why don't we imagines

"is that my shirt?" ↳ c.b

you were currently in the why don't we boys kitchen, making some food.

the boys had gone out for a little bit, leaving you at their house alone.

you had music playing on your speaker quite loudly and you were dancing around, acting stupid as you sang along.

"it isn't in my blood!" you sang loudly, holding the spoon to your mouth as if it was a microphone.

"it isn't in my blood!" you continued singing as you turned dramatically only to see corbyn standing right there with a smirk.

you yelled, frightened, not expecting him to be standing there.

you grabbed your phone and paused your music.

"what an amazing performance," he teased.

"shut up," you said, blushing.

he smiled at you before looking at your outfit, his eyebrows furrowing.

"is that my shirt?"