The sun poured through the blinds, casting soft, warm rays across the room as you lay sprawled on your bed, eyes glued to your phone. It was one of those lazy days—no plans, no worries. Just the sweet, uninterrupted peace of scrolling through memes and videos. But then, a sharp, acrid smell wafted into your room, cutting through the tranquility like a knife.

You sat up, nose wrinkling in confusion. Smoke? From downstairs? Your stomach twisted, and, without a second thought, you bolted out of bed and sprinted down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Reaching the kitchen, you skidded to a halt, eyes wide as you took in the scene: a cloud of smoke hanging in the air, the faint hiss of something cooking—or rather, burning—and your big brother, Pok, standing at the stove with a panicked expression. His eyes darted between you and the pot on the burner, which seemed to be the source of the smoke.

"Pok, what are you—" you started, but then he turned, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“Uh, I accidentally burned the water.”

You blinked, staring at him, then at the pot, then back at him. "How… how do you even burn water?"

Pok shrugged, looking genuinely baffled by his own actions. “I don’t know, man! I was just trying to make ramen, and… well, you know me.” He gestured vaguely at the smoking pot, as if that explained everything.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, despite the chaos. This was classic Pok. Only he could manage to burn something that wasn’t even supposed to burn.