A soulless sigh escapes Baekhyun’s lips as he flops down on the hotel bed. For a while he just lies there, staring at the ceiling, zoning out. They just came back from very late dinner, so his stomach’s full and he’s kind of worn out from the concert but not sleepy in the slightest. He rolls over and digs up his phone, flicking lazily through Naver and Youtube, trying to think of what to do. Other than washing up and going to bed, like he should.
While he’s scanning through an article about the Olympics, the group chat tings endlessly for new messages. When Baekhyun clicks it open, he sees it’s just their manager reminding them about the leaving time tomorrow, and Junmyeon and Chanyeol talking about pineapple tarts. Baekhyun snorts. But when he’s scrolling back and forth through the new messages, he gets an idea. Or more like a weird impulse.
He clicks through his contact list and sends a message.
what are u doing rn??
coming over!!, Baekhyun types quickly before getting up, grabbing his room key card and marching out.
He gets to the right door but doesn’t manage to knock before it opens, revealing a questioning looking Chanyeol.
“I’m bored,” Baekhyun says like it explains everything and lets himself in past the other.
Chanyeol chuckles, closes the door and walks back in in Baekhyun’s tow. “And what can I do for that?”
“I don’t know, just keep doing whatever you were doing and keep me company for a while, I guess.”
By the looks of it, Chanyeol’s just been nesting in the bed with his laptop the whole time. Baekhyun can appreciate that, and he flops down on the un-disheveled side of the bed. He glances at Chanyeol and half-expects the other to start protesting or complaining but instead, the taller just snorts and goes round the bed to take his spot among the blanket and pillows and laptop. While Chanyeol’s adjusting himself, Baekhyun takes his chance and snatches one pillow from him, propping it against the headboard and making himself comfortable.
“What were you doing earlier?” Baekhyun asks, watching Chanyeol prop the laptop on his stomach but still continuing scrolling with his phone.
“This,” Chanyeol gestures to his phone and laptop and laughs softly.
“Same. Did you shower yet?”
They laugh and go back to their phones for a moment until Chanyeol inches closer and shows Baekhyun a clip of the short track final from today when Korea got gold. And after that a clip of women’s hockey. And a funny Suhorang video. And so on. At some point, Baekhyun asks Chanyeol to put on some music in the background.
“What do you want?”
“Hmm, anything. Except your stuff.”
Baekhyun’s somehow ended up almost pressed against Chanyeol’s side but now he has to quickly roll away, laughing, and tries to block the coming jab with his pillow.
“I should kick you out for that,” Chanyeol huffs, feigning offence. He puts on Stay with me and watches as Baekhyun inches his way closer again.
“Good thing you like me, so you won’t do it~”
Chanyeol gives him an eye-roll and goes back to his phone, but Baekhyun can see the glint in his eyes and twitching of his mouth, so he knows they’re good. It’s been a while since banter like this, and Baekhyun enjoys it greatly. He also enjoys Chanyeol’s body heat and the way the other’s voice and laughter vibrate through his body when he presses closer. He rests his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder, with the excuse of peeking at his phone screen (he’s scrolling through Instagram).
Baekhyun closes his eyes for a moment and exhales deeply through his nose. The lying down, warmth and silent music have worked their wonders as he feels lassitude spreading through his body. He thinks in passing how good Chanyeol smells for someone who’s done a three-hour concert and not showered since. His mind is a mess right now.
He feels Chanyeol’s head turning and a nudge of the elbow against his side.
“Don’t you fall asleep on me.” And a light flick on his forehead for good measure.
Baekhyun snorts, burying his face in Chanyeol’s shoulder and answers by wrapping his arm and leg around the taller one and huddling even closer, if possible.
Chanyeol chuckles. “What’s up with you today?” He sounds thoroughly amused.
“I don’t know,” Baekhyun admits and tilts his head to look up at Chanyeol. The motherfucker has that small smile playing on his lips, the faint laugh lines crinkling the corners of his eyes, and Baekhyun feels his stomach jump a little. Honestly what is up with him?
“I just... feel like cuddling a bit? And also making out but I understand if that’s a bit, uh, overboard.”
It’s the second time Baekhyun tries his luck and gives Chanyeol an excuse to kick him out, and the second time it doesn’t happen. Instead, Chanyeol purses his lips, looking thoughtful and sets his laptop aside. He then wraps a loose arm around Baekhyun, his fingers brushing softly against Baekhyun’s neck, sending light shivers down his spine in their wake.
“Overboard, you say?”
Baekhyun shrugs. “A little.” He drops his eyes to Chanyeol’s lips and licks his own. He’s done being subtle (if he ever even was).
Chanyeol luckily takes the hint and leans in to press their lips together. Baekhyun opens his mouth instantly and slips his tongue into Chanyeol’s. The angle is a bit awkward so Chanyeol turns on his side and pulls Baekhyun flush against him. He gently strokes Baekhyun’s face, neck and arm and Baekhyun contently hums into his mouth. He lets his own hand travel lower and slips it under Chanyeol’s t-shirt, sliding it to the small of his back, drawing random figures with his fingers.
The kisses are deep, slow and lazy, and the touches soft and lingering, and Baekhyun loves it like that. He breathes in Chanyeol’s scent, sucks on his bottom lip and eventually pulls Chanyeol half on top of him so he can let both of his hands wander under the other’s shirt. He kind of loses the sense of time, and only when Chanyeol mumbles something about clock, Baekhyun snaps of his haze.
“Just wondering what time it is,” Chanyeol says and turns to look for his phone.
“Who cares?” Baekhyun asks. “I’m ready to lose some sleep over this.”
Chanyeol locates his phone and checks the screen. 2.05 am. “Me too. It’s just–“
A loud knocking on the door makes them both jump.
“Who comes at this hour?” Baekhyun hisses.
“Um, I’m pretty sure it’s Yongmin hyung,” Chanyeol says and scrambles to his feet.
He raises a finger to his lips and throws the blanket over Baekhyun before hurrying to the door. Baekhyun pulls the cover over his head and lies very flat and very still, trying to listen to the conversation happening at the door. It really sounds like their manager hyung, and from what Baekhyun can hear, he’s just telling Chanyeol to go to bed. Then there’s a click of the door and a deep sigh heaved by Chanyeol.
Baekhyun throws the blanket aside and sits up. “Is it Chanyeolie’s bedtime now?”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes at him. “I guess. So now I need to kick you out for real.”
“Too bad,” Baekhyun pouts, but grabs his phone and gets up nonetheless. It was a fun and worthwhile visit after all.
Baekhyun steps to Chanyeol and gives his cheek a quick peck. And another to his mouth. “So, good night then.”
They stand nose to nose, and the look Chanyeol’s giving to him is weirdly intense and that alone is almost enough to rile Baekhyun up again. He really needs to leave.
“Good night,” Chanyeol wishes. And then, when Baekhyun’s turned away and already at the door: “Later...?”
Baekhyun glances at Chanyeol, unable to hide the stupid grin on his face but at least he sees Chanyeol sporting an identical one.
“Maybe,” he says while opening the door. “See you at breakfast.”
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