I COULD BE HAPPY & private, moksha

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Daesung's eyebrows wrinkled as he looked down at her, leaning her weight to the side as her leg slid from beneath her to hoist herself up on to her feet. "I told you not to put so much god damn salt in it. And what do you do? You put fucking salt in the soup!" Her voice had risen a couple of octaves, anger sizzling beneath her skin but the majority, if not all of it, was just her concern for his health. He had frightened her so badly; she thought he was going to die right in front of her eyes and she would be helpless. She hadn't realized tears welled up until her vision became blurry and her cheeks became wet, quickly looking down to avoid the massive man from seeing her cry. Fuck, she shouldn't do that. "Don't you ever scare me like that again..."