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* /Â saintshenâ !Â
I didnât ask Saint almost says to him, only swallowing it back down after the last possible moment. Heâs glad that it gets cut off, and heâs glad that heâs managing to show some restraint for now, because the way that it feels with his arm wrapped around Roo is so nice. Drawing a deep breath of his sweet scent, Saint lets his cheek rest against his hair and eyes flutter shut along with it. âIâm okay too?â They both make it sound like a question, and neither of them has to answer it for it to be answered. At least thatâs how it feels to Saint, and how he hopes that it continues to feel throughout their night. Heâs lonely. He misses his best friend, and he misses their tiny bed. It feels good to be so close to someone again. âThings are kind of weird in this place.â He whispers that, quiet.
itâs making him a stupid, inexplicable kind of emotional -- sharing a bed with saint. for someone so accustomed to a lavish lifestyle which allows him king beds on his own with room to spare, he kind of likes it, he decides. he thought he couldâve liked it with henry too, though, so he cuddles back closer as if scared itâll end much too soon. âi hate it, a little,â he giggles, hand dancing along saintâs forearm. it feels good to admit that heâs not liking it as much here as he initially thought he would. it isnât that heâs letting henry ruin it for him -- roo is too self centered to allow such a thing -- but he didnât expect to find himself in fights that werenât staged or self-initiated out of sheer boredom. but henry was mean and said nasty things and thatâs not why rooâs at the villa, is it? âyou do like me, donât you?â roo, were he feeling more himself, may have added a âsportâ or âkiddoâ for entertainment value. roo isnât feeling very roo.
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* /Â hyuntceâ !Â
Trying to remain neutral, to remain soft, to remain gentled in that way that his voice wraps around his words is almost impossible when Roo is speaking to him the way that he is. Barely-contained anger and hurt hidden beneath a fucking facade like it matters so much it has to be contained, and Henry can feel himself grow bitter with it, the taste just off the edge of his tongue something foul. Roo sneers at him, and he knows that on some level he probably deserves it, but he also knows that on many, he doesnât. âActually, I found something I liked better before I fucked you. Then after, it was finally mine, and you never were. So.â He doesnât mean to sound so clipped, so harsh, but itâs hard not to when this is the first time since he set foot on this fucking show that heâs been happy, and suddenly heâs the bad guy for it. Well, let him be. Let him be Rooâs âbad guyâ this season just like he was Krystaâs last season, and let it fester, because apparently thatâs all people want of their wounds around here. No resolution. âStop pretending like you wanted me for anything besides potential gain. Youâve been on my proverbial cock since before you even got an invitation to be on Love Island, and now youâre going to act like a scorned lover because you chose me and I didnât give you what you wanted in return. Guess what, Roo? Thatâs the way the game works. You donât get what you want. Connections fall through. Sometimes itâs just a fuck, and thatâs all itâs supposed to be. I am sorry that Iâve hurt you. Thatâs all Iâm sorry for, though.â
temperamental on a good day, rooâs accustomed to fighting fire with fire. of course he knows heâs agitating an already tentative situation. maybe he subconsciously wanted a fight, though, now that heâs got one he isnât sure what to do with it. gone is the gentle, shy henry who blushed when roo got a little filthy. the henry he sees now is as much a stranger as perhaps they should have remained all along. if he gets venom, heâs going to be vile in return. âtrust me, weâre all well aware. half the nation spent the last few weeks of season one watching you pine for that something better and get nothing in return. it was sad. sweet, even. well congratu-fucking-lations! youâve worked it out, somehow! i really donât care to know the details. all iâm saying is that with the way things happened and with the way you decided we couldnât have just had a civil conversation about it earlier than this, weâre not going to be âokayâ like you asked. end of.â the hard set of his jaw and squaring of his shoulders says otherwise. âi wanted you for a good time! thatâs all. i enjoyed spending time with you? is that so fucking complicated? so shame me for being a little thirsty or for going after someone i fancied the look of. go right ahead! at least one of us had the balls and didnât spend weeks pussyfooting around waiting for fate to show her hand.â he takes a deep breath, bringing his voice down from its dangerous volume where he knows itâll give way to tremors if heâs not careful. ânow, you can take those apologies and shove them up your arse because i donât want them. i donât need them. again, iâm not hurt . iâm annoyed. and iâd really appreciate it if you took care to remember that so i donât have to say it another time, please.â

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* /Â saintshenâ !Â
Why there seems to be a tension building between them that cannot be cut with the same flirtatious banter as they usually bounce back and forth is beyond Saint, but he decides to settle into it rather than shy away from it. Maybe thereâs more to it than he can see on the surface, and maybe that soft cast to Rooâs features isnât something that he wants to try to exploit for once. It goes quite well along with his own, making him swallow a little, and he pretends now like heâs been pretending since the beginning that none of this is having an impact on his self worth. That he wonât let this competition and his resulting feelings about it define him in any way. âYeah.â A breath, a word, and he props himself up against the pillows. If Roo is the little spoon, then heâll be the big one, patting the space against his chest and unfolding an arm for him to curl himself up against. They might as well get used to it now, because thereâs a sudden vulnerability in him that he needs to nurture, to allow himself to feel, even if itâs only for now, and even if itâs only for in the dark. âWeâre worth more, you know?â Than their shitty partners last week. Maybe they can make this week better.
