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The sunlight dappled through the trees overhead and warmed his face slightly, the warmth shifting as the breeze rustled the leaves. San smiled and titled his head up, eyes sliding closed as he simply let himself feel . The warmth of the sun, the cool breeze kissing his cheeks and running fingers through his hair, the blanket under his palms and the strange feeling of the grass under it wrapping around his palm like memory foam.
A familiarly angelic laugh broke through his little bubble of thoughts, and San opened his eyes again, head falling to the side to look at the beautiful boy next to him. He smiled and let his eyes briefly run over the skin he was so intimately familiar with. He roamed over the honey skin, soft and supple from skincare and never ending youth, glanced over his lips for the sake of not fixating on their petal pink colour and cloud like plushness for longer than was healthy and instead glanced up at his eyes. One of Wooyoung’s eyes was cast in the light, transforming it completely into the most captivating honey brown colour, no, more like caramel and amber. Maybe it was Ichor; blood of the gods and imbued with ambrosia and nectar, something so divine and powerful and deadly to a mortal who drank from it, made only to be seen from afar. Or maybe he was just being dramatic.
“What are you looking at?” wooyoung asked, voice sounding distant and a little far away.
“You,” he smiled, “how pretty you are.”
Wooyoung smiled at him and reached a hand out, resting it on his cheek and rubbing soothingly under his eye, “wake up,” he said suddenly, voice still gentle but a lot closer now.
“What?”
“Come one Sannie~” he said as San’s world started shifting; the sun against his face was replaced by the softness of a pillow under his cheek, “you're gonna miss it if you keep sleeping,” Wooyoung said again as San’s fingers stopped feeling the grass under him and instead touched mattress and sheets. The only thing that remained of the dream was the warmth of Wooyoung’s hand and he leaned into it to chase the memory for a little while longer, but it slipped from his grasp and he was forced to wake up.
San groaned softly and opened his eyes to peer up at his fiancee, quickly pressing a hand over his when he started to pull it away. Based on the lack of sounds from outside it was probably early morning still and they should both definitely be getting back to bed if they had any hope in adjusting to the timezone for the few days they were in Saudi.
“What time is it?”
“Just past five thirty,” he said quietly and helped San sit up in bed, running his fingers through his hair and sitting in his lap so San could hug him for a bit while he woke up.
“Why’d you wake me up, baby?”
“I wanna watch the sunrise,” he said softly, placing a kiss to the top of his head that had San melting inside like it was the first time they’ve done something like this (even if it always felt like that with Woo). San wanted absolutely nothing more than to drag Wooyoung under the covers again and let sleep tug at him again for another few hours, he was a lot stronger than him and could easy overpower him, but San was nothing if not absolutely head over heels for his fiancee so he nodded and pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “okay, let me up and we can watch the sunrise, baby.”
Wooyoung cheered, maybe a bit too loudly for the time of day but San couldn't stop the fond smile from spreading on his face.
Wooyoung slipped away from him and San followed, leaning down to grab his long discarded boxers, slipping them on as he followed him out. They were staying in a way too nice hotel, way too high up in the sky but it gave them privacy and San wasn't one to complain.
Wooyoung was already leaning against the railing, two cups of coffee and some pastries aesthetically presented on the table between the two chairs.
“When did you have time to grab these?” He asked, wrapping an arm around his waist, tugging Wooyoung against him and feeling him melt into the embrace.
“Not long ago, I wanted to surprise you.”
San hummed and glanced back at the table, before going immediately back to Wooyoung, “are you sure?” He teased because he honestly can't help himself, “because it sounds sliek youtube trying really hard to make sure I’m not mad at you for waking me up.”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder but didn't deny him and San knew that he was right.
“I wanted to spend quiet time together,” he said with a pout, “like back home.”
“I appreciate it,” he reassured, rubbing his side, “come on, we still have a few minutes i think, let's eat as he waits.”
