"Oh! Gege! Look at this," Zitao said excitedly, taking the garment off the rack and holding it up to his body, "do you think this would look good on me?" Yifan took his time turning around, blinking disinterestedly at Zitao.

"Maybe."

The younger scoffed in annoyance, laying the shirt over his arm like the three others he had found. Even though Yifan loved fashion, apparently he hated shopping with others, even his own boyfriend. "You're so mean," Zitao pouted, walking away.

Yifan sighed, following after him, "Babe..." When Zitao didn't respond, he wrapped his arms around the younger's waist from behind, pulling him in, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to come across mean..." He kissed the side of Zitao's head.

The boy turn around, "Then will you buy these for me?" Yifan rolled his eyes internally. He didn't mind spending money on his boyfriend at all, he loved to. But sometimes Zitao didn't ask as... graciously as he wished the boy would.

"Only if you look good in them," Yifan finally replied, keeping his face neutral.

Zitao scoffed again, "Then you definitely won't say they look good." The older had the decency to look offended.

"I'm not that bad of a person." His boyfriend rolled his eyes and headed off to the fitting rooms. Yifan chuckled softly. The boy could pull anything off; of course he'd look good. He was already planning on buying whatever Zitao fancied. He was just going to mess with him a bit more.

Zitao held a mini fashion show for his boyfriend, showcasing the garments he picked out. Yifan kept a neutral expression, which annoyed Zitao, but in reality the older was thinking of how good the clothes would look on his floor. "So...?" Zitao trailed off when he returned in his normal clothes. Yifan feigned interest in the time as he looked at his watch.

"Maybe next time." Maybe that was a bad move. Zitao slammed the clothes on the nearest rack and stalked out of the store. Feeling bad, Yifan quickly grabbed the discarded clothes, purchased them, and hurried out after his enraged boyfriend. It took a while, but he finally found him sitting on a bench.

Setting the bags down, the older knelt down in front of him, "I'm sorry, Zitao. I was kidding, but I did take it too far..."

"..."

Yifan chuckled and leaned forward, kissing him, "You look good in everything, babe... but nothing is my favorite."

Zitao laughed loudly, "."

Yifan winked.