," staring at the corner of the confession room, "I don't really have much of a choice about who I confide in here. At the very least, I know the guys are all living a very similar story right now so someday they'll all have their own break downs for me to imitate."

"Can I give you some insight?" Carlos offers to Doyoung, stealing a chip from Peter's bowl. Doyoung nods eagerly and Carlos winces softly as he slumps against the back of the chair, "she thinks you don't like her."

Doyoung's jaw drops, unable to find any words at the revelation. The air has been completely stolen from his lungs. How could you possibly think that when he's half way to being in love with you after four days?! Surely, this is another joke. Carlos is lying to get the upper hand and get in his head!

"How the hell is that even possible if all he does is gush about her unprompted?" Peter asks with his face screwed up in confusion.

"Well," the bombshell draws out, "according to her, you don't like to talk a whole lot. She said you're able to carry on conversations with everyone else in the villa, but your conversations with her are awkward. Maybe she thinks you prefer one of the other girls."

"I don't care about them!" Doyoung snaps immediately, earning side eyes from the guys and even drawing the attention from the girls lounging across the lawn. "Sorry," Doyoung sheepishly apologizes, "I just— I clam up around her. I forget how to talk, how to breathe, and humans are biologically engineered to breathe! She steals my breath away."

"That was so romantic bro," Noah nods with slow appreciation.

"So then what's the plan?" Theo asks, propping his hip against the counter.

"I have to get out of my head, show her how much I like her, show her that she's the only girl for me," Doyoung states, his confidence growing with every word.

He repeats that to himself for the whole day until your nightly gathering and his mind goes absolutely blank as you descend the stairs hand in hand with Angie. You look like you're coming down from heaven to bless him with your presence, an absolute angel.

You approach him with a glossy smile and hope in your eyes. You're always hopeful that your next interaction with Doyoung will be better than the last.

"Beautiful," Doyoung mumbles lowly.

"What was that?" You ask, leaning in to give him a full inhalation of your addicting perfume.

"N-nothing," he stammers in reply.

The hopeful look in your eyes dims and his heart squeezes as you dejectedly respond with a soft, "oh, okay."

For the rest of the night, he's in his head, trying to give himself silent pep talks so he can show you just how much he likes you. He breathes in deeply, downing the last of his wine before he starts across the table confidently.

Then, like an ice cold glass of water has been poured in his face, he hears you say, "Carlos, can I pull you for a chat?"

Doyoung just watches on as you and Carlos wander over to the swing bench. He's at least a little grateful it's happening in his line of sight and not upstairs where the two of you could get up to whatever your hearts desired.

He's hardly subtle about looking at you and Carlos, drawn into conversation by Amelia shaking his shoulder harshly, "hello? We're asking you what your least favorite food is. Or are we distracting you from the show?"

"Yeah, actually if you could all keep it down so I can listen," he jokes before sighing and resting his elbows against the table, "I absolutely abhor cucumbers."

Carmen reaches across the table and places a hand on Doyoung's shoulder, "it's just a harmless chat."

"Does she like him?" Doyoung asks, looking Carmen in the eye.

"This is their first one on one conversation, it's impossible to say. The girls all think he's handsome though, but I doubt anyone would disagree," she replies casually.

His fingers slide into his hair with stress, "so they're just going to run off into the sunset with their beautiful faces and leave me in the dust! Great!"

"Or you could, you know, carry on a normal conversation with her like you do with us," Zoe suggests with clear sarcasm, "just a thought."

Doyoung keeps his gaze locked on his nails, perched nervously on the cushion of the confessional chair. "I know Zoe is right. Carlos was too about just speaking to her like she's a normal human being, but I just can't. I can't get out of my head," Doyoung mumbles disappointingly.

"It's not her fault by any means and it's certainly too early for me to sit here wallowing about a missed connection when I haven't even put my best foot forward yet, but I guess I'm more frustrated with myself. I want her to know how much I like her, I want her to feel the connection I feel— I just need to make it clear."

He rests one elbow on his knee and mulls over his thoughts before speaking to the camera again, "I have a plan."

