Why Don't We Imagines

First Date (Corbyn)

Hide and seek furniture store

"y/n, we're here!" Corbyn announces as you two stand outside a furniture store.

"Are we buying furniture?" you ask him, a bit confused on what type of date Corbyn planned out for you two.

"No— silly, of course not. We're playing hide and seek." he beams, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the store with an excited grin spread out on his face.

You laugh as you both enter the store then ask him, "If we get kicked out?"

"Well, puts our hide and seek skills to the test." Corbyn answers with a playful smile, his eyes glinting with some rebellion.

"Who's hiding first?" you question while looking around the massive furniture store.

"Me!" Corbyn beams and walks up to and grabs your hands gently, his eyes holds just as much excitement as his grin.

He places your hands over your eyes then tells you, "Don't look too suspicious, y/n."

"I'll... try?" you chuckle and the warmth from his hands leaves, then you begin to count to 30 in your head.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten—

What if he hides in a drawer and a stranger opens it, you ask yourself.

You almost laugh at your own thoughts, picturing the stranger screaming in fear and Corbyn chanting, "I'm s-sorry," with an apologetic face.

Twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty!

You drop your hands and your eyes adjust to the sudden light, but your eyes scan the room as if Corbyn would be in plain sight.

Walking towards a living room set, you open the brown wood drawers and the same brown wood shelf that the TV stood on.

Nothing.

Heading towards a bedroom set, you sit on the bed and remove the pillows.

He can't fit in the nightstand right? you question yourself.

Dismissing your thoughts, you head towards another living room set with the idea that he wouldn't be hiding in a bedroom set.

"Need help, ma'am?"

You turn around and see a middle aged man— a worker, to be exact.

"Oh no, I just lost my boyfriend." you shortly explain to him, giving a small smile.

He repeats, "You lost your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he's a really attractive, blond-ish, tall guy. Striking eyes, he's so attractive it's insane." you give a physical explanation and find yourself smiling, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Aww, really?" a voice pops up out of nowhere.

You nearly jump and look at where the voice seemed to have come from— a large bed— with much space underneath it.

The worker speaks up with a shaky voice and disbelief filling his face, "Did that bed just talk?"

"Uhh, no."

You walk towards the bed and crouch down to look under it— finding Corbyn— also known as the talking bed.

You smile, "Found you."

Corbyn frowns and crawls out from under the bed, you both stand and look at the worker who was clearly confused.

"Uh, found him." you smile innocently, holding onto Corbyn's arm.

The worker only gives a look of disapproval, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

Corbyn speaks up and gives a sheepish smile, "I got lost... big place."

The man only sighs, "I knew I should've seen that therapist."

He walks away and once he's out of sight, you and Corbyn break out into hysterical laughter.

"Should I go hide now?" you ask him as tears almost form in your eyes from laughing.

His laughing comes to a halt as he tells you, "Let's just be together a bit longer."