After their trip through the exhibition and Seungyoun explaining to San what all the items were and San explaining to Seungyoun in return what he knew about those items, the group made plans to go out and have dinner together. After a long day of trudging alongside Yongguk, Wooyoung got to latch onto San again while Seungyoun and Yongguk grouped up to decide on dinner plans. Now that it was warm enough to sit outside in the spring sun, Seungyoun insisted on introducing San to his favourite restaurant near the riverside.

While Yongguk fetched the leftover files that he wanted to take home, the other three boys idled in the foyer. Seungyoun watched the bickering and the affectionate touches going on between the couple with soft eyes.

"What did you two decide to do? Will you stay here in Prague?" Seungyoun asked. In the distance, Yongguk locked up his office and fiddled with his documents. Wooyoung glanced up at San to search his face for an answer. At the same time, the man lowered his eyes from Seungyoun to Wooyoung.

"We discussed going to Italy to visit Florence and perhaps meet my parents. Are you interested in that?" Wooyoung asked. His arm around San's narrow waist held the other man close. It was the fourth thing Wooyoung had promised himself to do once San was here. Or rather, the fourth and fifth. To visit the street near Florence leading to the ocean that they had discussed so many years ago, and to have San meet Wooyoung's parents.

He knew they would absolutely adore San and in hindsight; he was glad that he had come up with excuses about his accident; claiming it had nothing to do with his dead, immortal boyfriend.

"I would love to. I've been hearing a lot from your brother these days," San beamed. Seungyoun cooed over his dimples.

With Yongguk in the lead, they all followed the man outside to pile into his car. Wooyoung and San got to sit in the back and hold hands. In the minutes of boredom, San unwrapped the gift to peer inside the box and see what Yongguk had gifted them. They were two vouchers for aeroplane tickets to any place in the world they wanted to go, whatever they picked. Wooyoung had teared up at the idea of going to the Caribbean and seeing San wandering the beach in a loose white shirt fluttering in the wind as if he were a pirate again. Both boys had thanked Yongguk profusely while he waved it off.

They had dinner, as all four of them. Conversation flowed smoothly and no more fury carried in Yongguk's voice as he made his scarce comments. San let his charms play as always, and by the end of the dinner, it felt as if he was closer with Wooyoung's coworkers than Wooyoung was himself after several years of working with them.

Yongguk also told them he had concluded the project of immortality. He had told the people in the medical industry waiting for their reply that so far; they had found nothing worth trying out in the past and that the answer was elsewhere. San hadn't got mentioned with a word, and the immortal looked glad about it. Now that they knew it took an immortal to die to create a new one, they wouldn't sacrifice San at any price.

After the successful evening with all of Wooyoung's precious people there, Wooyoung and San went home together. Fuzzy from the wine and their love, they pulled their shirts off each other while they still stumbled through the corridor, only to land on the bed with no more worries but each other's bodies for the evening.

By the time they woke for yet another morning in bed where they just talked and cuddled, Wooyoung brought up the topic again.

"We can go this weekend. I always travel by train since it's the fastest. We could meet my parents by tomorrow and be in Florence the day after," Wooyoung muttered into San's chest. The man hummed; his eyes locked on the picture on Wooyoung's nightstand. If they visited the same church again, what would it look like? Was it famous for being a place Leonardo had worked in?

What about Seonghwa? Did his descendants still live in Florence? Had he ever found someone to be happy with despite his stern living policies?

Sometimes, Wooyoung wanted to go back in time to the generation after the one he had visited to hear the stories of their lives from those who descended from them. He bet Mingi's children turned out to be adorable.

"This weekend would be nice."

So they settled for that weekend. Once they had dragged their tired bones out of bed, the two of them packed their things in Wooyoung's bags. They brought some clothes, presents for Wooyoung's family, San's pillow and their necessities. When Wooyoung had mentioned how he still had some stuff at home in his childhood room, San's face had taken on a pensive expression. He didn't share his thoughts with Wooyoung, but Wooyoung could guess their character by the smirk on San's features.

They got on the train early the next morning. Wooyoung spent most of the ride sleeping on San's shoulder, since his excitement had kept him up the night prior. San read in his book about the intricacies of the modern holo-zoos while they were on their way.

Since Wooyoung spent most of his time asleep, the ride seemed to finish much sooner than usual. Via trains, they soon arrived in Naples after hours of passing through gorgeous hilly landscapes with the blue band of the ocean inviting them to the horizon.

On the ride between Rome and Naples, Wooyoung was awake to gush with San about Italy in Italian. San had never forgotten the language, even if modern translation devices conquered the need to learn any other languages but your own. Hearing Wooyoung ramble in his native language brought a smile to San's features, and he was happy to entertain their talks about ancient architecture and how a lot of it was preserved well in Italy.

An hour before they arrived in Naples, Wooyoung informed his mom that they were nearly there. She set out in the car to collect the two men from the station. Her delight about the mystery guest Wooyoung brought with him was palpable at the speed she replied to his messages with.

By the time they finally stepped from the train and Wooyoung got to stretch again, his back hurt from all the sitting and leaning against San, but it was worth it. Since Wooyoung's mother wasn't there yet, the two of them got some ice cream and stood in the warm heat of spring near the sea while they enjoyed their treat.

