San brushed the hair out of Wooyoung's face as he leaned up to nuzzle his forehead, before leaving a small kiss.

As of the current moment, San found himself pressed to the bed by the comfortably heavy weight of his boyfriend laying on top of him. Wooyoung seemed to be absolutely basking in the affection.

"Honey," Wooyoung almost whispered as he felt San's hands wrap around his waist to hold the small of his back. San let out a small hum in response.

"Can I tell you something?" Wooyoung spoke hesitantly.

"Yeah?" San muttered as he played with the hem of Wooyoung's sweatshirt.

"I know we joke about this a lot, but..." Wooyoung trailed off. "Um, now that I'm saying it I feel kinda embarrassed."

San perked up at this. "What is it?"

Wooyoung hesitated for a second, before shaking his head. San had no time to question before Wooyoung leaned in, placing a lazy kiss upon San's lips.

San couldn't help but smile against him as he kissed back. Feeling a bit playful, he moved his hands down to the back of his boyfriend's thighs and lightly squeezed.

"I bought a couple of rings," Wooyoung blurted out as San leaned in for another kiss.

"Huh?" San spoke, giving him a half questioning and half surprised look.

"Seonghwa found them on sale so I brought them... I don't know if you're into the whole promise ring thing, or..." Wooyoung trailed off, a bit hesitant to look at San and see his reaction.

San immediately brought his hands up and cradled Wooyoung's face, pointing it towards his own.

"You're joking," San said, staring up at his boyfriend. Wooyoung shook his head timidly.

A bright smile broke out upon San's face. "Do you have them?" San asked, his voice comparable to that of an excited child.

Wooyoung's face of nervousness shifted into a growing grin. "I do. They're in my backpack," he stated. Peeling San's arms away from him as he rolled off of him.

Lazily reaching down to pull his backpack towards him from the bed, Wooyoung ended up dragging it into the mattress with him. He only had to fumble around in the pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a small black box.

"Here," he said, placing the box in San's hand. "You open it."

Wooyoung scooted up to lay next to him, and laid his head on his shoulder. San, although a bit hesitant, slowly opened the box.

In it were two small silver rings; not the fanciest, but still rather delicate.

"They weren't that expensive, we can buy better ones later," Wooyoung stuttered out, now looking a bit stressed as he watched his boyfriend carefully pick one up from the box.

San's silence scared Wooyoung as he held the ring between his fingers, feeling its cold surface.

"Gimme your hand," San spoke, turning his gaze to his boyfriend. Wooyoung obliged, holding out his right hand hesitantly.

San lightly held Wooyoung's hand, before holding up the ring and carefully slipping it onto his boyfriend's fourth finger. He sat for a second, staring down at the hand he held between his own.

A silence fell between them, with San finding himself at a loss for words.

"I need to tell you something," San blurted out amidst a flurry of thoughts overtaking his brain.

Wooyoung furrowed his brows at the sudden change in tone. "Huh? Now?" he said, as if hesitant to change the topic.

"Yes, now. I should have done it a long time ago," San insisted.

At this, Wooyoung sat upright, giving San a concerned look. "Is this what you were gonna tell me a while back?" he asked, fidgeting with the ring on his hand.

San nodded, adjusting himself to sit up as well.

"You're... not breaking up with me, right?" Wooyoung asked hesitantly. At this, San avidly shook his head, a bit shocked at the mere idea of his words.

"No! No, never," San blurted out, not liking the concerned look on his boyfriend's face. "God, Wooyoung, you think I'd end it after everything you said today?"

"Put on the ring then," Wooyoung demanded, seeing the second ring still sitting in the box.

San fumbled to take the ring out of the box, before slipping it into his finger. "There. Now please let me tell you this," he said, showing his hand off to Wooyoung.

"How serious is it?" Wooyoung questioned, quite obviously anxious about the situation.

"Wooyoung," San pleaded. "It depends on how you take it. I really don't know."

Wooyoung pursed his lips, taking a moment to prepare himself for whatever news was about to be bestowed upon him.

"Fine. Just get it over with," Wooyoung said as he crossed his arms.

"You sure you're ready?" San questioned, a bit hesitant as he saw Wooyoung's expression.

"Yes. Tell me already," he demanded.

San took a breath, as if in disbelief that he was really about to say it. Everything within him told him to shut up, yet he knew it had to be said at some point.

"You know Genie?" San started. Wooyoung's expression morphed to one of confusion.

"Yeah?" the younger replied. "A little... why?"

"Well, you know him way better than you think, because..." San began, working up the courage to finally spit it out.

"He's me," San said rather quietly, almost afraid to utter the words.

"What?" Wooyoung blinked, not exactly processing the words being said to him.

"I am Genie. It's my blog, I run it," San reiterated. Wooyoung stared at him. A mix of unreadable emotions swirled on his face, as if he were unsure of which to choose.

He settled on disbelief. "You're joking. You're totally fucking with me," Wooyoung stated.

"No, Wooyoung..." San tried to interrupt. "Really, why would I joke about this?"

"I... I don't know... how the hell would you know that I messaged him in the first place?" Wooyoung replied, not taking time to analyze what San was saying.

"Because I am him! Wooyoung, baby, tell me it's not obvious," San tried to convince him.

"I want proof," Wooyoung stated quietly.

"The first day you messaged me you called me 'McHot.' Like, how could I not be interested after that?? And didn't you think it was weird I asked for your number so suddenly?"

Wooyoung sat for a moment, turning his gaze down to his fidgeting hands.

"You said your friend had mentioned me to you," Wooyoung muttered, in his own defense.

