Chicken making Chicken (1/1)

this was written for school, where we had to make a shrot story including certain words which I underlined.sorry if there's mistakes, i didn't feel like editing.It was their second year anniversary and Sehun had taken the day off school to roast up a nice, juicy chicken. Though his skills in the kitchen were lacking, the young boy had his mind set on creating a romantic surprise dinner for Luhan to come home to from his long and tiring classes at university. Also, more often than not, Luhan would imply that Sehun was too immature for certain things. For example, that he was incapable of cleaning the window without breaking or staining it. But hopefully after tonight if all goes well, Sehun could maybe end up killing two birds with one stone, succeed in making Luhan’s happy and gain his trust around the apartment.After covering the chicken and vegetables with the necessary ingredients and seasonings, and sliding the filled roast pan into the oven, Sehun seated himself on a wooden chair at the kitchen table. Tapping his fingernails on the said tabletop, the brunette scanned the room in search of something to pass time as he waited.He was already clad in the white suit Luhan had bought him for his birthday and his hair was gelled back to perfection. The table was already set and adorned with the proper utensils in their places, along with ivory candles, fully bloomed crimson roses and blood-red petals to add to the atmosphere. Sehun smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on his jacket, stopping abruptly when an imaginary light bulb popped above his head. Sprinting off into the direction of his and Luhan’s shared bedroom, he made a beeline towards the older boy’s side of the bed where his desk stood. Standing before the mahogany wood, Sehun took in a deep breath.The shorter boy had always banned Sehun from coming anywhere near a five-foot radius within the desk. He gazed at the desk with all its forbidden glory, clammy hands shaking with adrenaline he had experienced earlier that morning. Luhan would skin Sehun alive if he knew he even came close to the precious glossy wood. The thin boy shivered at the thought of his seemingly innocent little boyfriend viciously chaining him up and using a cheese grater to peel his skin, eyes that usually held adoration, filled with fury and no remorse. Or maybe he’d even be laughing hysterically as he did this, with a sadistic smile plastered to his face.But then again, Luhan had also banned him from using any heating devices in the kitchen—another household rule that was carelessly thrown out the window; Sehun had nothing to lose.Shrugging to himself, Sehun burnt what could’ve been left of his life and shamelessly rummaged through the drawers. He pouted in disappointment when he couldn’t dig up any dirt on the older and instead, was only met with typical school work. With an exaggerated sigh, he pulled out the textbook he was looking for and stole a pencil and sharpener, but not without leaving the once-organized desk looking like it had evidently been hit by Hurricane Sehun.Trudging to his desk on the other side of the room because Luhan’s was too messy to use now, he set the textbook down, opening it where a few sheets of paper were neatly placed in. Bringing a page closer to his face, he smiled a sly smile.“That’s right,” he slowly muttered to himself, drawing out the first word as he bobbed his head to nothing. Looking up from the page to look at the mirror, he smirked at his handsome reflection. “Only I, Sehun, would do my boyfriend’s tedious homework just to be nice.” He stuck his lips out sensually, all the while keeping an eye on himself as if missing a single action would be the start of an apocalypse. “Luhan’s lucky to have you,” he huskily whispered to himself.After ten more minutes of admiring himself, Sehun proceeded to complete Luhan’s homework. Maybe somewhere along the way, realization dawned on him that he was still in his last year of high school, whereas Luhan was now in university. Clearly the latter was more advanced in science, because Sehun was almost ready to pull out his hair. Almost. “Didn’t I learn about atoms in eighth grade?” Cursing under his breath, Sehun flipped through the pages of the text book in frustration, only to be interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and locks clicking. With his make-believe tail wagging, Sehun scampered to the door, ready to greet his dazzling lover. “Happy anniversary!” he almost sung, throwing his arms around Luhan, who smiled.“Happy anniversary,” he cooed back before sniffing the air, his jaw dropping. Sehun only grinned at this.“Do you smell that? I made dinner,” he stated proudly, expecting kisses to be plastered to his face. Instead, all he received was a look of incredulity and felt himself get thrown off the smaller. Pouting again, he rubbed his heart and watched as Luhan rushed over to the oven. He pulled on the oven mitts and pulled out the roast pan, revealing a… black chicken. Sehun frowned, cocking his head to the side. Was it supposed to look like that?It was only when he saw smoke coming from the oven did Sehun come to the revelation that the chicken was burnt. He silently whimpered when Luhan used the mitten to smack a small barely there fire on his disgraceful work.“Sorry,” Sehun muttered sadly when everything calmed down and their apartment wasn’t about to get burnt down, his invisible puppy ears drooping.“It’s okay,” Luhan assured for the nth time that night, reassuringly cupping the younger’s cheek. After coming to the agreement of ordering takeout from one of the restaurants down the street, Luhan headed to their bedroom to get changed while Sehun happily dumped the burnt food into the garbage.He felt his blood run cold when a shrill scream sounded from the bedroom.