#chenyeol

The bed was small, even more so with someone's lanky body taking up over half of it.

Chanyeol had been pretty good at planning this trip, usually there wasn't any issues with how thorough he was sites to visit, places to stay, things to see, food to eat. That was his way of paying back a quarter of the trip's cost— planning so thoroughly that all Jongdae had to do was grab Chanyeol's hand as he lead him around the country.

New Zealand was a beautiful country, and that h asn't changed even when Chanyeol had spent most of his time documenting their every move. Jongdae was surprised when he saw the amount of memory cards Chanyeol kept in his bag, but now that they had been here for a week, Jongdae's chiding of "you aren't even going to use these!" was null.

That wasn't the end of Jongdae's scolding. Because Chanyeol was using a camera, he didn't take too many photos of himself. Partially because Chanyeol hated taking photos of himself, but mostly because he wanted to take photos of Jongdae. He took candid ones of Jongdae, making the shot either extremely blurry and stupid, or catching one of Jongdae's resting frowns. At this point, Jongdae had given up on smacking Chanyeol whenever he would take a dumb photo of Jongdae zoning out as he looked at the sheep in the distance. Which, given how many sheep were in New Zealand, was more than one photo.

Today, everything seemed to take a turn for the worse. The biggest inconvenience of this trip that Jongdae had to face was sharing a bed with a giant, Chanyeol's planning finally had a crinkle. The hostel was overcapacity, as there was only one bed being open for the next couple of days. It's not like they haven't shared a bed before, but it was usually a double bed at least. This time, instead, it was a twin bed, almost too small for Chanyeol by himself— but for now both of them?

Jongdae was finished his pouting as he rolled over, facing the sleeping Chanyeol. According to the digital clock across the way, it was 1:21am and Jongdae's fight with sleep was futile. He was too uncomfortable, hanging on the edge of the bed, jerking away from Chanyeol's limbs like he was being touched by fire.

"Why is it so easy for you to sleep like this?" Jongdae whispered to himself, staring at his travel partner who had drool rolling down his chin. Chanyeol was sleeping like a baby, back pressed against the wall and one of his long arms draped over the pillow, almost touching Jongdae's head. With a sigh, Jongdae scooted a bit closer to the other. If Chanyeol really hated cuddling with Jongdae, he would be awake suffering with Jongdae. He had no choice but to embrace the closeness, the touching.

His eyes followed the lines of Chanyeol's peaceful, albeit drooling face. He looked cute like this.

"What are you gonna do when you look through your photos tomorrow?" Jongdae brought one of his arms under his head, using it as a pillow, as he mentally traced over Chanyeol's visage. "Stare at my face for a couple of hours? Why do you want to take so many photos of me?" Jongdae reached out, emboldened by how deep of a sleep Chanyeol was in, and placed his hand on Chanyeol's that rested between their bodies.

"I wish I could take a photo of you right now." Jongdae murmured, the peace of the moment making his eyelids fall, sleep suddenly washing over him, his body tired. He would've missed what happened, had it been said a moment later, but he managed to catch the deep rumble of Chanyeol's voice.

"So take one."