You can't have been talking to Carlos for more than 15 minutes before Doyoung makes his way over and smiles brightly to hide his nerves, "sorry Carlos, but I'd love to steal her for a chat."

"No worries," Carlos reassures, giving you a pat on the hand, "it was nice talking to you."

You wave goodbye and turn your attention to Doyoung, "where should we go?"

"Say less?" Doyoung suggests, referring to the area just off the dock with lush greenery and a small fire pit.

You nod, "lead the way."

Behind you, your fellow Islanders grow quiet the further you walk away from them. It takes less than a minute for you to feel the warmth of the fire and find a comfortable position with your legs folded beside you on the couch that encircles the pit. "So," you start, sipping your wine, "what's up?"

"I thought it would be nice for us to get to know each other. You know, seeing as we're coupled up and all that," Doyoung gets out steadily.

You hide your surprise around the rim of your cup and clear your throat softly, "what do you want to know then?"

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"I try to sneak in naps in the shade," you answer sheepishly.

Doyoung laughs, his head thrown back with utter glee, "at home. I meant what you like to do in your free time at home."

"Oh god! This place is rotting my brain!" You laugh along brightly. His heart skips a beat at the sound but his focus remains steadfast as you continue, "I like reading on my couch with a warm drink and no responsibilities. It's my favorite way to spend my free time. Well, that or lazing on my couch and watching the same shows over and over again."

He's been extremely lucky to carry on a conversation as smooth as this for this long because his plan was to simply avoid eye contact. Actually, it was to avoid looking at you all together. That is, until you laughed and he couldn't deny himself of the simple pleasure of seeing you happy. His breath catches and he feels his brain begin to malfunction.

"Yeah, I like reading too. I've been doing it my whole life. Well, since I was about four years old or so. My parents said I was quick to pick up on it and I've just been doing it ever since. I love books, spend about an hour a week at least walking around the bookstore on the corner of the block where I work. It's such a privilege, being able to read…" he trails off as if finally hearing his own nervous rambling.

You blink once, then twice before a polite smile comes across your features and you breathe out a tense breath, "look, Doyoung, I really don't want to be rude but I really need to get this off my chest."

He nods nervously as you adjust your position on the couch. Now looking more reserved and like you're trying to create an emotional distance between you and your current partner. Doyoung's heart drops into his stomach as you start apprehensively, your eyes locked on the flames in the pit, "I understand that the summer is just beginning and we haven't known each other long, but I don't think you like me. I was talking to the girls earlier and trying to get some insight on us and you, but the Doyoung I talk to isn't the one that they know. I don't want you to force anything and you're able to talk to the other girls with more ease. So by all means, don't let me hold you back. You're a good guy. I want you to be happy."

You nod decisively, lifting your eyes from flames to meet his own eyes, looking far more somber than he'd ever like to see you, "we can stay coupled up until you find someone who's better suited to you."

You stand and smile at him softly, extending your hand, "friends?"

He blinks rapidly, having lost the ability to speak with the thick knot in his throat. His hand is unexpectedly cold against your own, but his fingers soft, his touch gentle.

Your breath catches in your throat, "friends it is."

Doyoung hides his face with his hands, "I'm so disappointed with myself."

He inhales deeply, his exhale coming out shaky as he drops his hands to reveal his red-rimmed eyes, "I should have told her how she made me feel. I should have told her that just looking at her makes me lose half the function of my brain, she makes me forget how to breathe, I'm not myself around her. I should have told her that all I can do is think about her, talk about her, dream of her."

"I swear I'm not crazy," he laughs bitterly as his hand quickly wipes a tear, "I've heard my parents love story since I was a kid. My parents saw each other on their commute home from work on the same train. My dad always said it was love at first sight. That he fell in love with the way my mom radiated warmth even though she was beat after a long day. They spoke for the first time the next time they saw each other, missed their stops, and I-I've always wanted a story like that."

He sniffles, "I thought I had it. I saw her standing on that heart the first day and my heart skipped a beat. I guess I got ahead of myself and got too hopeful."

Leaning back against the comfortable chair of the confessional, you sigh, "I'm not completely done talking to Doyoung. I haven't written him off at all. Lots of people become friends then lovers, don't they?"