"I never brought a person to meet my parents," Wooyoung admitted to San halfway through his ice cream. His eyes scanned the street as they stood in the shadow of some trees with their bags at their feet.

Curiously, San searched Wooyoung's features, finding a shy blush.

"I'm the first?" Awe blended in his impressed voice. Wooyoung wiped off some ice cream that stuck to the man's upper lip and licked it off his fingers.

"Yes, so if they ask odd questions, please forgive them. They never played this game before and probably assumed I would end up alone with a flat full of cats."

San chuckled at that statement. In the warm sun that already tanned his naturally darker skin, he looked like a treat.

"Don't worry. I probably negotiated with much worse parents. Although I am nervous. I never dealt with any related to a person I loved this much."

Wooyoung hung his head to hide his grin, but San caught onto it. He chuckled before he leaned over to try Wooyoung's ice cream. In exchange, Wooyoung got to try his.

They were still busy being lovey-dovey on the sidewalk when Wooyoung's mother pulled up. She halted right in front of them in the free spot and sprung from her car instantly as soon as the engine shut off. At the speed of lightning, she raced over to Wooyoung.

"My cucciolo! You are here! How are you?" With a hearty hug, the smaller woman pressed Wooyoung against her chest. Wooyoung giggled, holding his ice cream over her shoulder as he responded to the hug with one arm.

"I'm wonderful, mamma! See, it's all healed." With a proud pat on his shoulder, Wooyoung showed off once she let go of him. She twisted and turned his arm some, as if checking if it worked as well as the day he had been born.

"Don't do anything like that again; I was so worried about you. I don't want you to die where we aren't even able to find you." Her upset frown made Wooyoung smile sheepishly.

"It won't happen again, promise. Now meet the light of my life, mamma! This is San. San, this is my mother."

San already opened his mouth to give a picture-perfect greeting, but Wooyoung's mother interrupted him. She hugged him just as tight as Wooyoung, surprising the man. After a moment, his shoulders relaxed, and he hugged her back.

"San, what a peculiar name! Nice to meet you. Wooyoung told me lots about you without ever saying much." She glared at Wooyoung for a second before her gaze marvelled at San again. With his build and the sweet dimples, San looked every bit like the perfect boyfriend a mother would wish for their child to find.

"I'm also elated. I heard just as much and couldn't wait to meet the lovely lady that gave him his handsome features," San smiled. His smoothness had Wooyoung's mother clasp a hand over her lips. With wide eyes, she stared at Wooyoung. When she leaned over to whisper to him, Wooyoung grinned over her flattered blush.

"Oh no, what will you do? He's an enchanter."

"No matter what his name gives away, he's not a Casanova. This type of behaviour is reserved to me and those he considers dear to me," Wooyoung assured her. She giggled about his joke before she picked up the bag at Wooyoung's feet.

"Finish your ice cream first and then we can go home! Your father started preparing meals yesterday already and maybe your sister will drop by to meet your boyfriend as well."

Wooyoung snickered. Of course, Italian cuisine had to be prepared days before the actual eating time.

San and Wooyoung stood together and finished their ice cream after helping Wooyoung's mother with piling the bags into the car. While they flirted around among themselves, Wooyoung's mother called her husband and mentioned to him just how adorable the two of them were together.

Once they sat in the car on their way to Salerno, Wooyoung had to sit in the front to talk to his mother about everything since his last trip while San rode in the back. He only replied when he was addressed, otherwise happy with the homey atmosphere in the car.

"You didn't visit this Christmas. We expected you," Wooyoung's mother mentioned after a while of just bickering about traffic and construction work that obscured their path.

"Ah, right, Christmas was a tense time for me this year. I just got done with my studies on immortality, so we all wanted a break. Plus, Seungyoun and I had to take care Yongguk wouldn't wither away," Wooyoung excused himself. That had been before his accident, so his mother had spent a long time worrying about him.

"How is that boy? He texted a lot in your stead while you were sick."

Wooyoung could feel San's curious gaze on him. He hadn't mentioned to the man how bad his grief had been and how much it had taken him out of commission. Hearing Wooyoung had been sick around Christmas sounded questionable to him.

"Oh, you know. Up to no good, as usual. He's probably glad San takes me off his hands more often now."

Wooyoung's mother giggled at that and glanced back at San to ask him about his opinion on spending time with Wooyoung. When a sweet and honest answer came back, she laughed all the brighter.

When they arrived home, Wooyoung got stormed by his little brother and his father, who had been out tending to the gardens as the car pulled up. He handed his brother the kite they had brought for him to distract him while his father greeted both of the males with the same hearty thrill as his mother had. The same flood of questions rained upon San once more, only that this time Wooyoung's mother was around to provide little things she had picked up between the two of them.

When they got asked when they had started dating, the two males looked at each other, startled. They didn't have an actual date, the night in Florence when San had confessed his love, perhaps being the closest.

It felt like six hundred years had passed since then.

"It's been a while," San just said instead and Wooyoung's family dropped it in favour of asking him other nonsense questions.

As they all filtered into the house to eat together and have a good time, Wooyoung couldn't help but think once more about how much easier it was for him to appreciate this time with San by his side.