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He Cheng heard the door to his study open without looking up.
“Hey. Are you sure you haven’t seen my clothes?” Mo Guan Shan asked.
He Cheng looked up from his computer to look at Guan Shan, head peeking from the door, eyebrows furrowed in that worried look.
“Still no progress? Are you sure you left it here?”
Guan Shan scowled at his boyfriend. “How many times do I have to tell you that I did?”
But He Cheng, never to be deterred by the look he was getting from Guan Shan, just shrugged. “I’m just saying. If it’s here, it would be.”
Guan Shan bit his lip in thought, unknowingly doing all sorts of things to He Cheng with just that one unconscious action.
“Maybe I missed a spot. I’ll look for it again.” And left without properly closing the door.
Later, He Cheng would step in his bedroom and find his walk-in closet arranged in a different way than he left it that morning.
The frown on Guan Shan’s face was deep as he searched Cheng’s closet.
He Cheng pocketed his hands, leaned against the door jamb to the closet, and one foot over the other. “Still no luck?”
Guan Shan was looking through He Cheng’s designer suits and, from the looks of it, it wasn't the first time he did coz some of them were getting creased.
Mo Guan Shan groaned but didn’t even turn to him, just continued his search. “I looked everyone! I checked the laundry, inside the washing machine and the dryer, I went to the kitchen and looked for it there, nothing!”
Mo Guan Shan was sure it wasn’t at home because he checked there too just before coming here.
It’s not like he lost much. Most of them were just pajamas for when he spends the night. But still, those were his. And they were comfortable. Now he’ll have to borrow He Cheng’s clothes again.
Not like they were uncomfortable. He Cheng’s clothes were of the finest quality materials and they always smelled like him, too.
But still. He liked his own clothes too.
“Did you ask the staff?” He Cheng asked.
“Yeah but they said they didn’t notice any of my clothes.” Mo Guan Shan turned to He Cheng and the older man could see the frustration in Mo Guan Shan’s face. “I mean, how could that be? If it’s not in my apartment, then it could only be here!”
“Maybe it’s in your apartment and you just missed it.”
Guan Shan sighed, shoulders sagging. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll just…look for it again.”
When he came out from the shower that night wearing Cheng’s pajamas once again, the older looked up at him from where he was lounging on the sofa, face softening slightly in a way only Mo Guan Shan could.
Guan Shan rolled his eyes before quickly averting them as he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, hoping He Cheng missed how his cheeks, his ears, and the back of his neck turned pink.
The older man didn’t miss it and smirked.
Some time later, Mo Guan Shan was once again in He Cheng’s place after a long week of work. He was making barbecue for dinner, adding an extra serving since he heard He Cheng talking with Brother Qui. Mo Guan Shan might as well make some for him, even if he knows He Cheng’s gonna pack up Qui’s portion and tell his right hand man to disappear.
He was using a proper griller now, something He Cheng bought him—which still blows Mo Guan Shan’s mind—after Guan Shan mistakenly used an antique as a makeshift griller. In his defense, Qui told him it was safe to use it, the traitor.
Guan Shan had just gone out back to get more coal for the barbecue
But he came back with more than just coal.
Because in the storage area where supplies were kept, in a clear plastic bag that was used for trash, were Mo Guan Shan’s clothes.
Pissed, Mo Guan Shan carried the bag and marched right into He Cheng’s office, uncaring of his meeting with Qui was interrupted.
“Why the hell are my clothes in the storage area?!” he asked in incredulous disbelief, throwing the bag on the floor with force. He kinda hoped the bag made a sound as it hit the floor to show his frustration. Only, it fell with a dull thud.
“Ah, you found them.” He Cheng didn’t even have the audacity to be ashamed. Nope. The bastard was just giving him a smug smirk.
Mo Guan Shan was dumbfounded. “What the hell, Cheng!”
He Cheng nodded to Qui, who had already moved to take the bag from the floor. Mo Guan Shan could only watch with his mouth hanging open when Qui shot him a smirk of his own as he left He Cheng’s study, taking the bag back wherever it was he was going to take it back, probably somewhere Guan Shan wouldn’t accidentally stumble into, all the while He Cheng had already stood from where he was sitting and made his way towards Guan Shan.
Guan Shan raised a finger towards him, mouth opening and closing and opening again, but no words came.
He Cheng smirked that smug smirk Guan Shan absolutely hates, took Guan Shan’s hand in his and pulled him back outside where he was grilling their food.
“I can’t believe you! What the fuck, Cheng!” Mo Guan Shan exclaimed, hitting He Cheng in the arm which didn’t really have any effect on the older man.
“You look better in my clothes anyway.”
“Doesn’t give you permission to throw my clothes away, you bastard! How about I throw all your clothes, huh?”
“Then you won’t have anything to wear here.”
They suddenly stopped, making Mo Guan Shan look up at the older man.
“Actually, go ahead and throw them.” He Cheng moved closer, mouth to Guan Shan’s ear, and whispered, “I like you without them, too.”
Turning a shade darker than his hair, Mo Guan Shan pushed He Cheng away (who obviously let Guan Shan overpower him). In his flustered state, Mo Guan Shan quickly tried to put some distance between them. “Cheng, you bastard! Fuck you!”
Two long strides and one strong arm had Guan Shan’s back flush against Cheng’s chest. “I will. Tonight.”
Guan Shan already knew He Cheng was going to keep that promise.