"Fuck," I cursed as the lid came off the salt shaker, infesting the entire pan with salt.

Thankfully, I had just started, so I scrapped the pan and grabbed a new one, starting fresh by melting butter.

"This is why I don't freaking cook," I grumbled as the spatula helped spread the butter around the pan.

My eyes constantly glanced at the clock on the microwave, making me groan.

I cracked four eggs into the pan individually, rinsing my hands quickly before turning back to the pan to scramble them.

"Okay, now how in the fuck do I cook this bacon?" I scanned the packaging, having no luck in finding cooking instructions.

With a casual shrug of my shoulders, I tossed a few slices of bacon on a plate. Covering it with a paper towel, I put the plate in the microwave and pressed the one.

I rushed back over to the eggs, sighing in relief when they looked somewhat edible. Turning off the stove, I plugged in the toaster for the bread.

I dropped two slices in, right as the microwave beeped.

"I don't know how people can freaking multitask," I admitted to myself with a small shake of the head.

"They can't," a voice spoke behind me, making me jump.

Seeing Taehyung with a small smirk, I frowned. "What do you mean they can't? Thanks for scaring the shit out of me, by the way."

Taehyung set his keys down on the table. "I mean that there is no possibility of multitasking, psychologically speaking. We are able to alternate our attention quickly from one thing to another, but actually focusing on two things at once is not possible." He leaned against the kitchen island with his arms crossed over his chest. "What are you cooking?"

I sighed. "I was trying to make dinner for us. But of course I can't cook, clearly. I thought breakfast would be the best route to go."

Taehyung laughed, making me release a small smile. "Oh, Kookie."

"This is so freaking embarrassing," I whined, wanting to hide my red face.

Taehyung chuckled, walking over to the toaster and pulling out two burnt pieces of toast.

I dropped my head. "I think the eggs are at least edible."

Taehyung engulfed me in a soft hug, his hand rubbing up and down my spine. "Kookie, you don't have to try to cook for me, especially if it causes you so much distress."

"Really?" I pulled away slightly so I could look in his eyes.

He nodded, patting my cheek.

I cleared my throat, looking at the mess of pans and trash. "Um, how about we order pizza?"

Taehyung giggled. "Sounds good, Kookie. My treat!" He skipped to grab his phone that was on the charger.

As he spoke on the phone, I admired him from afar. The way he placed a hand on his hip as he spoke. The way his mouth resembled a square when he smiled into the phone. The way his voice sounded so gentle, despite knowing how tired he really is from his two jobs.

"How the hell did I get this lucky?" I whispered to myself before starting the work of cleaning up the mess from my attempt at dinner.

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