Soobin and Beomgyu were friends, or friends with benefits. Soobin never admits it, or gives a hint that it means anything but he wishes it does. Soobin loves quality time, act of service, physical touch, specifically with Beomgyu. Beomgyu wouldn't notice it but he'd hug Beomgyu by his waist, he'd stand beside or behind him to look at their height difference and thank himself for being taller. He'd hold their hands together giving excuses that he just wanted to feel the warmth but he was looking at their fingers size difference. He'd lean his head on Beomgyu's shoulder. He doesn't care about anything as long as he is near Beomgyu, his comfort. He could never become bored whenever he is with Beomgyu, in fact he wanted to spend more time with him.

Beomgyu was on the other side. He wasn't absolutely insane with skinship like Soobin is but he always leans into the little touches. He is more into complimenting Soobin or teasing him. Playing with his hair or more like messing with it. Tugging the hem of Soobin's shirt. Pinching or tickles him playfully. They both always enjoy each other's presence, talk about random things, goof around with each other and would whine or beg each other to stay up at 3 in the morning just to play games together and then fall asleep at 6. They wouldn't call it anything more than a friend. But it gets to a point where Soobin wishes they could've become something more. At least, just a little bit.

Beomgyu was scrolling on his phone while leaning on the counter. It was an early Saturday morning, scrolling through menus on figuring out what to make for breakfast today. It didn't take long after Beomgyu heard the soft door open from Soobin's room. Soobin walks towards the kitchen, eyes still half close, hair messy, face puffy , eyebag visible. Soobin went to get a glass of water behind the counter where Beomgyu was standing but Soobin changed his mind, stretched out his arms and then hugged Beomgyu from his back, hands creeping up on his waist.