"It's one of my favorite tropes, so I'm not too upset," you smile at the camera, your nail trapped between your teeth before you shrug casually.

a/n: obviously this isn't the end hehehe! We still have challenges, lots of feelings, and yeah, some angst to look forward to. Not to worry! Doyoung will get his girl! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3

taglist! @prettypeachyplease @btnliaa feel free to comment or send me an ask if you'd like to be added!

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summary: You came onto Love Island optimistic and excited to fall head over heels in love during the hottest summer of your life! It's just that, you're coupled up with Doyoung who can hardly a conversation with you. You think his head is with the other girls but you couldn't be more wrong...

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa. Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!

dividers from pxrce-lain and saradika-graphics

"Ladies! I heard you all called for a bombshell!" A deep voice calls out from the dock.

Immediately you gasp, jumping up from the couch as you stride toward the voice. "A new guy?!" Angie screeches with delight as she races past you, sandals flying off her feet in her hurry to get to the owner of the new voice.

"A new guy?" Jake echoes somewhere behind you, sounding much less excited than Angie.

Four days in the villa and you suspect the viewers must be thinking you've all been completely removed from all civilization and already going insane as you all rush toward the new, tanned hunk. He stands tall with a handsome grin as he greets all of you. It's impossible to keep your eyes off the oily sheen over his well-built chest as he sits at the center of the fire pit bench, but you try nonetheless.

"Tell us about yourself," Noah grins.

"I'm Carlos. I'm 28 years old and from California," he provides, completely at ease with everyone's attention on him.

You remember walking into the villa with your heart racing and your palms sweating. You'd held Zoe's hand so tight as you both walked in that she admitted to you the next day that it was still slightly sore.

And yet, all that nervousness melted into a calming warmth when your eyes laid on Doyoung for the first time. He was tall, totally gorgeous, and had the most breathtaking smile you had ever seen. There was no other choice in your mind, this man was going to be yours by the end of the summer. Maybe even earlier if everything worked out.

He had nervously introduced himself to all the girls, answering every question the host, Ariana, asked him. His answers were short, hidden behind awkward laughter and bashful neck rubbing, but it worked for you. You were endeared by his timidity and you were hopeful for a potential future with him. Apparently, you were the only girl to think so as you were the only girl who stepped forward to couple up with him. What a lucky match!

Maybe if you'd have just had the chance to have a real conversation with him before coupling up with him… because as it turned out, Doyoung was just as shy one on one as he was in front of a group. At least, with you he was.

You had obviously pulled him for a private conversation once the first coupling was complete. You sat close enough to see the bright pink stained across his cheeks and started the conversation by asking, "so, Doyoung, tell me about your life back home."

"I have a family," he answers simply, "in Korea."

You nod encouragingly, extending your hand to begin to drag your manicured nail over the length of his forearm flirtatiously, "I remember you saying that. Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes."

"Oh how nice, I do too. Do you have brothers or sisters? Both?" You ask hopefully.

Doyoung lets out a shaky breath, "a brother."

"Is he younger or older than you?" You try again, masking how thrown off by his short answers you are.

"He's older," Doyoung answers, his eyes nervously darting to whatever is behind you.

Right, so clearly he isn't into you if he can't even look at you. He's probably eyeing up the girls around the villa, you think to yourself. You withdraw your touch and exhale through your nose before painting on a polite smile despite feeling defeated, "I need to refill my water bottle and catch up with the girls."

"She touched my arm and my brain short circuited. She stole my ability to speak with the touch of one finger alone," Doyoung confesses openly to the camera.

He ruffles his fingers through his hair and laughs dishearteningly, "honestly, she's just the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and she chose me! I still can't believe it. I just need to learn to keep my cool around her."

He exhales a long sigh and looks into the lens with reddened cheeks, "And it totally didn't help that she was practically half naked in her bikini. I guess I'll have to get used to that… Shit— I hope my mom doesn't watch that."

The conversation all the girls are having with Carlos under the gazebo now, three days later, could not be more different. Carlos is clearly at ease and alert, listening to every single thing all the girls are saying, asking questions, just being an all around willing conversation participant.

