No matter where | Woosan

Kiss

3rd P

As San and Wooyoung arrived in Jeju a few hours later, the first thing that greeted them was the crisp, salty breeze that swept in from the ocean. The air was filled with the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore, a melodic rhythm that echoed the timeless beauty of the island.

Wooyoung's eyes widened in wonder as he took in the breathtaking scenery before him.

The landscape was a patchwork of vibrant greens and blues, with lush forests stretching out towards the horizon and crystal-clear waters lapping gently against the shore.

"Wow, this place is incredible!" Wooyoung exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anything like it."

San couldn't help but smile at Wooyoung's enthusiasm, his heart swelling with fondness for the younger man. He had been to Jeju countless times before, but seeing it through Wooyoung's eyes brought a fresh perspective to the familiar surroundings.

"Yeah, it's pretty amazing," San agreed, his gaze sweeping over the panoramic view of the ocean stretching out before them. "I'm glad you like it."

They made their way down to the shoreline, the sand soft beneath their feet. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape and painting the clouds with hues of pink and orange.

Wooyoung couldn't stop marveling at the natural beauty surrounding them, snapping photos on his phone and eagerly pointing out various landmarks along the coastline.

San chuckled at his enthusiasm, content to simply bask in the tranquil ambiance of their surroundings.

As they walked along the beach, the sound of seagulls overhead and the gentle rustle of palm trees in the breeze filled the air. The ocean stretched out endlessly before them, a vast expanse of blue that seemed to stretch on forever.

"It's been such a long time since I've last seen the ocean, hyung," Wooyoung remarked, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse of blue before them.

San nodded in agreement, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, me too," he replied softly, his eyes distant as he took in the familiar sight.

"You only come here once a year, right?" Wooyoung asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

San nodded again, his expression solemn. "Mhm," he confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Wooyoung furrowed his brow, his concern evident in his eyes. "I think you should do it more often," he said earnestly, gesturing towards the ocean. "I mean... I get the point of trying to not think about your past too much, but this is so beautiful. Don't you want to visit your parents more often?"

San's smile grew softer, tinged with a hint of sadness. "I'm looking at them right now," he replied cryptically.

"Huh?" Wooyoung asked, confusion evident in his voice.

San turned to face Wooyoung fully, his gaze steady and unwavering. "My parents were turned into ashes," he explained quietly. "Yuqi and I threw them into the ocean. Their actual graves are just...symbolic? Talking to our parents basically meant watching the waves"

Wooyoung's eyes widened in realization, his heart heavy with understanding. "Oh," he whispered softly, his voice barely a breath.

The weight of San's words hung heavy in the air, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore serving as a poignant backdrop to their conversation. In that moment, Wooyoung realized just how little he knew about San's past, about the pain and loss he had endured.

He wanted to reach out, to offer comfort and support, but he found himself at a loss for words. Instead, he simply stood there beside San, the ocean stretching out before them like a vast, endless expanse of possibility and remembrance.