roo folds, both physically and otherwise, yielding to the embrace despite the relative lack of buildup. his sigh is as heavy as it is involuntary, fluttering from parted lips along with a tight shut of his eyes. contact is as difficult as he thought it might be. itâs far more tempting to let the sting of rejection pierce his heart when he has the physical support of strong arms bracketing around him. very worried he might do something stupid like pout or, worse, cry, roo shifts himself around until heâs not facing saint anymore. itâs much easier to hide, that way. he reaches back for his arm and tugs it around him still, wanting to be properly spooned, back to front. âiâm fine,â he offers to saint in a response to a question he hasnât exactly been asked. âlike, iâm okay?â maybe he isnât. maybe he really, really, isnât. but if his voice shakes, saint doesnât have to know.
* /Â hyuntceâ !
The implication in Rooâs tone stings as if heâd reached out and slapped him. Henry flinches away from it, knowing that at the end of the day he isnât going to be able to make up for the honesty of that one statement alone, and it makes him sad in a way that he canât quite explain. Throat a bit thick with it, he attempts to clear it before he opens his mouth up to speak again, not wanting to allow it to be heard too blatantly in his tone lest it be mistaken for something itâs not. He doesnât pity Roo, but he does wish there were a way to explain how he feels to him in terms that arenât going to make him a second choice. Or a third choice, as the case may be. âIâm sorry.â He repeats it again, whispered, and when reaches up to touch his face, he stops his fingers just shy of tracing against his cheekbones. He knows he shouldnât. âI didnât just lose interest after we â after we did what we did. It wasnât like I⌠I got what I wanted out of you and then decided to drop you. Please, believe me â that was never what I was here for, Roo.â Feelings developed between him, Baby and Minkyu have been a long time coming so far as heâs concerned, and perhaps they have gotten in the way of other connections he couldâve made with people such as Roo, but he still canât bring himself to regret it.
âoh, save it,â roo sneers, having no time for what he feels is fake sympathy. apologies are self serving and heâs not about to let henry absolve himself that easily. let him feel bad, let it fester. let his happy coupling come with the edge of rooâs annoyance in the back of his mind. âi donât want to hear it. the only other option is that you werenât even interested in me in the first place and iâd much rather consider myself a fleeting fancy than just a physical distraction while you sorted shit out.â having said it out loud, the latter feels more accurate anyways. clearly henryâs interests were wrapped up elsewhere for the duration; they were never rooâs to begin with. his upset truly isnât coming from a place of feelings or, god forbid, heartbreak. nothing had been given the time nor nourishment for even a crush. attraction, sure. a spark. henry and roo were potential energy with a platform upon which to springboard but, instead, henry knocked the supports out from under them. he meant it when he said he felt like his choice had been useless. for being someone so frivolous and spoiled, he hates to waste. âyou canât paint this to be anything other than what it is, henry. we met, we fucked, and then you found something that you liked better. it is what it is -- iâm not going to cry myself to sleep over it. itâs done.â
* /Â saintshenâ !Â
It doesnât take a genius to notice that his flirtations and vile allusions are not meeting that same mark they usually do, and while normally Saint would not make it his mission to find out why, thereâs just something about the tension between him and Roo that fit just right for him to feel obligated. Shifting his position on their bed, he props his head up in one of his hands and watches him with dark, unreadable eyes. âItâs okay to want to just sleep. I was only flirting with you.â He doesnât need to say that, and yet somehow he feels like he does at the same time. Maybe heâs gotten the wrong impression from his interactions with Roo thus far â it certainly wouldnât be the first time heâs misread something, and it certainly wouldnât be the first time heâs misread something on this show in particular. A trickle of uncertainty shows in his features, baby face slightly vulnerable, for whatever thatâs worth. âI really want to cuddle. I havenât been cuddled in weeks.â
i know you were flirting, roo wants to snap. thereâs something wound up within him, coiled and not in a way that would lead to a fun release. he much prefers the tension him and saint initially had to this confusing inward reflecting. roo hadnât expected to get caught up in the game of love island. âiâm not sure what i want,â roo confesses in a moment of bluntness. he backtracks quickly so as not to assign it too much depth. âmuch as i love sleep, your idea of a wakeup call doesnât sound awful so itâll depend on my mood in the morning.â rooâs gaze follows saint downward, locking eyes for a moment. he blinks twice, three times. the expression he finds makes roo think that maybe heâs not the only one putting on a show up on a tightrope. âwe can cuddle,â he allows himself to meet saint halfway, to coddle the fluttering nerves he reads on his face. âi havenât either.â itâs telling -- a hidden explanation for his moodiness. despite having been coupled with someone he was into, in whatever sense he defines it, roo was feeling wholly untouched. he leans a knee onto the bed, as if he means to join saint, to lay on top of him. âdid you mean now?â
* /Â hyuntceâ !
