"shouldn't we tell somebody?" ten asked, as the two of them were cuddled on johnnys bed.

ten was laying on johnnys chest, the shirt he was wearing (it was johnnys actually) was hanging off of his shoulder.

"do you really feel comfortable." they spent their first month together cuddling a lot, but they also spent that time stressing over coming out.

sure it was the twenty-first century, but homophobia and discrimination existed, especially in korea, which was a huge part of johnnys audience.

johnny didn't mind telling his fans. "they're not true fans if they don't accept it," he'd say. ten, on the other hand, was terrified and kept insisting that johnnys fans were important.

"i want to post you on the internet and call you mine," johnny said, kissing tens temple. "i don't mind losing fans, i love you either way."

johnny froze, he didn't mean to say love so early. he held his breath, but he couldn't see tens small smile and burning cheeks. "i love you too."

"i'll post it on instagram and just turn off the comments."

"okay."