The next day,

I woke up. It was 12am. I need to get ready for work.

“I can’t believe I have to work from 3am to 3pm…But this is the only job that I can have. I’m too lazy to work and do interviews.” I mumbled to myself.

I brushed my teeth. I spit my saliva into the sink. I look up and there Jungkookie is…

He stares at me with a deadly smile.

I jump back and get startled.

Jungkookie gives me an evil look.

It makes me wonder my existence.

It makes me forget things for 2 seconds.

I then say, “Jungkookie…What are you doing?”

Jungkookie says, “I want to eat the mirror.”

I get frightened… “You wanna eat the mirror?”

He nods…Still staring at me.

“Okay…” I say, getting frightened…

“How about we go to places after I work, okay? You can eat the mirror later.” I say. He nods.

I say, “Don’t get into trouble, okay?”

Jungkookie rolls his eyes while eating the air.

I step outside the house and double locking the door.

I drive off.

I start getting second doubts about if I locked the door or if I closed all the windows.

The thing that bothered me the most was…

What if Jungkookie isn’t a cookie?

I arrive at McDonalds. I work but still…That thought can’t seem to get out of my head.

I think to myself, “I’m just paranoid.” So ignored it.

The clock hits 3pm. It’s time to go home.

I drive home fastly. Still paronoid if Jungkookie got out of the house.

I arrive home.

I quickly unlock the door.

I enter the house to find Jungkookie sitting on the couch with his invisible hands carrying the remote. He eats the air.

I thought to myself. He must be lonely. He should have a cookie friend.

I say, “Jungkookie, let’s go. Let’s go to where you were made.”

We drive.

After hours and hours, we finally arrive to the BTS Cookie Army Store.

I tell Jungkookie to stay in the car. I enter the Cookie store.

“Hello, can I get another cookie?” I ask.

V says, “Oh, you. I remember you. You’re that one annoying girl we met the other day.”

I felt offended. “Excuse me?”

RM comes out, “Oh…You…We take no refunds.”

I say, “No, I just want another cookie. Well, a cookie friend for Jungkookie.”

RM says, “Oh, I thought you wanted to give us Jungkookie back, haha…” He laughs nervously.

I ask, “Do people usually want to give their cookie back?”

RM says, “You’re our first costumer actually.”

V says, “And last…”

I curiosly ask, “What do you mean by last?”

V rolls his eyes. “Terrible things happen to curious girls. I fear it might have already happened-.”

RM interrupts what V is saying purposely, “Anyways, what would cookie would you like?”

I look at the menu. “You guys finally have menus.”

V rolls his eyes. “You’re holding up the line.”

I look behind me but there’s no one there. I take it as a joke.

“Haha, very funny.”

V and RM look at each other weirdly.

RM says, “Umm, so your order?”

“Oh, I’ll have the…” I say while looking through the menu.

“The Jimi Cookie seems…Interesting.” I say.

V says, “You mean exciting, right?”

At this point, I’m getting annoyed by V but I ignore him.

I sit down, I look outside through the window to make sure if Jungkookie is still in the passenger seat. I’ll make both of the cookies sit in the backseat.

RM gives me the Jimi cookie. “Here you go, have a nice day…And come back…”

I nod and thank him. I get into the car and make Jungkookie sit in the back with Jimi.

While driving, I hear Jungkookie trying to bit Jimi’s invisible arms.

I say, “Jungkookie! Stop!”

He stops and rolls his eyes. Jimi is crying.

I let it slide…For now.

We arrive home. I unlock the door and enter the house with Jimi and Jungkookie.

I say to Jungkookie, “Jimi is going to share the bed with you since ou guys are practically brothers.”

Jungkookie rolls his eyes. He’s never acted like this before.

At 9pm, I tell Jungkookie and Jimi to go to bed. I put them in the oven and tuck them in. I go upstairs to sleep.

The next day, I wake up. Thank god, I don’t have work today.

I go downstairs to see melted chocolate on the floor…

I see Jungkookie on the couch, eating the air, his invisible hands holding the remote.

“Where’s Jimi?” I ask.

Jungkookie says, “He’s gone.”

“…Did you kill him?” I ask. I start to get scared.

Jungkookie rolls his eyes. “Yes, are you happy now?”

“He was supposed to be your best friend!” I yell.

Jungkookie rolls his eyes, “I don’t need best friends.”

I look around, feeling scared. I notice cookie crumbs then…a cookie…Laying on the ground…Face flat. “Is his body right there?” I ask.

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