"Uh, Y/N, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable yesterday." Doyoung says to me.
"Oh no, it's fine, I'm sorry I kinda, blew you off." I respond. My cheeks began to get warm.
"Its okay." He sighs, we laughed.
"Um, what's happening here?" Taeyong ask, as he walks into the house. He had one of his hands scratching the back of his head.
We were the only 3 in the house. The other's were outside playing ball on the beach.
Me and Doyoung look at each other than back to Taeyong. I was about to respond but, before either of us could speak Yuta walks in.
"What's happening is Y/N's gonna play volleyball with me and help my team win." Yuta says, grabbing my hand and dragging me outside the house. I glance once more at the boys before I'm fully out the door.
On the shore, Johnny and Jaehyun are on one side of a vine net, Johnny's holding a beach ball that washed up the other day. Me and Yuta are on the other side readying ourselves to win this match.
On the other hand, there's Mark, who is running to try to escape from Donghyuck, who is going to throw him in the ocean.
And lastly, there's Jungwoo who's sunbathing on beach chairs made from sticks.
Yes, it was a seemingly peaceful day on the island but like all good things, it couldn't last forever.
In the distance there was a small hum. A hum of an airplane engine.
"Guys, look! A plane!" Mark screams,
"Let's get its attention!" Johnny yells.
Everyone drops what they're doing and runs towards the S.O.S. sign.
We all jump and flail our arms as the plane flies past.
It just flies past.
It doesn't stop. It doesn't notice us.
It just flies past.
Sadness begins to fill all of us up.
"I can't believe it didn't see us." Jungwoo whines.
Taeyong looks at everyone, he looks more upset and broken than all of us.
"It's okay guys, maybe next time." Doyoung reassures.
"And if not?" Jaehyun questions. We all look down. 'Why did it have to be like this, why can't we just be happy?' I thought,
"I'm going to go for a walk." I say, leaving the group. I needed to clear my head.
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Island 127
FanfictieImagine you're stranded on a deserted island. Good, now imagine you're stranded on a deserted island with 8!! hot men. "Looks like we'll be here for awhile." I say. "We might have to start repopulating." Johnny speaks, with a wink and an obvious smi...
