Why Don't We Imagines

corbyn besson | not mine

i got this idea from another imagine book so creds to DisappearingWriter. also, im back :)

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you stumbled into the kitchen of your shared apartment to make your cup of coffee as you waited for corbyn to wake up. after a couple months on tour, you knew all he wanted to do was sleep, so you let him catch up on his z's. as you grabbed a mug and poured your coffee in it, you heard steps slowly coming into the kitchen

'good morning y/n' corbyn mumbled, his voice heavy from sleep

'good morning corbyn' you smile

even though it was nearly spring in virginia, it was still pretty cold. you shivered in your place as you poured some creamer into the cup and mixed it together.

'is someone cold?' corbyn questioned as he cocked an eyebrow

'no' you plainly stated as you wrapped your hands around the warm mug and sipped on your coffee which slight warmed you up

'right' he replied before walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist

you leaned against the counter and felt his head lay against your shoulder

'you're heavy get off' you protested as you tried your best from getting crushed by his weight

'nope i'm good right here' he hummed

'go make yourself something to eat corbyn, i don't want to deal with your hungry side today' you chuckle as he finally releases you from his grasp

'fine' he huffs before walking over to the cabinet to grab some cereal

while he was searching for the milk in the fridge, you hopped onto the countertop and continued finishing your coffee. the two of you stood in the kitchen in silence, just enjoying each others company. when corbyn was done with his bowl, he placed it in the sink, not before grabbing your mug and doing the same.

'still cold?' he asked as he crossed his arms across his chest

'maybe a little' you stated as you rubbed your arms

he smiled as he slowly walked up to you before stopping in between your legs, 'wait a minute, are these my sweats?'

'maybe' you reply dragging the 'e'

he laughs as he grabs you and places you over his shoulder

'corbyn where are we going' you laugh as you try to break free from his hold on you

'to the room to see how many things you've stolen from me

after entering the room, he plops you down onto the bed as he rummages through your closet. while he was counting all the countless hoodies, shirts and sweatpants you've stolen from him, he came across an unfamiliar shirt.

'is this jonah's shirt?' corbyn asked as he held up the black t-shirt

'yeah, it was old and i needed more sleeping shirts so he gave me one of his old shirts to have' you reply

'well i have plenty of shirts you can wear to sleep, so goodbye to this old thing' he stated as he threw it towards the trash

'c'mon corbyn, it's just a shirt' you laugh

'yeah but i got shirts you can wear too' he pouted as he sat down at the edge of the bed

'fine, i'll only use your shirts from now on' you laugh as you wrap your arms around his torso