“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” asked Baekhyun as he pulled his shirt down. He’d left the bathroom door cracked after his shower and had been admiring the curves of his new abs when Jongdae had pushed the door open to pee.

“Why would I be jealous? I’ve already got abs. I’ve had abs.” Jongdae said, sniffing as he turned the corner into the kitchen. Baekhyun had followed him there and Jongdae still hadn’t peed. ing little .

“Daedae,” Baekhyun said in his most sugary sweet voice, and Jongdae rolled his eyes as Baekhyun draped himself over Jongdae’s shoulders. “Come to the gym with me, we can see who’s abs are best after we are on the same schedule!”

Jongdae paused, mid sip of water. Now that idea actually had merit, as much as he hated to admit it. “Fine,” he said, as neutrally as possible.

He gasped then, as Baekhyun’s hands suddenly slipped under his shirt and traced over his stomach. Jongdae flexed involuntarily, Baekhyun’s fingers tickled the hair over his navel.

“I always have liked your stomach best,” Baekhyun said into his ear, the sweetness disolving.

“Can I at least take a piss before we do this?” Jongdae whined.

Baekhyun laughed, squeezed his hand over Jongdae’s and pulled away. “Meet me in your room, I’ll be doing crunches.” He said slyly.

“Gods damnit Byun.”