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you stood in the kitchen, waiting for chenle to return from the bathroom.

you couldn’t help but let your curiosity take over as you examine the pan that’s cooking yours and chenle’s breakfast. both of you had a day off, something that doesn’t occur often. he had stepped away for a minute to use the bathroom, leaving you to watch the pan. you lacked basic cooking skills. even your boyfriend knew, telling you to take a step back from the stove.

you stand there, the food across from the kitchen the only thing keeping you company. fidgeting with your fingers, you walk over to the stove and curiosity gets the best of you. nobody has ever taught you how to cook, chenle tried, but despite his best efforts, you both ended up taking a trip to see the er doctors.

your inability to work around a kitchen wasn’t a big deal, it was the way in which you moved about the kitchen that was a safety concern. never minding whatever chenle had going on in the kitchen, you moved around as though there were no obstacles, ignoring all of the pans and cooking utensils being used.

bored, you start messing with the settings on the stove, exactly what chenle told you to stay away from. but you can’t stop now, you let your mind take over and the next second you find yourself holding your left hand, the reddish pink colored flesh, glistening in the dim kitchen light.

“chenle!” you shout, slightly panicked but somewhat assured. this isn’t the first time there’s been an incident in the kitchen.

you hear your boyfriend’s fast footsteps, trailing out of the room and into the kitchen. his eyes meet yours then travel down your body, meeting your burnt hand.

chenle sighs, “what do i always tell you?”

“don’t go near the stove when there’s food cooking.” you glance at him and turn your head to the floor.

“are you ok?” his eyes shift up to your face and soften when he realizes he may have been a little too harsh. “do we need to go to the-“

“i can handle it, we’ve been through this before.” it’s true, you know how to treat your mild burns, stuff like this has happened countless times. even chenle has become an expert at treating your wounds you receive from the kitchen.

“i know. you know there’s a reason i tell you to stay away from the hot stove and other dangerous kitchen appliances, right?” chenle turns the sink on as you walk over to him, placing your hands under the cool running water. “it’s because i don’t want these accidents to keep happening.” he places a light kiss on the top of your head, watching as you leave your hands to cool off under the water.

you take a deep breath in then sigh. of course you know that, but you want to help. you want to be apart of the team, and that means you’re determined to make do with what you already know about cooking. nothing.

“i wanna help.” you look at chenle. “i want to help you cook.”

he looks up at you, noticing the determination on your face. he nods in agreement, feeling bad about having given up on you in the first place. “we can try again,” he states with a little hesitation in his voice, and you can tell he doesn’t want to go through an accident like this, again.

“i can do it.” you reassure him and he smiles back.