hey girlll :D
oh wow! its so touching that you think im a good writer doakdoskdosidj cuz ngl girl i just write without a goal... like i write whatever i feel like writing.
i write on google docs :3 also for grammatical errors, i think i've gotten better at writing the more i did it so i would just write a really really bad rough draft Zocosiodksoxksod and reread it ten million times to fix the grammar/flow of the fic. when i was in college and paid for grammarly i also used it a lot just for basic grammar corrections.

I still fear my writing is still amateur compared to a lot of writers on this platform COSIDKWISBA after all i got into writing because i read/am still reading a lot of fics.

i think the best advice is just to write whatever you want and be proud of it :3!

im just gonna paint the picture for you... i wrote this in the little box so dont mind the mistakes IDOSJOXSJJSKS
just soogyu being cute and playful (and slightly horny for eo)

Beomgyu had just finished posting his selfies after carefully combing through a dozen different angles, making sure he captured the right vibe. His brown hair was still fluffy from the blow dryer, soft strands falling across his forehead. His skin glowed, supple and flushed pink from the shower’s heat, and he’d even remembered to swipe on balm so his lips looked full instead of chapped.

Damn. He looked good.
Delectable, even. They were one of the best selfies he could've ever taken.

The corner of his mouth tugs up into a grin as he giggles to himself, rolling lazily onto his back across the hotel bed. He reaches for his phone, thumbs flying as he types out a message to Soobin. It's been forever since Soobin said he was going to shower, long enough that Beomgyu expects a reply by now.
He sends one text. Then another. Then another.
Still only the only thing popping up is the "delivered” beneath the screen.

'Hyuuuung' he types with a string of whiny emojis, dragging out the word again and again. Then he spams rows of random emojis and incoherent demands for attention until his screen is blue from his own messages.

Three minutes later, Beomgyu huffs tossing his phone onto the bed. Enough is enough.
(Three minutes is more than enough waiting.)

He hops onto his feet, padding barefoot down the hallway to Soobin’s room. Everyone knows (even though management isn't happy about risking possible stalkers and crazy fans barging into his room.) Soobin keeps his door unlocked for him, just in case Beomgyu decides to sneak in and crash in his bed. Beomgyu isn't exactly surprised when the handle turns easily, the door cracking open without resistance.

The room is warm and hazy, meaning Soobin had just finished his shower.

“Eugh,” Beomgyu mutters under his breath. “Then why the hell was I left on read?”

Closing the door behind him with a sharp click of the lock, he crept further in, his voice lilting in an exaggerated teasing tone as he calls out, “Hyung, are you jerking off in here? That’s why you didn’t answer me, huh?”

He wanders to the bathroom door and without hesitation, Beomgyu shoves it open.
And sure, it wasn’t like he hasn't seen Soobin naked before, countless dorm showers and quick changes between schedules calls for it.

But Beomgyu is known for bothering Soobin while he's showering.

Beomgyu thinks his nudity is almost laughably mundane but this wasn’t funny. Not even close.

Soobin is standing there with nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips, beads of water dripping from his broad shoulders and running down his back. His damp hair is mussed up in messy tufts, and he's leaning casually against the counter, phone in hand taking his stupid selfies.

Beomgyu swallows, eyes flicking down and then quickly back up. Somehow the towel is worse than if Soobin was bare naked.

Soobin turns to the open door, lowering his phone, his voice carrying a faint scold, almost parental, "What did i say about barging into the bathroom while i'm showering."

Beomgyu blinks out of his stupor, Soobin’s slightly reprimanding tone tugging a bratty response from him by pure habit.

“Well one, you’re not showering,” he points out with a scoff, arms crossing tight over his chest, “and two, you didn’t reply to my message. Imagine if you slipped and fell, breaking your old man bones. What if I never came!”

Soobin rolls his eyes at the mirror, dragging a hand through his dripping hair, “I wouldn’t want you helping me out while I’m naked and vulnerable anyway.”

Beomgyu quirks a brow, lips twitching like he’s already preparing a retort. Soobin catches the look in the reflection and turns his head, expression flattening into a sharp, dry “what?”

“Oh please.” Beomgyu uncrosses his arms just to gesture lazily at him, voice going smug. “Like your dick hasn’t been in my mouth and inside me. Save it.”

Soobin groans so loudly it echoes against the tiled walls, throwing his head back in pure exasperation as his phone clatters onto the counter. “Don’t remind me. Being friends with benefits with you is not on my top list of best choices.”