They spent their eating time in silence and San’s brain finally detached itself from its Wooyoung tunnel vision to properly take in the scenery. They were overlooking the ocean right on the water and he was happy to hear that they weren't so high up that they couldn't hear the ocean lapping at the shore. The pleasant static of the water rushing in and then pulling out filled his mind, and he took a deep breath for the first time since being outside, lungs immediately filling with that familiar yet intoxicating beach air. He had tried to describe it before to a friend of hsi that had never been, but beach air had a certain quality to it that smelled like endless miles of salty ocean and the crisp freshness of something new and foreign just past the horizon. Call him dramatic but he understood at least in some part why humans are always so drawn to the ocean with its endless blue, sands that wanted to pull you in and sounds that were all uniquely different yet all melded into a glorious symphony that always managed to quiet his head like only Wooyoung ever could. He almost wished he could be down on the sand. Almost, being with Wooyoung beat it out by a long shot.
Just as they finished their breakfast, the first peak of the sun could be seen over the horizon. He couldn't have asked for better timing.
Wooyoung stilled next to him and San leaned over him, placing a hand on either side of him on the railing and pressing himself against him, wrapping Wooyoung up in a back hug. Briefly he pressed his forehead to his shoulder and could feel sleep and fatigue clawing at him again but he wanted to stay awake for Wooyoung, who looked so beyond happy when San agreed to watch the sunrise with him.
San watched the horizon with rapt attention. Noting the way colour started to bleed into the endless night sky, looking like a painter had spilled paint over a blue canvas. The red reached the clouds and coloured them pink like cotton candy, and just as the red was starting to dilute into the blue orange entered the image with vibrant rays and lines, painting everything it touched golden and beautiful.
Wooyoung was staring in awe as well, mouth slightly open and lips let into a curving smile only San has the pleasure of seeing, it was the look of someone witnessing a masterpiece being made, a look San was allt oo familiar with because it was one he had seen on himself in the countless photos the other members had taken of him when he looks at Wooyoung.
It was honestly a shame that San couldn't scream to the world that Wooyoung was his forever. Technically he couldn't even marry him back in Korea. It was one of the reasons he hadn't wanted to ask Wooyoung to be his, future, eventual husband. He was glad he did though, still holding that moment when he presented the sleek black ring to Wooyoung one night while they were in Berlin for their shows, he can still hear the quiet question whispered to him in their hotel room.
Will you marry me, eventually?
And he can still see the tears falling from his fiance's eyes as he nodded and sobbed out yes, of course , over and over until he was crying too much to force the words out.
If they were in any other country San would have them down here on that beach, toes buried in the sand, the waves crashing around their ankles and the sound so deafeningly loud that it forced them to be closer to cut through the mind filling rhythms. He wished he could see the fresh salty sea air run its fingers through Wooyoung’s hair that was still messy from waking up.
This wasn't somewhere like Amsterdaam, or LA, where no one would bat an eye at them so for now he would have to settle for this moment; settle for the distant waves crashing underneath them, for only being able to see how the sun paints across Wooyoung’s features and lays elegantly like the finest silks, carving out his face in beautiful golden tones as bright as the sun itself and shadows dark as night he could swear he was seeing stars and nebulas in them. Light and shadow working in perfect harmony to cast his husband in the way he should be, like a god.
“You didn't watch the sunset did you?” Wooyoung teased, turning to him, fully.
“For a bit,” he shrugged, “I got a bit distracted,” he ran the back of his index finger over Wooyoung’s cheek.
“What could have held your attention so firmly that you missed oen the most beautiful sunrises I think ive ever seen?”
San pulled Wooyoung to his chest and leaned in close, brushing their noses together, “my beautiful husband, that rivals any sunrise in the world.”
Wooyoung let out a breathy laugh and cupped his cheeks in his hands, “you're such a sap you know that?”
“Say’s the man who agreed to marry me under a willow tree.”
Wooyoung pressed a quick kiss to his lips before speaking, “I never said I wasn't one either.”
As they shared a lazy kiss over the city as it awoke San felt his desire to be somewhere else slip away. All he needed was here, wrapped up in his arms and kissing him with care and love. All he needed was his husband and his family and he was happy no matter what.