[FIC] Henber food drabbles
Collection of two oneshots: Lychees and Stinky Tofu
Summary: Henry likes weird foods (at least Amber thinks so).
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Genre: CRACK CRACKLY CRACKKKK
A/N: compilation of drabbles, once again prompted by neoragodestiny
Lychees
“How in the world can you NOT like lychees?”
Henry stares at her, mouth agape.
Amber shrugs. “Strawberries are just better.”
“But…WHY?” He absolutely refuses to believe the words that just came from her mouth. “Lychees are the world’s best fruit, they’re healthy for you and taste delicious.”
“Ew, no. They give you nosebleeds and when I eat them I feel like I’m chewing on a squishy unborn fetus.” She wrinkles her nose in distaste.
Henry throws his hands up in submission. “Fine, you’ll get along JUST FINE with Hyukjae,” he says petulantly. “You’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately too, ya know.”
Amber smirks. Is she sensing some jealousy?
“You know what? If you’re going to have that childish attitude, maybe I will go out on a strawberry date with him,” she says teasingly. “Besides, I might need some tips on dancing and getting back in shape because our Japan debut is soon…”
Henry lurches almost instantaneously.
“WHAT? NO. If you’re going, I’m coming along too. I want to ask Hyukjae about some new workout routines as well. I need to work on my six-pack.”
Amber smirks. Yeah right, like he has any six pack. She’s seen his chest and Henry absolutely does not have abs of steel (she reckons it’s her fault, they’re just pigs that eat too much when they’re out together).
“You know, Henry, you don’t have to keep an eye on me, I can take care of myself.”
“Hey! I’m going with you, whether you like it or not!”
Stinky Tofu
Making out with Henry is usually an out-of-this-world experience for Amber. He clutches her shoulders as she stands on a slight tiptoe to reach his lips. His tongue melts in her mouth and his lips are so soft as they brush against her chin. The way he nibbles her bottom lip makes her giggle because it’s ticklish, but they laugh it off anyways. Kissing him is like a trip to heaven.
But not today.
The moment he inches towards her face, she knows something is up. That being the peculiar odor wafting from his mouth. The moment it hits her nose she flinches and jumps a mile away.
“Henry, what the hell did you just eat? Your mouth reeks of Hyuk’s armpits. ”
“What?” He shrugs innocently. “I bought stinky tofu.”
“Seriously? And you expect us to trade spit after you eating THAT?”
He looks down sheepishly.
“Well….”
Amber cuts him off. “NO. WAY. No way in hell.”
At that moment, her phone buzzes, alerting her of a new text.
“Oh, it’s Krys. Gotta run. Recording session in ten minutes.”
Henry looks at her forlornly as she races out, slamming the front door shut. She forgot to hug him goodbye…
Dejected, he slumps towards the kitchen, where Zhoumi is humming and fixing himself a salad.
“Herry, why the sad face? You look like someone killed your dog,” Zhoumi says as he chops up radishes and carrots.
“I ate stinky tofu today, Zhoumi ge…and now….Amber won’t kiss me.” Henry looks at Zhoumi with dewey eyes and sniffles. “What do I do?”
Zhoumi thinks, tapping on his chin for dramatic effect.
“Well…you can always try my custom home-made mouth wash.” Zhoumi flashes Henry a brilliant smile. “You think these perfect teeth came from nowhere?”
Henry nods. Doesn’t hurt to give it a try.
“Wait a sec.”
Zhoumi bobs off and comes back minutes later with a small bottle of bluish-pink mouthwash.
“You should feel privileged to have the chance to use it. This, my friend, is my secret to my excellent hygiene. I call it, my ‘Bottle of Sunshine.’”
Henry gapes, refusing to believe what he has just heard.
Zhoumi beams.
“Brilliant right? I know, I should have it patented under my name.”
“Uh…yeah,” he falters. “Can I just give it a try, hyung?”
He is handed a small plastic cup of it, and scrunches his nose. It looks suspicious, but who is he not to trust his own hyung? Oh well, it’s not like he has anything to lose. He gulps and downs the entire cup in one swig. It burns his mouth as he attempts to swish it around but it’s when the discomfort claws up his nostrils does he sputter and spit it out, all over Zhoumi’s shirt. Zhoumi stares at him in horror.
“YOU RASCAL. MY SHIRT. THAT WAS CAROLINE HERRERA YOU JUST SPEWED ON.”
Henry stands still, head low, taking the beating from Zhoumi’s scrawny arms. Oh well, he kind of deserved it. But on the upside, his mouth smells good, he thinks to himself as he breaths into his hand and sniffs. Even though Zhoumi is shouting at him and pulling his hair at the moment, he couldn’t help but break out into a full grin.
He’s got some making out to do when he picks up Amber for dinner tonight.