"So remind me again who the couples are," Carlos asks.

Amelia speaks up, a manicured finger pointing at each of the guys through her explanation, "I'm coupled up with Noah, Angie and Peter are coupled up, Zoe and Jake are a couple, and Carmen and Theo. Oh! And Doyoung is the one half-hidden in the pantry, he's coupled up with this beauty beside me."

You laugh as she bumps your shoulder, Carlos turns his gaze to you with an arched brow, "how's that going?"

You exhale and paint on a tight smile, "he's nice… it's just slow moving."

"Very slow," Carmen mumbles under her breath, earning a shoulder bump from you.

Carlos' face shows his amusement clear as day, "what does that mean?"

You groan, dragging your hands down your face in frustration, "Doyoung is nice. He is so nice, but he doesn't talk! I ask him questions to get to know him and he hardly says more than ten words at a time! And it's just me! According to everyone else, he is capable of having a normal conversation. I think he just doesn't like me."

"Oh, that's definitely not what I s—" Carlos begins before Theo comes running over to interrupt.

"Carlos! Come join us in the kitchen, bro," Theo gets out through panting breaths.

Carlos nods, adjusting his shorts as he stands,"I'll talk to you lovely ladies later." You can only watch on with a displeased pout as the two men walk away. Stupid production team.

Doyoung wrings his hands together nervously in the kitchen, heart racing with anxiety as Carlos approaches the group. Doyoung hardly waits for Carlos to have a seat before he's spitting out, "are you going to steal my partner?"

Jake chokes on a chip as he laughs, "Jesus! Let the guy at least sit down, Doyoung!"

Carlos laughs along with the rest of the guys, doing absolutely nothing to quell the anxiety crawling it's way up Doyoung's throat. Carlos finally looks at Doyoung and the smile drops from his face sympathetically. Doyoung is being dead serious, so much so that he looks like he's going to be sick all over the counter. Carlos holds his hands up, "I've been watching, bro. Trust me, I have no intention of stepping on the guy who admitted to being in love on night one."

Doyoung's cheeks go pink at the memory. Just three nights ago he's stumbled into the bedroom with all the guys, curled over and clutched his chest, "God, I think I've fallen in love!"

It's the very same reenactment that Jake and Noah are performing right beside him extremely dramatically. Doyoung laughs along sarcastically, finding the very slightest bit of humor in the situation, but he can't do much else. If all goes well, he'll be living with these guys for two months. He doesn't want to have the reputation of being the stick in the mud and he knows the guys don't have I'll intentions. He can agree that he was definitely… excited the night he'd made that announcement.

"I know that's a super crazy thing to say after only knowing her for a few hours, but she's something out of a dream," Doyoung explains to the camera before chuckling to himself, "okay, I was being totally dramatic. Trust me, I'm not crazy or trying to love bomb anyone. I'm just totally and completely enamored by her."

"I know I'm getting my karma in spades with the idiots I'm living with poking fun at me all the time," staring at the corner of the confession room, "I don't really have much of a choice about who I confide in here. At the very least, I know the guys are all living a very similar story right now so someday they'll all have their own break downs for me to imitate."

"Can I give you some insight?" Carlos offers to Doyoung, stealing a chip from Peter's bowl. Doyoung nods eagerly and Carlos winces softly as he slumps against the back of the chair, "she thinks you don't like her."

Doyoung's jaw drops, unable to find any words at the revelation. The air has been completely stolen from his lungs. How could you possibly think that when he's half way to being in love with you after four days?! Surely, this is another joke. Carlos is lying to get the upper hand and get in his head!

"How the hell is that even possible if all he does is gush about her unprompted?" Peter asks with his face screwed up in confusion.

"Well," the bombshell draws out, "according to her, you don't like to talk a whole lot. She said you're able to carry on conversations with everyone else in the villa, but your conversations with her are awkward. Maybe she thinks you prefer one of the other girls."

"I don't care about them!" Doyoung snaps immediately, earning side eyes from the guys and even drawing the attention from the girls lounging across the lawn. "Sorry," Doyoung sheepishly apologizes, "I just— I clam up around her. I forget how to talk, how to breathe, and humans are biologically engineered to breathe! She steals my breath away."

