San awoke the following morning to a light knock on the door. He groaned and draped his arm over his eyes to block out any light that was sure to follow.

And he was right. Light tried to break through the barrier seconds later and the bed next to him shifted. "Hey." Yeosang placed a hand on his leg. "How are you feeling?"

"Go away." San grumbled.

His friend snorted. "You must be feeling better. How's the side?"

"I don't know. Someone just woke me up." He sighed and went to sit up, making sure to move slow as he pushed himself off the bed. But something wasn't right...

Even the smallest of movements should have caused him some kind of discomfort. And yet... he sat up with no problem at all.

Yeosang gasped and immediately went to pull up San's shirt. "What the..."

San looked down and felt his eyes widen in shock.

All the bruising that had been there yesterday... was gone.

He pressed against his skin and there was still a little pain there, so something on the inside was still damaged, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it should have.

"What..." Yeosang said, shaking his head. "I don't..."

"Me neither..." San looked up  at his friend. He was starting to question his own sanity now. Had yesterday all been just a bad dream that Yeosang knew about as well? If that were true... then Wooyoung wasn't real either.

The thought of that concerned San even more than the fact that his side was magically healed. Which was ridiculous because he didn't even know the boy. Why should he care if he made up someone who was adorable, yet drop dead gorgeous at the same time? Of course Wooyoung would look perfect to him if he was a figment of San's imagination.

A scowl crossed his face and San flopped back down on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Yeosang leaned over, sounding panicked.

"He wasn't real, was he?" San said with a pout.

The older paused and opened his mouth in shock. "What?"

"Wooyoung. He wasn't real, was he? This all has to be a dream." San started absentmindedly running his hand over where his skin used to be ugly shades of purple and black.

"Wow." Yeosang stood up and moved away from the bed. "Are you that desperate that THAT'S what you're concerned about?" He started to laugh while clutching his stomach.

"Hey!" San sat up again and glared at his friend. "It's not like that!"

"It totally is! You should see how red your face is right now!"

San didn't know what was worse, the fact that there was some truth to Yeosang's statement and the fact that he hadn't slept with anyone in almost a year? Or the fact that Yeosang was getting so much joy from this that he was laughing this hard.

And Yeosang hardly ever laughed like this.

It made San scowl even more as he pushed himself out of bed and walked past his friend.

There were others in the kitchen who all stopped the second they saw him. San instantly forgot most of their names, but Chan did step forward and tilt his head a little. "San? How... Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." He grumbled, opening the fridge to try and get something to eat.

"How?" Jongho stepped forward from where he had been leaning against the counter. "You could barely walk yesterday!"

Laughing came from the hallway and they all turned to see Yeosang stumbling down it. "It's the m-magic of W-W-Wooyoung!" He fell to his knees and wrapped both arms around himself.

San kept his head in the fridge and tried really hard to not break something when the others chuckled as well.

"H-He cured him! All b-because he n-needs some d—"

San stood up and slammed the door shut. "Don't. Even. Think about it." He turned on Yeosang and pointed a finger at him.

The entire room burst into a fit of laughter, which sent San storming out back and onto the beach.

It was his own fault. San knew better than to voice things like that around Yeosang, but he couldn't help himself.

He plopped down in the sand and wrapped his arms around his knees. The regret he felt for agreeing to come on this trip started to bubble within him again. If he wasn't so easily manipulated by Yeosang, then none of this would have happened.

The ocean crashed against the sand in front of him, distracting him from his thoughts.

He had almost died yesterday... right there, in the very same water in front of him.

San's heart started to beat faster at the idea. He had almost died... and there was a chance that no one would have known. Yeosang would have been the only person to miss him too.

He shook his head slowly and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair. They were shaking more than he'd like to admit as the realization sunk in even more.

He had almost died yesterday. And he had done absolutely nothing with his life...

Everything seemed to slow, or at least dull, for San as he thought about what a disappointment he had turned out to be.

"San?" A soft voice came from beside him.

His head shot up and he looked over to see the exact thing he thought he had imagined this entire time.

"Wooyoung? What..." San shook his head in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

The boy bit his lip and shoved his bare toes into the sand in front of him. "You asked me if I would come back."

Still feeling dumbfounded, San shook his head and pushed himself off the sand. He noticed Wooyoung watching him carefully, his eyes flicking to San's side before returning to his face. There was a small shine to them that made San's heart beat hard against his chest. "Hi."

The cutest giggle came from Wooyoung and a wide smile crossed his face. "Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Honestly? I don't even know. I feel fine, but that shouldn't be possible..."

Wooyoung clasped his hands in front of him and tilted his head. "Anything is possible." He said quietly.

San paused once more. What on earth was going on? He took in Wooyoung one more time and noticed that he was wearing the same shirt San had given him yesterday. It was still inside out and now on backward. "Did you leave in a hurry this morning?"

"Huh?" Wooyoung tilted his head to the side in such a cute way that San had to press his lips together to keep from smiling.

