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Cookies-Jimin

Y/N's POV

Ugh, why did Jimin have to hide my favourite cookies from me. Apparently I was eating too many of them and it's not good for me. If he knows what's good for him he'll give me back my cookies.

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I need those cookies! I've been looking for them forever! I checked the cupboards, the fridge, even the bathroom but no sign of them. He's good. Ugh I give up.

Marching my way back to the kitchen and sit on the counter swinging my legs wondering what to do next.

Maybe I should clean up at little bit. I tie my braids in to a bun and start with sweeping the kitchen floors before wiping off the table.

Just as I was about to finish putting away the last wine glass on the top shelf I couldn't help but notice the shimmering container of the cookies Jimin hid from me on the shelf above.

I quickly set the wine glass on the shelf with all the others and grabbed a chair. I sat on my knees and tried reaching for the container. "Soo Close" i wiggled my fingers as they stretched trying to grab the container.

"What are you doing?" I jumped in shock, frightened by Jimin's voice. I quickly hopped off the chair and put my hands behind my back looking innocent.

"Oh, Umm N-Nothing, Why are you home so early?" I tried my best to sound as confident as ever even though I was guilty as hell.

"There was a gas leak so they let everyone home early, what were you doing?" He folded his arms arching his eyebrow, he knows what I was doing he just wants me to say it. I hate it when he does this.

" I was just uh-cleaning the shelves" I stuttered. Why must he always have this affect on me? It's that stare he has, it's like he can see right through me.

He arched his eyebrow even higher. He stepped forward tightening the gap in between us.

"Ok! I found my cookies and I was trying to reach them" I squeaked out before pointing to the direction of where he hid the cookies.

"Y/N we already talked about this, those cookies aren't good for you." Ok and? "Well I like those cookies they taste so good, just one more and it will be my last one I promise!" I begged.

"Pleaseee!?"

He rolled his eyes followed by a deep sigh, "Fine alright, just one then you throw them out, Promise?"

"Yes I promise" My hands still behind my back I cross my fingers breaking my promise. There's no way he's getting in between me and my cookies.

He Grabbed the container with ease and set them down, and watched me like a hawk. There's only one thing I could do.

Run.

I picked up the container with the sweet deserts and ran, I ran as fast as I could. "Oh, you're so dead, just wait until I get my hands on you." He growled behind me as he was chasing me up the stairs.

I can't run anymore, I gotta find a place to hide.

The bathroom, perfect. Making a quick turn causing Jimin to run past the bathroom before redirecting himself.  "Y/N! Open this door right now! I'm not fucking playing with you!"

*Munch*

"Y/N, I can hear you eating those cookies!" Damn, I really chew that loud. Oh well. I stuffed my face with 2 more cookies "No I'm not." You could clearly hear that there was food in my mouth.

"Y/N, you've got 5 seconds to open the door before I open it my self." Oh no, now I know he's madddd. He never threatens to do things like this unless he's really pissed.