"That was so romantic bro," Noah nods with slow appreciation.

"So then what's the plan?" Theo asks, propping his hip against the counter.

"I have to get out of my head, show her how much I like her, show her that she's the only girl for me," Doyoung states, his confidence growing with every word.

He repeats that to himself for the whole day until your nightly gathering and his mind goes absolutely blank as you descend the stairs hand in hand with Angie. You look like you're coming down from heaven to bless him with your presence, an absolute angel.

You approach him with a glossy smile and hope in your eyes. You're always hopeful that your next interaction with Doyoung will be better than the last.

"Beautiful," Doyoung mumbles lowly.

"What was that?" You ask, leaning in to give him a full inhalation of your addicting perfume.

"N-nothing," he stammers in reply.

The hopeful look in your eyes dims and his heart squeezes as you dejectedly respond with a soft, "oh, okay."

For the rest of the night, he's in his head, trying to give himself silent pep talks so he can show you just how much he likes you. He breathes in deeply, downing the last of his wine before he starts across the table confidently.

Then, like an ice cold glass of water has been poured in his face, he hears you say, "Carlos, can I pull you for a chat?"

Doyoung just watches on as you and Carlos wander over to the swing bench. He's at least a little grateful it's happening in his line of sight and not upstairs where the two of you could get up to whatever your hearts desired.

He's hardly subtle about looking at you and Carlos, drawn into conversation by Amelia shaking his shoulder harshly, "hello? We're asking you what your least favorite food is. Or are we distracting you from the show?"

"Yeah, actually if you could all keep it down so I can listen," he jokes before sighing and resting his elbows against the table, "I absolutely abhor cucumbers."

Carmen reaches across the table and places a hand on Doyoung's shoulder, "it's just a harmless chat."

"Does she like him?" Doyoung asks, looking Carmen in the eye.

"This is their first one on one conversation, it's impossible to say. The girls all think he's handsome though, but I doubt anyone would disagree," she replies casually.

His fingers slide into his hair with stress, "so they're just going to run off into the sunset with their beautiful faces and leave me in the dust! Great!"

"Or you could, you know, carry on a normal conversation with her like you do with us," Zoe suggests with clear sarcasm, "just a thought."

Doyoung keeps his gaze locked on his nails, perched nervously on the cushion of the confessional chair. "I know Zoe is right. Carlos was too about just speaking to her like she's a normal human being, but I just can't. I can't get out of my head," Doyoung mumbles disappointingly.

"It's not her fault by any means and it's certainly too early for me to sit here wallowing about a missed connection when I haven't even put my best foot forward yet, but I guess I'm more frustrated with myself. I want her to know how much I like her, I want her to feel the connection I feel— I just need to make it clear."

He rests one elbow on his knee and mulls over his thoughts before speaking to the camera again, "I have a plan."

You can't have been talking to Carlos for more than 15 minutes before Doyoung makes his way over and smiles brightly to hide his nerves, "sorry Carlos, but I'd love to steal her for a chat."

"No worries," Carlos reassures, giving you a pat on the hand, "it was nice talking to you."

You wave goodbye and turn your attention to Doyoung, "where should we go?"

"Say less?" Doyoung suggests, referring to the area just off the dock with lush greenery and a small fire pit.

You nod, "lead the way."

Behind you, your fellow Islanders grow quiet the further you walk away from them. It takes less than a minute for you to feel the warmth of the fire and find a comfortable position with your legs folded beside you on the couch that encircles the pit. "So," you start, sipping your wine, "what's up?"

"I thought it would be nice for us to get to know each other. You know, seeing as we're coupled up and all that," Doyoung gets out steadily.

You hide your surprise around the rim of your cup and clear your throat softly, "what do you want to know then?"

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

"I try to sneak in naps in the shade," you answer sheepishly.

Doyoung laughs, his head thrown back with utter glee, "at home. I meant what you like to do in your free time at home."

"Oh god! This place is rotting my brain!" You laugh along brightly. His heart skips a beat at the sound but his focus remains steadfast as you continue, "I like reading on my couch with a warm drink and no responsibilities. It's my favorite way to spend my free time. Well, that or lazing on my couch and watching the same shows over and over again."

