Oneshot // The Clothing Game // Zhoumi x Henry
Title: The Clothing Game
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zhoumi and Henry
Length: 664 words
Author's note: Written for the Smuff anon-meme. Prompt: "henry loves stealing zhoumi's clothes and wears them and it drives zhoumi insane because he likes it."
Sometimes Henry likes to play a game with himself. This game includes trying to see how long he can wear Zhoumi’s clothing before the elder finds out and makes him take them off. He plays because he loves the feel of the baggy clothes against his skin and enjoys the smell Zhoumi leaves in them. It also includes trying to see how increasingly annoyed Zhoumi gets that Henry keeps wearing his clothes.
The first time Henry pulls on a pair of white pants and tightens the belt around his hips, then slips on the black shirt to accompany it. The neck comes down slightly too far and almost hangs off both his shoulders, but he just smiles in the mirror of the hotel bathroom as he parts his hair to the side and smoothes it out. He nods again and takes a step backwards, accidentally stepping on the hem of the pant leg and falls backward. He is caught by someone he doesn’t even know was there. Looking up at the person behind him he sees Zhoumi and feels a flush grow over his face as the older boy helps him to stand up. “S-sorry, Zhoumi-ge.” Henry apologizes softly, as he starts to strip again when Zhoumi asks why he’s wearing his clothes.
The second time Henry tries something different. He sneaks into the dressing room earlier than the rest before one of their interviews and, skipping over the outfit he knew to be his (and even if he didn’t, it had his name pinned to it), goes straight to the last one of the rack. He stares at the black leather jacket and the striped shirt for only a moment before taking the small piece of paper with the name Zhoumi scribbled on it off and throwing it to the ground as he takes the outfit into the nearest changing room to carefully put it on.
As he hoists the jacket over his shoulders and fingers the chain hanging from his waist he smiles again, the wide grin that was only present on his face at moments like this. “Henli?” Zhoumi’s voice rang through the backstage room and he quickly gets up on the seat so his feet aren’t showing out the bottom of the stall door. “Henli, I know you’re in here. I need my clothes.” How did he know? And now he was stopped right outside the door. Henry glanced down only to see his own clothes still on the floor where he’d left them.
The third time Henry is determined to get it right. He finishes buttoning up the blue satin pajama top and steps out of the bathroom with care not to trip into the bedroom he shares with his gege, that smile plastered on his face once again. He looks around and sees that Zhoumi is, in fact, not in the room and his grin widens if at all possible as he runs and jumps on the bed, the loose clothing flying in the air and getting tangled around him as he lands. He laughs a little at himself as he fixes the outfit and lays down on his back, his arms under his head and he closes his eyes, thinking about how annoyed Zhoumi will be to find him sleeping in his clothes.
It seems he is finally going to get what he wants as a few minutes later he feels Zhoumi sit down on the bed next to him and clear his throat. A smirk forms on Henry’s lips as he shakes his head indicating he’s not taking them off this time and that Zhoumi can go find a different pair of pajamas, but what happens next definitely takes Henry by surprise. He feels Zhoumi’s lips against his followed by a whispered “It’s okay, I’ll just take them from you the fun way” as the older boy’s hand slips up under the soft fabric of the shirt.
Henry still isn’t sure if he won or not.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zhoumi and Henry
Length: 664 words
Author's note: Written for the Smuff anon-meme. Prompt: "henry loves stealing zhoumi's clothes and wears them and it drives zhoumi insane because he likes it."
Sometimes Henry likes to play a game with himself. This game includes trying to see how long he can wear Zhoumi’s clothing before the elder finds out and makes him take them off. He plays because he loves the feel of the baggy clothes against his skin and enjoys the smell Zhoumi leaves in them. It also includes trying to see how increasingly annoyed Zhoumi gets that Henry keeps wearing his clothes.
The first time Henry pulls on a pair of white pants and tightens the belt around his hips, then slips on the black shirt to accompany it. The neck comes down slightly too far and almost hangs off both his shoulders, but he just smiles in the mirror of the hotel bathroom as he parts his hair to the side and smoothes it out. He nods again and takes a step backwards, accidentally stepping on the hem of the pant leg and falls backward. He is caught by someone he doesn’t even know was there. Looking up at the person behind him he sees Zhoumi and feels a flush grow over his face as the older boy helps him to stand up. “S-sorry, Zhoumi-ge.” Henry apologizes softly, as he starts to strip again when Zhoumi asks why he’s wearing his clothes.
The second time Henry tries something different. He sneaks into the dressing room earlier than the rest before one of their interviews and, skipping over the outfit he knew to be his (and even if he didn’t, it had his name pinned to it), goes straight to the last one of the rack. He stares at the black leather jacket and the striped shirt for only a moment before taking the small piece of paper with the name Zhoumi scribbled on it off and throwing it to the ground as he takes the outfit into the nearest changing room to carefully put it on.
As he hoists the jacket over his shoulders and fingers the chain hanging from his waist he smiles again, the wide grin that was only present on his face at moments like this. “Henli?” Zhoumi’s voice rang through the backstage room and he quickly gets up on the seat so his feet aren’t showing out the bottom of the stall door. “Henli, I know you’re in here. I need my clothes.” How did he know? And now he was stopped right outside the door. Henry glanced down only to see his own clothes still on the floor where he’d left them.
The third time Henry is determined to get it right. He finishes buttoning up the blue satin pajama top and steps out of the bathroom with care not to trip into the bedroom he shares with his gege, that smile plastered on his face once again. He looks around and sees that Zhoumi is, in fact, not in the room and his grin widens if at all possible as he runs and jumps on the bed, the loose clothing flying in the air and getting tangled around him as he lands. He laughs a little at himself as he fixes the outfit and lays down on his back, his arms under his head and he closes his eyes, thinking about how annoyed Zhoumi will be to find him sleeping in his clothes.
It seems he is finally going to get what he wants as a few minutes later he feels Zhoumi sit down on the bed next to him and clear his throat. A smirk forms on Henry’s lips as he shakes his head indicating he’s not taking them off this time and that Zhoumi can go find a different pair of pajamas, but what happens next definitely takes Henry by surprise. He feels Zhoumi’s lips against his followed by a whispered “It’s okay, I’ll just take them from you the fun way” as the older boy’s hand slips up under the soft fabric of the shirt.
Henry still isn’t sure if he won or not.