San watched in wonder as Wooyoung ran in front of him.

He still had no idea what to make of the stranger who had saved him, especially after spending the day with him.

Wooyoung was... odd... to put it kindly. He seemed almost lost, or like he wasn't given a lot of freedom growing up.

It hadn't gone unnoticed that Wooyoung had been confused and the way to excited to get a pair of shoes. And then he didn't even put them on right.

San made a mental note to ask Yeosang what he thought about things, he was usually pretty observant.

Although as soon as Wooyoung turned around to wait for him after running down the beach, San forgot all his worries. It didn't matter what kind of life Wooyoung had growing up. If he could smile like that now and still look at the world with child-like wonder, honestly that would be a gift more than anything.

It was something San wished he could still do.

"Sannie! Hurry up!" Wooyoung bounced in place and clapped his hands.

"I'm coming." San said, trying to hide the fact that he really liked it when Wooyoung called him that.

There was no questioning it. San liked Wooyoung. A lot.

Was it normal for someone to fall this quickly? He hardly even knew him.

And there was the matter that he was only here for the summer...

San's heart sank a little at the thought while shoving his hands in his pockets.

Wooyoung's smile remained contagious, though, and San couldn't help but smile back while the walked up the back steps to the house.

Inside Yeosang was pacing back and forth with a phone pressed to his ear while Chan, Jongho, and a few others watched him with amused looks.

"What's going on?" San asked.

Jongho's smile grew as his eyes followed their friend. "The tour company finally called back. Yeosang has been giving them hell for about thirty minutes now. He tried using you as more ammo but then he realized that you're fine now so there isn't much he can do with that."

"Ammo?" Wooyoung bent forward to look at Jongho.

"Yeah, um, if San was still injured then we could have filed for a lawsuit or something and they would have been in a lot of trouble. But now we can't really use that against them." Jongho shrugged and continued to watch Yeosang pace back and forth. He wasn't saying much, but his face was a shade of dark red.

Wooyoung's forehead creased with concern and he pushed his lips out in a small put. "So... San being healed is bad?" His voice was soft and quivered a little.

Both San and Jongho turned to look at him and San was horrified to see what he thought was tears starting to form. "No! No I'm very glad that I'm better!" Without thinking, San pulled Wooyoung to him.

The boy proceeded to tuck his nose into the crook of San's neck and held him tight.

San's eyes widened in shock and he gently rubbed Wooyoung's back. He glanced over at where Jongho was watching him with one eyebrow arched. The two of them just stared at each other without moving until Yeosang made a disgruntled sound that could be considered a yell of frustration.

"Those— Those— Those assholes!" Yeosang threw his phone on the couch and turned quickly to face the others, but then he froze. "What's wrong?!"

"Sounds like the new kid thought that San getting better was a bad thing." Chan shrugged before standing and stretching his arms above his head. "No luck?"

"No, they have no answers for me right now. They most they did was give us a refund on the tickets so that's something at least." Yeosang glared at his phone before turning back to give Wooyoung a concerned look. "It's nothing to be upset over though."

San tilted his head a little to glance at Wooyoung. His purple hair was slightly disheveled now and his eyes were closed, but he looked like he had calmed down a little. "We've had a busy day exploring." San said, still holding Wooyoung close to him.

He pursed his lips and shot a glare at Yeosang when his friend gave him a very amused look. "Well I will take a few moments to calm down and then we can talk about dinner."

"The boys and I were going to go surf for a bit. Don't wait up!" Chan waved over his head and left out the back door. He could be heard shouting in the distance and a few of their friends responding.

"Are you going to join them?" Yeosang turned to Jongho and bit the corner of his lip.

"Nah, I'm not feeling up to surfing tonight. I could get us setup to picnic on the beach though. Pizza?" Jongho looked around at the three of them.

"That sounds perfect." Yeosang clapped his hands a little, "And don't forget the chicken wings!"

A fond smile crossed Jongho's face as he pulled out his phone.

It looked like he had some ammunition of his own to use against Yeosang if he tried to tease him about Wooyoung.

"Come on, let's go get some blankets or towels." San rubbed Wooyoung's back and started shuffling toward the bedrooms. He smiled when Wooyoung grabbed his hand and followed him.

"Sannie?"

"Hmm?" San stopped in front of the linen closet and looked inside to see what the house had supplied.

"Um. Where's... the bathroom?"

San looked over his shoulder and saw the cutest, embarrassed look on Wooyoung's face. "Just over there, I'll be out back setting up." He turned back to the closest and grabbed several large beach towels.

Yeosang and Jongho were already gathering rocks to weigh down the towels. The older looked up and waved San over.

As they started setting up, Yeosang came over to stand next to San and gave him a curious look. "So you and Wooyoung... What's going on there?"

San sighed and crossed his arms. "What are you getting at?"

"I just want to know what's happening with you two. You seem awfully close already. And he seems..."

"Odd?" San glanced at the house and let his arms drop to his side.

"Well, I don't know if that's how I would describe it." Yeosang rubbed the back of his head. "But he does seem a little different. What do you know about him?"

"Not much." San admitted. "We were so busy exploring the town today. Do you think..." San dropped his voice when Jongho moved a little closer. "Do you think he could have been abused or something?"