Wrong. Beomgyu knows damn well that if it wasn’t for the nature of their job, Soobin would’ve been on one knee already with a fat diamond ring. He doesn’t take the words to heart, not after hearing too many whispered confessions between them.

That man loves him, even if there isn't a relationship title.

Beomgyu blinks at him, then barks a short laugh. “Right, okay. That’s convincing, considering I can see your hard-on from here. And when you swiped out of your camera app, I saw my selfies on your screen. Just admit it, you were jerking it to my face. Also, you look stupid trying to thirst trap, hyung.”

"Beomgyu."

“I win,” Beomgyu sings sweetly, tilting his head, eyes gleaming. “You’ve got thirty seconds to decide whether or not I’m giving you my hole tonight. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Soobin looks honestly offended, towel hitching higher around his waist as if in defense. “Me?! You’re the one who posted those insane selfies in bed. Don’t act innocent.”

Beomgyu almost doubles over in laughter, "They were innocent selfies. You’re the one with the dirty mind, you perv.”

"Either way, you're acting as if this situation isn't in your favor." Beomgyu dramatically pouts, "Look little ol me freshly showered and all soft and innocent look, stumbling into your room in hopes of some good dicking."

Soobin tries to hold it in but bursts into laughter at his best friend's stupidity, "J-just get into bed before my dick goes soft."

Beomgyu beams at that, "Don't mind if i do."

The younger practically throws himself onto the mattress, sprawling dramatically across the center like he owns it. He drags the blanket up just enough to bury his nose in it, inhaling deep, a little sigh slipping from his lips. “God, your bed smells better than mine,” he mumbles, rolling lazily from side to side.

From the bathroom, Soobin makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan. “Maybe because you're always dirty."

“Rude,” Beomgyu shoots back, muffled into the pillow. He peeks one eye open when he hears the bathroom light switch off, the soft pad of footsteps approaching. The mattress dips at the edge as Soobin sits down, towel still clinging low to his hips, shoulders broad and still damp.

Beomgyu smirks, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. “You’re trying way too hard to seduce me.”

Soobin lets out a laugh, resting one large hand casually on Beomgyu’s ankle, thumb tracing idle circles over the skin. “Why? Is it working?”

“No,” Beomgyu says immediately, though the tiny smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “You look like a wet puppy right now.”

Soobin shakes his head, amused. He shifts onto his knees, crawling up the bed with a slow, unhurried kind of confidence until he’s braced over Beomgyu, towel barely holding on, drops of water falling onto Beomgyu’s shirt. His face hovers close enough that Beomgyu can feel the warmth of his breath.

“Funny,” Soobin murmurs, "Cause it looks like you're the one lying in my bed right now trying to seduce me." He picks at the white tee, "With this flimsy white tee," and then goes to pinch the younger's cheek, "And your stupid face."

Beomgyu makes a face, squirming under him but not moving away. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Mm. Maybe.” Soobin dips lower, brushing his nose against Beomgyu’s cheek, voice dropping to a whisper. “But I wasn’t answering you earlier because I was staring at your pretty face. Those selfies nearly killed me.”

Beomgyu blushes, sinking into the mattress further, shyly whispering, "You think I'm pretty?"

This is how it always goes. Their banter always turns into something soft and cute, making the both of them giddy and blushing like middle schoolers.

Soobin chuckles, cupping Beomgyu’s cheek with one damp hand, thumb pressing gently into the soft skin. “You looked too good, how could I not? What were you trying to do, seduce our fans?”

Before Beomgyu can come up with something smart, Soobin leans in and kisses him full on the mouth. It’s firm and unhurried, claiming, the weight of something that always goes deeper than either of them admits out loud.

Beomgyu hums against his lips, letting Soobin kiss him again, this time softer, gentler. When he finally pulls back for air, he mutters just loud enough for Soobin to hear, “Luckily for you, I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Soobin grins, pressing his forehead to Beomgyu’s. “Damn right.”

The softness only lasts for a couple seconds before Beomgyu slips a hand into the towel with an evil grin on his face, "But I know you're gonna post it on your instagram thinking the hoes gon love this one."

Soobin groans at the touch, before he wraps a hand around Beomgyu's neck as revenge, "You're riding me all night just for that comment."

Beomgyu whines, "Aw man."