Mystic Messenger One-Shots (RFA x Reader)

Cookie Thief - Saeran x Reader

Prompt: "I'm going to hell for this." "You can't be serious all you did was steal acookie!"

I both love and hate doing this. Sneaking around the house at 2am just to snack on a cookie before heading to bed and actual falling asleep. Pros of doing such a crime is that I get a sweet treat and the cons being that if I'm caught by a certain red haired, mint eyed man, I'm as good as dead. Literally.

Right now, it's that time again... time for a cookie! Sliding out from under the covers and trying my damnedest to not wake up my sleeping boyfriend, I tip-toe to the door of our bedroom, open it as quietly as I can and then tip-toeing down the hall and to the kitchen. Once I reach the kitchen and I make my way over to a cupboard that's beside the fridge, I open it up and there, at the top of it, sits a two jars of double chocolate cookies, one being mine and the others Saeran's. I reach for Saeran's and open the jar up, reaching my hand into the jar and pulling out a single cookie. I hate doing this, they are Saeran's after all, I ran out last week and been stealing from his jar every night since but they are just so good that I can't resist.

Holding the cookie in my mouth, I use my now free hands to close the jar back up, place it in its original place and close up the cupboard. I lean on the counter enjoying my cookie when suddenly two arms wrap around my waist. I stiffen, knowing full well that I've been caught.

"I'm going to hell for this." I mutter and Saeran just laughs.

"You can't be serious all you did was steal a cookie!" he states still chuckling. "If I'm being honest, I was coming down for a cookie too, so don't worry" he winks at me then moves around to open the cupboard to get his jar. I slither out of his grasp and take a couple steps away from him. He looks at me with a confused look but when he opens the jar to see that his number of cookies has depleted, and not by him, he calmly closes everything up and puts it away before turning to face me.

"You better run" he informs me in a menacing tone. I take another step back.

"W-Why?" I ask stuttering. I know full well why, but I still asked for some reason.

"You stole my cookies. You are going to hell, and I'm taking you there myself." He tells me before pouncing out at me. I just barely miss it before I zip off to save my life.

Let the hunt for the cookie thief begin.