"What was I supposed to say? Oh hey, you messaged the anonymous blog that I'm hot but like he happens to be me lmaooo," San said, mocking the hypothetical situation.

"Wooyoung," San sighed, placing a hand on his boyfriend's knee. "I didn't know who you were yet, y'know? I wasn't gonna just out myself before seeing if you were trustworthy or not."

Wooyoung, although seemingly a bit reluctant, nodded in understanding.
"Why did you want my number?" he paused, the question appearing in his head.

San stayed silent for a moment. "You already seemed cute over text. Plus, you being gay and into me? How could I not try?" San excused himself.

"You didn't think to tell me later on?" Wooyoung said as he made eye contact with San, just a bit exasperated.

"When should I have? At first, I didn't know you that well so telling you would have been weird," San started, as if recounting a list.

"Then later, shit started happening, and..." San trailed off. "I realized I liked you, so telling you then wasn't even on my mind."

"Then we started dating, and I realized I had to tell you at some point but it had been so long already," San rambled, getting visibly stressed as he continued talking.

"San," Wooyoung cut him off, grabbing the other boy's attention. "I'm not mad, okay? Calm down."

"Huh? You sure?" San questioned. "I feel like you should definitely be mad right now."

"No!" Wooyoung corrected, "I'm not. I'm just... really fucking embarrassed, now that I think about it. Holy shit," he buried his face in his hands as he remembered everything he'd said and admitted to Genie.

"I'm sorry," San apologized as he wrapped an arm around Wooyoung's shoulder, holding him tightly. "For the record, I thought it was really cute when you said you liked me."

At this, Wooyoung immediately stiffened, turning to give San a flustered glare.

"Fuck you, man. No, like really, fuucckk youu," Wooyoung whined, leaning forward and gripping a fistful of the cloth against San's chest.

"That's not even embarrassing!" San protested. "You have no idea how happy I was."

"Can't believe I confessed to my own boyfriend without realizing it," Wooyoung groaned in disbelief.

"I'm the one that said it in real life first," San subtly stuck his tongue out as to tease the younger.

"Shut up. You already knew I liked you. Where was the fear? The anticipation?" Wooyoung scolded, as if San had missed a vital part of confessing.

"The fear was in your mom beating our asses," San reminded. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes at the comment.

The chatter died off as Wooyoung sat still, lost in his thoughts as he tried to remember everything he'd ever said to Genie.

"Can't believe I thought you were straight," was all Wooyoung could say, breaking the heavy silence.

San burst out laughing at this.

"Holy fuck, I love you," was all San could say between laughs. Wooyoung gave him a look that said he was crazy, although a hint of a smile formed on Wooyoung's face too.

"I can tell! Desperate ass used Genie to get in my pants," Wooyoung smirked, causing San to lightly shove him.

"It makes so much sense... When I told Genie I liked you and the response I got was 'Oh shit!!!!!'" Wooyoung recalled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Hey! I was excited, okay?" San tried to defend himself, the grin on his face hiding his temporary embarrassment.

Within a second, San found Wooyoung to have shifted his position, straddling the elder's lap. He leaned forward, draping his arms over San's shoulders in a comfortable embrace.

"Am I the only one who knows about this?" Wooyoung asked quietly, resting his chin on San's shoulder.

San almost nodded, but paused before doing so as he remembered a certain girl. "Well... no, but..." he trailed off.

Wooyoung sat upright immediately. "Who else knows?" he asked, having not expected that reply.

"Only Seungyeon knows, besides you," San admitted.
Wooyoung instantly furrowed his brows.

"Why does she know?" Wooyoung interrogated, his question coming out a bit more harsh than intended.

"She found out herself!" San explained, "She saw the notifications on my phone because she found it that one time I lost it."

Wooyoung slowly nodded, as if deeming that to be an acceptable response.

"You're the only one I've told. Not even Yunho or Mingi knows," he continued. Wooyoung seemed quite surprised at the prospect of neither of the best friends being in the know.

"Wow. What an honor," Wooyoung said, only half sarcastically. San let out a small hum as he reached up to tuck Wooyoung's hair behind his ear.

"I hope you know I'll clown you over this for the rest of your life," Wooyoung said in an all-too sweet voice, lightly caressing San's cheek.

"At least that means you'll be with me for the rest of my life," San shrugged, as if not seeing a downside to the option. Wooyoung didn't know whether to whine or shove him over the comment.

"That's not even news, we been knew," Wooyoung responded, returning to his position of cuddling up to San.
San wrapped his arms tightly around Wooyoung's waist in reply.

"Wooyoung," San began, feeling himself flush as Wooyoung leaned in to nuzzle his neck.
"How much did these rings even cost?" he questioned as he played with the cool metal around his finger.

Wooyoung stayed silent. "Doesn't matter. You're buying the next ones," was all that he said.

San shook his head, knowing he wasn't going to get a proper answer. "Deal. I won't tell you how much those cost either," he stated.

"Okay, Genie," Wooyoung said, placing a soft kiss on San's neck.

"Shut it," San returned, although not sounding the slightest bit upset.

"I told you I'd clown you over it for eternity," Wooyoung said as San kissed the top of his head.

"I know," he mumbled. "Are you staying the night?" San changed the topic.

Wooyoung nodded curtly. "As usual," he said jokingly. "We're getting used to it early."

San smirked at the joke. "You better hurry up and claim one side of the bed as yours then," he urged.

"I call right side," Wooyoung responded, rather dramatically pulling away from San and flopping over into the right side of the bed.

San held back a grin at the childish behavior of his boyfriend.

And as he fidgeted with his ring, he couldn't help but think about the fact that Wooyoung wore a matching one.

He knew there was no one else he'd rather spend eternity with.