"Your shirt. Well, my shirt. It's the same one I gave you yesterday. And you have it on wrong."

"Oh." Wooyoung's eyes grew wide and he started pulling the shirt off over his head. San hardly notice that Wooyoung had to study the shirt again before putting it back on. He was too distracted by Wooyoung's smooth, perfect skin and the abs that were now painfully obvious.

The thought that Yeosang was right poked at him from the back of his mind, but he quickly blocked it and looked down at the ground. "So... um, thank you again for yesterday." He smiled and saw a blush creep across Wooyoung cheeks. "This is sufficiently awkward, so how about we go and try to find something to eat?"

"I'd like that."

San bit his lower lip and jerked his head toward the house, indicating Wooyoung to follow him. When they entered the house thankfully a lot of Yeosang's friends had dispersed. Yeosang, however, was sitting at the kitchen table eating what looked to be pancakes.

"Hey." He older said, not looking up from his phone. "Are you done with your little tantrum? There's a stack on the stove."

"Great, I'm starving. Would you like some pancakes?" San asked, turning to Wooyoung.

The boy looked at him with wide eyes, almost as if he didn't know what pancakes were, but he didn't get the chance to say anything before Yeosang spoke. "I already have some numbnu— oh!" He finally looked over. "Wooyoung, you're back! Please, come sit down and I'll get you some food."

"Sangie..." San warned. He knew the teasing could start any minute now and he wanted to avoid that if at all possible.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, giggled and hurried over to the chair. "Thank you!" He looked around the room like he was fascinated with everything around him. Then he gasped what Yeosang set a plate of pancakes in front of him and an open bottle of syrup. "Wow..." He whispered before tearing off a piece of pancake with his hands and tossing it in his mouth.

San pressed his lips together and did his best to hold back any kind of laughter. "Do you not like syrup?" He asked after a moment.

Wooyoung paused with another piece halfway to his mouth and blinked a few times. "Syrup?"

"Yeah." San sat down next to him and pushed the bottle in his direction. He couldn't help but think how strange Wooyoung was being. Who didn't like syrup on their pancakes?

Slowly, while Yeosang started chatting about his plans for the day, which involved calling the tour company to complain, Wooyoung picked up the bottle of syrup and turned it over. The thick liquid poured out and started to drip down the sides of the pancakes quickly, all while Wooyoung's smile grew wider.

"Ooooookay I think that's enough." San said quickly when he noticed that Wooyoung's plate now had a small lake on the bottom of it.

"Sorry." Wooyoung shrank into his shoulders a little, then watched as San prepared his own plate and started to cut it with a fork. He slowly imitated him and then bounced in his seat at the first bite. "This is so good!"

Yeosang paused in the middle of his rant and laughed. "Thanks, I can't take credit for it though. One of the others made it before they left."

"Yeah, don't trust Yeosang's cooking. It'll likely kill you." San teased, earning a smack on the back of his head.

Wooyoung suddenly looked a little worried and watched Yeosang nervously, although he continued to shovel pancakes into his mouth.

"Anyway." Yeosang sighed. "It sounds like we are all just enjoying the day. You can come with me or stay here or whatever you like."

San pursed his lips. "What..." He cleared his throat and peeked at the boy who had saved his life. "What are you doing today Wooyoung?"

"Whatever you are." He answered with puffy cheeks and syrup dribbling down his chin.

San just shook his head and reached out with a napkin to help the boy and whispered, "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Get a room!" Yeosang shouted before walking out the front door.

Before San could yell back at him, Wooyoung tilted his head to the side. "What does he mean by that?"

That was when San knew Wooyoung had to have grown up pretty sheltered. He quickly grumbled something about Yeosang just teasing and started clearing the table. There was a pile to dishes already in the sink so he just added to them for now. "What's there to do around here?" San asked, glancing at where Wooyoung was now sucking on one of his fingers.

"Um. The ocean?"

"Yeah, let's avoid that for now. I'd rather not almost die again today." San shivered at the thought. "Is there any like arcades or movie theaters? Any tourist places?" The blank look on Wooyoung's face had San questioning so many things. "Do you live around here or are you just visiting too?"

"Visiting. Definitely just visiting. So let's go explore!" Wooyoung jumped up and grabbed San's hand and started dragging him to the door.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! I still need to get ready for the day and everything." San pulled his hand away, although he really didn't want to. "Just hang out here and I'll go as fast as I can."

"Ok!" Wooyoung rocked back and forth and looked around the room again before walking over to a bookshelf in the corner.

San stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what to do about the strange boy. It was like he was shocked about everything around him. It made San wonder what kind of life he had. Part of him was intrigued. There was no denying that Wooyoung was attractive, but there was something about him that was just... off...

He would take today to feel things out and go from there, it wouldn't harm anything. San nodded and stepped back into the room he was sharing with Yeosang to change and freshen up.