âOkay. Sorry.â Henry murmurs the apology, looking for all the world to be a kicked puppy in the face of Rooâs anger. Maybe thereâs something that he did do wrong in all of this, and heâs just missing out on it because heâs too dense to see it. The thought makes him squirm a little bit, and sweat from the mid-afternoon heat gathers at his brow. âIâd like for us to be okay, and I havenât meant to be avoiding you, Roo. I promise I was just dealing with other things.â Preoccupied is that way that he would describe himself as being, and they both know by now that it was preoccupation with somebody â two somebodies â that kept his attention so thoroughly. âAre you angry with me?â
the apology isnât acknowledged beyond the silent appreciation for the way henry uses his preferred nickname when he next speaks. the semantics of what heâd like to be called arenât the focus of his ire. âi donât think intention is particularly relevant. youâve been avoiding me, whether you meant to or not, and i think i at least deserved to know why.â other things he knows to me other people. while rooâs spent the latter half of this coupling alone, henryâs clearly been all kinds of âbusyâ. âiâm not angry,â roo drawls and thereâs a coolness tinting his voice thatâs more threatening than if heâd shouted. âiâm annoyed. disappointed, perhaps.â he rolls his neck, pondering his next statement thoroughly. âif i knew my first choice was going to be wasted, i wouldâve gone with roy. at least he still seemed interested after he fucked me. maybe he wouldnât have been voted off if weâd been a pair instead.â
* /Â saintshenâ !Â
âAny other rules for the bedroom that I should know about?â Flirting with Roo comes naturally enough that it doesnât seem out of context even when heâs being serious, and Saint allows it to hang in the air even as he leaps into their bed. Sprawling his limbs out, he looks over at him, dark hair flopping over his forehead as he affords him a cheeky sort of grin. âWould you say waking you up with my mouth is âunexpectedâ? Iâm even giving you forewarning now.â Where the air of playfulness he usually has with Aroon has gone, Saint isnât certain, but heâs hoping that it will return to them sooner rather than later. This pairing will be almost as boring as his last one if that isnât the case, and heâd spent the majority of it not even seeing his partner, so thatâs not hard to beat.Â
âwe donât exactly have easy access to collars, paddles or harnesses so i canât imagine weâll need any of my other rules, no.â the natural and filthy devolution of their conversation comes easily and it brings the curl of a smile to his lips. itâd take someone astute to notice that it doesnât reach his eyes. âwhy donât you try it? see how it ends up for you?â roo quirks his head to one side but makes no move to join saint on their bed. he knows to do so would likely lead to touching -- he has sat on the otherâs lap before, after all -- but roo isnât sure he wants to be touched right now. he isnât sure of a lot of things and it shows. he feels bad that it shows. âsorry,â he offers in an uncharacteristic soft lilt. âi havenât been sleeping well. one good nightâs sleep and iâll be back to trying to get you to rail me, i promise.âÂ

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* / hyuntce !Â
Henry is on cloud nine. He has been ever since the coupling ceremony, so much so that it doesnât even occur to him that there might be some others who arenât quite as ecstatic about the results as he is. Little does he know, the dark and storm aura surrounding Roo when he sees him has more to do with that than anything else, and he finds it difficult to wrap his head around it as he looks down at his hands in his lap. It feels⌠strange, tense. âAre we okay, Aroon?â It seems like he might already know the answer to that, but part of him still doesnât want to believe that he cares about him past a couple of sloppy pseudo-public fucks. It was never meant to go anywhere past that, at least for Henry. / @arccnâ.