His friend's forehead creased with concern. "What makes you think that?"

"He didn't have any shoes on when he came here, and he's wearing the same exact outfit."

Yeosang hummed and nodded his head a few times. "I suppose it's possible. We can keep an eye on him. But... what is your plan with him?"

San knew this question was coming... and he had no idea how to answer it. He looked toward the house and felt the confusion start to build within him.

A gently hand squeezed his shoulder. "Do you want my advise?" Yeosang asked. San looked at him and found himself appreciating the kindness he saw in his best friend's eyes. "Enjoy the time you have. Live a little and have a summer fling. But just keep it at that."

San swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He knew exactly what Yeosang was getting at, and he didn't know if he liked it.

"Have fun. But remember, the summer only lasts so long. Don't make it hard on yourself by getting attached." Yeosang gave him a knowing smile before walking over to help Jongho collect the food from the delivery driver that had just shown up.

For a moment, San just stood there and thought over everything. He knew Yeosang was right. He couldn't get too attached when he was going to be leaving in a couple of months. People had flings all the time, right? He could have his fun with Wooyoung and enjoy his summer of freedom before he had to return to the real world back home.

Seconds later, Wooyoung came stepping out the back door and San instantly felt so much lighter. He was happy with his decision and he was going to do whatever he could to have the best summer ever.

When Wooyoung found him, the boy smiled and ran over. "Is the food here? I'm hungry!" He rubbed his stomach and looked around.

"Yeah it just got here." San giggled and pulled Wooyoung behind him.

The group of four sat in a circle and piled the food in the middle so they all had access. Somehow the wings ended up in front of Yeosang, although San wasn't really surprised by this.

Jongho had ended up ordering four pizzas, claiming he wanted to make sure there was enough for the others, so they had a good variety to choose from.

For a moment, everything was fun and relaxed.

Until Wooyoung made a small sound of confusion while his eyes flicked between each of the pies.

"Are you ok Wooyoung?" Yeosang asked through a mouthful of chicken.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Wooyoung put on a playful smile and hesitantly reached for the cheese pizza right in front of him.

San watched him slowly fold the slice like he had seen Jongho do early and bring it to his mouth.

By now Yeosang was also watching him too. He quirked an eyebrow in a silent question and San knew they were thinking the same thing.

Wooyoung had never had pizza before.

It added to the puzzle that now made up the mysterious boy who had shown up in their lives, but San was now at the point where he would just enjoy how adorable it was.

Wooyoung's eyes lit up at the first bite and he let out a long hum of joy. "This is so good!" He bounced in place and took two more bites, humming some more while glancing at the ocean.

"Yeah, this has to be one of the best pizza's I've ever had!" Jongho agreed, also smiling while helping himself to another piece.

San and Yeosang glanced at each other and fought to contain their laugher. Jongho had completely missed what was going on, but that was ok. It wasn't anything that needed to be out in the open.

After all, they had no idea what Wooyoung's life was actually like. They were just speculating.

The next couple of hours passed by without much conversation. They were content with watching everyone else on the beach have fun. Yeosang and Jongho spent a lot of time cheering on their friends or laughing when one of them whipped out and fell into the water.

Wooyoung also seemed to enjoy watching the others surf. He would tilt his head to the side and watch them closely without blinking.

And San... San spent most of his time watching Wooyoung. He really did find the boy attractive, and he loved the shade of purple he had decided to dye his hair. His stomach twisted a little when he discovered the small mark on Wooyoung's lip and he found himself wanting to know what they tasted like.

A blush crept across his cheeks at the thought but if he was going to enjoy his summer, why not act on it?

Slowly, he leaned forward to whisper in Wooyoung's ear. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

Wooyoung jumped and looked at him with wide eyes but then nodded. "Ok. And then I should go." He glanced up at the sky and frowned a little.

San helped him up and laced their fingers together as the two of them started to walk down the beach.

The sand was soft between his toes and a slight breeze blew in the salty air.

"I had fun today." Wooyoung said after several long moments of peaceful silence.

"I did too." San glanced at him and was pleasantly surprised to see that Wooyoung was looking at him too.

"I should go soon... I'm expected back at home." Wooyoung stopped walking and turned to look at the water.

San hesitated and lifted Wooyoung's hand up to play with his fingers. "Do you have to?"

"I... Um... Yes?"

"You seem unsure." San said with a small smirk. He took a step closer and brought Wooyoung's hand a little higher.

Their eyes met and San could see the hesitation there, and while he thought Wooyoung being flustered was cute, he didn't want to pressure him too much.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" He asked instead.

"Yes."

San's lips quirked into a small smile and suddenly he found himself gently cupping Wooyoung's face and leaning forward to press their lips together.

Wooyoung tensed at the touch and didn't really respond to it too much, but San didn't read into it thinking he was just shocked.

He pulled back and rubbed Wooyoung's cheek with his thumb. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Y-Yes." Wooyoung sputtered and blinked several times. Then he turned and started walking down the beach.

San touched his lips with his fingers and beamed. He could still feel the connection. As he turned around to walk back to the house, he couldn't help but think about just how amazing this summer was going to be.

In fact, he thought it was going to be the best summer of his life.