Taemin didn't like baking. Or cooking in general, for that matter. It involved math, and as Asian as he was, he hated math.

But he needed a pretty cake, and the bakery was closed, so what choice did he have? He rolled up his sleeves and got out the flour and eggs and baking soda and milk and, best of all, sugar. Yummy.

"Okay, flour!" he said. He looked at the bowl and the bag and the bowl and the bag and screw it, he was just going to dump in the whole thing.

"Okay, now for the eggs!" Taemin squealed happily. He broke the whole dozen happily and mixed them in with the flour, whistling as the mixture lumped together around his spoon. It was so perfect already.

"Milk!" Taemin shouted, opening the carton and stopping it upside down over the bowl. It sloshed in the bowl, the white liquid rising over the flour. Taemin stabbed the flour with his spoon. It became a goop the at his spoon, but there was still a little liquid, so he lumped in some baking soda.

"Not... Too... Much..." he grunted as he shook the bag clean. He mixed it in and grabbed the jar of sugar. He dumped it all in, only stopping when the sugar piled too high for the liquid to soak up.

"I need liquid," he pouted, suddenly having an idea. He grabbed some banana milk from the fridge and began pouring it in, shaking free loose droplets as he watched the liquids and solids balance out. Oh, he was a genius.

Finally, he was done. He mixed it together and, as a last resort, dumped in packets of chocolate Jell-O and some more banana milk. It was going to be the best cake ever! Totally awesome. After all, he'd added all the necessary stuff, right? He poured the batter into a cake tin and popped it in the oven, cranking that baby as high as it could go. It was going to be magnificent.

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"Explain to me again how you managed to make the oven blow up," Minho groaned as he rubbed his temples. Taemin blushed and looked down sheepishly at the rubble that used to be the kitchen. He'd only turned his back for a second. Honest! And then when he heard the explosion, he had called the cops as quickly as he could. How was he to know that the baking soda would explode? His natural ditziness didn't allow for that knowledge!

"I was making a cake," he mumbled. Well, they'd found the cake... It was a mass of charcoal and other forms of carbon. Not edible, not appetizing. It had made Taemin want to cry until Minho had showed up. His hyung's presence made everything better, even now when he was being yelled at. Minho sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Why didn't you just go to the bakery?" he asked, letting out a long sigh. Taemin pouted with his ultimate aegyo. Why did no one understand his plight? He rubbed some ashes from his cheek and sniffled and he ruefully explained.

"The bakery's closed, and I really really really needed a cake," he lamented. Minho looked up and sighed, ruffling the younger male's hair. Taemin's heart warmed up a little, and not because the piled of destroyed kitchen-ware behind him was still smoldering.

"And why did you need a cake?" Minho asked patiently. Taemin blushed, smiled, and stood on his tippy toes, kissing Minho's lips nervously. Wow, they were amazing...

"I heard they make confessions a lot easier."

A/N - Happy birthday, sweet Derp~

Comments are love for my derp~