âroo.â his correction is clipped and lacks all of the musical whimsy typical of his carefree personality. itâs hard to pinpoint the cause for his self-imposed misery. heâs not offended they arenât paired. he doesnât even mind how his coupling has ended up. thereâs just this nagging feeling that heâs been wronged somehow that permeates his thoughts and leads to him turning up a nose at henryâs questioning. âdo you think weâre okay, henry? really?â heâs well aware he sounds like a jilted lover. he doesnât mean to -- itâs just difficult to rein in his temper when it has every reason to flare and fury. âyouâve been avoiding me since even before the coupling so i was under the impression we werenât.â
* / @saintshenâ !
it isnât that he wouldnât have picked saint. in that sense, the âluck of the drawâ worked in his favor. itâs more that he wasnât so sure he wanted to be coupled at all. let him risk being voted off; the whole concept seemed more trouble than it was worth if it left him feeling this sulky. it was just a little shitty to have your first choice pick throw it back in your face. roo hadnât even done anything wrong, yet! still, heâs trying not to seem too stroppy about the whole thing, lest viewers back home get the horribly off impression that roo had something like âfeelingsâ for henry. âi have rules for the bedroom,â he announces to saint as they shift their few things onto the now-shared bed. âiâm little spoon. i get most of the covers. donât wake me up unexpectedly unless you want to be kicked. my safe word is lemonade. and if you have plans to go sleep without me on the beach, at least let me know so i can sprawl in the middle of the bed, as i deserve.âÂ
* /Â ttaeycngâ !
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tae was making it a point to know everyone in the villa , and there had been a few ( very handsome ) faces that he had yet to introduce himself to . he had gone through the list in it head , picking out those whom he hadnât met , and decided on one roo . the male finds him lounged in the living room , his long , lanky body sprawled out on the cushions . taeyang finds a spot amongst his legs and plops down , a bright smile beaming at roo . â hi . â he says quickly . â iâve made it a point to get to know everyone here , and i have yet to know you . so . . here i am . â
heâs in a bit of a mood -- itâs a dramatic one and maybe a little self serving but still, a mood, and he feels like heâs entitled to it. he almost pities saint for being the one who is going to have to bear the brunt of rooâs fickle emotions but the emphasis is on almost. itâs a little too selfless to worry about how others are going to perceive him and his antics. as heâs joined in his languid moping by one of his housemates, he withers a sigh thatâs a performative notch louder than strictly necessary. âhow lucky for me then,â he muses nonetheless, taking in an eyeful of the not-quite-stranger. itâs impossible to live together for as long as they all have and not know of someone and to say the other had a certain look that required a little extra attention would be an understatement. âhow would you like to know me? iâm an open book.â roo falls into the purr of flirtation like itâs a second (or third, or fourth, or fifth) language.
* /Â basherhqâ !
     the villa . finally , everything basher wanted and more . he called it a vacation - told his whole family that he was going to be on reality television , and when they rolled their eyes , as they often did , he shook their head and grinned in the face of their cynicism . more often than not , he was doing things for the benefit of others , whether he knew that consciously , but making his family at home proud had simply been cut out of the equation . love island was simply giving him the life he had wanted for so long , but with added ⌠cameras . heâd only been moved in for about a week and seemed to find himself by the pool more than he cared to admit , which made this afternoon a bit more mundane than the others he had experienced . lounging , drinking , observing - that day , he was doing all three .today , basher was found stretched out by the pool , sipping on something fruity , until he looked up from his phone , eyes meeting anotherâs . â thereâs a method to all this madness , you know , â he started, looking back down at the tweet heâd been drafting for the past fifteen minutes . â dodge the cameras until you look ⌠as good as you do right now , actually . â @arccnâ
thereâs a towel slung around his neck, a slathering of suntan oil on his bare chest and designer swim trunks donned for the occasion. itâs a pool kind of day, sunny heat making for the perfect excuse to be rid of his clothes. to say heâs confident in his lithe figure may be an understatement; he likes to show off and thereâs no shame in that. thankfully, someone notices. eyelashes flutter down in the direction of the speaker as he lifts a hand to serve as a makeshift visor from the sun (he makes a note to go back and fetch his uselessly expensive aviators). âlucky me,â roo purrs, deeming his company attractive enough to entertain, âi always look this good. think iâm only here because i make for good television, even when iâm doing absolutely nothing.â his smile goes wry, playful. âyouâd know what thatâs like though, wouldnât you?â

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what's your favorite thing about the villa? what's your least favorite?
âthe people are my favorite â theyâre fun to talk to and easy to look at. least favorite would be the, uh, lack of private bedrooms. i shouldnât have to finesse my way into a comfortable bed for a lay! thatâs part of the game though, i get it.â
do you regret anything since coming to the villa? what is it and why?
âgetting my back blown out in the actual bathroom twice in close succession. i definitely donât regret the act but itâs making a few days of abstinence feel like a drought. iâm too pretty for that!â