He's been extremely lucky to carry on a conversation as smooth as this for this long because his plan was to simply avoid eye contact. Actually, it was to avoid looking at you all together. That is, until you laughed and he couldn't deny himself of the simple pleasure of seeing you happy. His breath catches and he feels his brain begin to malfunction.

"Yeah, I like reading too. I've been doing it my whole life. Well, since I was about four years old or so. My parents said I was quick to pick up on it and I've just been doing it ever since. I love books, spend about an hour a week at least walking around the bookstore on the corner of the block where I work. It's such a privilege, being able to read…" he trails off as if finally hearing his own nervous rambling.

You blink once, then twice before a polite smile comes across your features and you breathe out a tense breath, "look, Doyoung, I really don't want to be rude but I really need to get this off my chest."

He nods nervously as you adjust your position on the couch. Now looking more reserved and like you're trying to create an emotional distance between you and your current partner. Doyoung's heart drops into his stomach as you start apprehensively, your eyes locked on the flames in the pit, "I understand that the summer is just beginning and we haven't known each other long, but I don't think you like me. I was talking to the girls earlier and trying to get some insight on us and you, but the Doyoung I talk to isn't the one that they know. I don't want you to force anything and you're able to talk to the other girls with more ease. So by all means, don't let me hold you back. You're a good guy. I want you to be happy."

You nod decisively, lifting your eyes from flames to meet his own eyes, looking far more somber than he'd ever like to see you, "we can stay coupled up until you find someone who's better suited to you."

You stand and smile at him softly, extending your hand, "friends?"

He blinks rapidly, having lost the ability to speak with the thick knot in his throat. His hand is unexpectedly cold against your own, but his fingers soft, his touch gentle.

Your breath catches in your throat, "friends it is."

Doyoung hides his face with his hands, "I'm so disappointed with myself."

He inhales deeply, his exhale coming out shaky as he drops his hands to reveal his red-rimmed eyes, "I should have told her how she made me feel. I should have told her that just looking at her makes me lose half the function of my brain, she makes me forget how to breathe, I'm not myself around her. I should have told her that all I can do is think about her, talk about her, dream of her."

"I swear I'm not crazy," he laughs bitterly as his hand quickly wipes a tear, "I've heard my parents love story since I was a kid. My parents saw each other on their commute home from work on the same train. My dad always said it was love at first sight. That he fell in love with the way my mom radiated warmth even though she was beat after a long day. They spoke for the first time the next time they saw each other, missed their stops, and I-I've always wanted a story like that."

He sniffles, "I thought I had it. I saw her standing on that heart the first day and my heart skipped a beat. I guess I got ahead of myself and got too hopeful."

Leaning back against the comfortable chair of the confessional, you sigh, "I'm not completely done talking to Doyoung. I haven't written him off at all. Lots of people become friends then lovers, don't they?"

"It's one of my favorite tropes, so I'm not too upset," you smile at the camera, your nail trapped between your teeth before you shrug casually.

a/n: obviously this isn't the end hehehe! We still have challenges, lots of feelings, and yeah, some angst to look forward to. Not to worry! Doyoung will get his girl! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3

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Wait guys,,,, LI Haechan and fellow islander!reader are highkey giving frat!Haechan and Sweets… if they were dating…… and if they were in an alternate universe…… and on love island……..

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so haechan's pt 1 is done and already long as hell (snippet below the cut) buttttt since I had already said they were loved by the public, will adding fake tweets make the fic too long? what do you guys think?

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Wait guys,,,, LI Haechan and fellow islander!reader are highkey giving frat!Haechan and Sweets… if they were dating…… and if they were in an alternate universe…… and on love island……..

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putting in a shift today and updating the masterlists... was no one going to tell me the dream masterlist had the wrong header??? is it just hehe and haha at kiki on this blog???

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Ok I’ve updated it now, pls forgive me🧎🏻‍♀️

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putting in a shift today and updating the masterlists... was no one going to tell me the dream masterlist had the wrong header??? is it just hehe and haha at kiki on this blog???