prompt: salt

"Because I really want to taste that delicious body of yours."

Seunghyun looked at the man whose hips were moving as he hummed a song. One of his hands was holding a chopstick while the other shook the pan. If only Seunghyun’s mood were better, he would just the brunette from behind. However, Daesung decided to act as “Mommy Daesung” and “Personal Trainer Daesung” at the same time and made Seunghyun life miserable, for, as long as Seunghyun remembered, three days.

If only he didn’t go with Daesung to the gym and weighed himself without the younger peeking at the scale, Seunghyun wouldn’t be in a deep like this.

If only his real personal trainer didn’t have a conversation with Daesung about Seunghyun who skipped some sessions with him, Seunghyun wouldn’t have to sit like a good boy and watched Daesung prepared a healthy lunch for him.

And by healthy, that would mean no salt and sugar and the food’s flavor would solely depend on the garlic and ginger and the chicken broth and the vegetable broth and… Is there something like vegetable broth? Seunghyun got goosebumps all over his body.

“Hmm… D-dae Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“S-salt? A pinch of it maybe?” Seunghyun stuttered.

“You don’t need salt because you’re salty already, Hyung!” the younger snapped and the older man sighed. He slouched on the chair and Daesung felt guilty. He turned