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There was a certain amount of tolerance Yoongi has developed ever since meeting Jimin, but he thinks nothing his boyfriend has done in the past matches in strangeness with what he was up to now.
“Jimin, what on earth are you doing, and why are there stickers all over the place,” Yoongi asks while looking around the shared apartment. The pink-haired male was rather rudely woken up by a loud crash at, as Yoongi would say most of the time, “an ungodly time of the morning,” or what most people would call, 11:30am.
“Aw hyung, good morning! Did you sleep well?” Jimin popped back up from the ground, grinning at his boyfriend cheerfully. Yoongi instinctively cracks a tiny smile back at Jimin before shifting back into a grumpy frown.
“I was, until I was woken up by a certain brat. What are you even doing?” Yoongi asked again, squinting at the stickers placed all over their living room. He saw a tiny sticker on each wall reading "Wall," one on their fish tank reading "Troyella Love House <3" (Jimin loved the High School Musical series and insisted on naming their pet goldfish after the main couple), and several other ridiculously random stickers. Jimin only giggled as a response, holding up a small machine as his answer.
“What-- what is that?” Jimin hummed, pressing a few buttons on the machine. “It’s a label maker machine, hyung!” A little while later, a small label sticker came out and Jimin practically skipped over to Yoongi, peeling the sticker to press onto his boyfriend’s forehead.
“There we go,” the younger male chirped, pressing a quick kiss onto Yoongi’s cheek before prancing off to the kitchen. Yoongi only frowned, touching the sticker stuck onto his forehead and carefully peeled it off. He was greeted with a sticker reading “Jiminnie’s Bae” printed in small text, much to Yoongi’s amusement.
“Cute little shit,” he whispered, following the other into the kitchen to get something to fill his now-growling stomach.
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When Yoongi said the “Jiminnie’s Bae” sticker was cute, he definitely did not mean that he wanted to have his entire body covered in labels at random times. In the span of just five days, Yoongi swears he found at least 30 labels all over his body, some with cute labels, such as the one he found on his left hand (“Jimin’s Right Hand’s Other Half”) and some just plain embarrassing, such as the small one found on his right hand (“Yoongi’s BFF When Jimin Isn’t Around”), which Seokjin sadly noticed before Yoongi did during an afternoon coffee break.
Yoongi was able to tolerate it though, reasoning that Jimin has been much more annoying in the past (there was a time when Jimin was rather obsessed with glitter and there was glitter everywhere). Or he thought he could tolerate it, before one day Namjoon burst out laughing behind him while they were walking to a pizzeria to grab a quick lunch. Yoongi looked back at his friend, confused, only to be responded with Namjoon attempting to wheeze out an answer. After an embarrassing ten minutes of standing in the middle of a sidewalk with a hysterical Namjoon, the taller male was able to recollect himself enough to explain that there were several large labels on Yoongi’s ass, reading “Property of Park Jimin,” “A Cutie With a (Small) Booty,” and the most humiliating, “Well Acquainted With Park Jimin’s Tongue.”
(“Hyung, I thought you topped!”
“Shut up Namjoon, don’t pretend you don’t ever switch it up with Seokjin.”
“We don’t, actually.”
“Ok, well I never really asked for your input.”)
The unfortunate butt stickers event was the last straw for Yoongi, so, like the incredibly rational person he was, decided there was only one thing left for him to do-- to destroy the evil label maker.
Which may explain why Jimin came home one day after a tiring day of dance practice to find Yoongi in the middle of smashing his label maker with a baseball bat. “Take that you piece of shit,” Yoongi grunted while hitting the label maker into pieces, not noticing that Jimin was watching him in amusement.
“I can’t tell if you’re talking about me or the label maker, but that’s not nice, hyung,” Yoongi froze mid-swing and looked up at his boyfriend, who was looking back at him with a cheeky grin.
“Shit, Jimin-- wow I really don’t know how to explain this but your dumb labels got really out of hand and Namjoon started making fun of me for bottoming sometimes so I was all like, “I have to get rid of that fucking label maker” and this seemed like the best option but now that I think of it this was actually really dumb and I’m sorry I probably should have just talked it out with you instead,” Yoongi blurted out quickly, his face flushing into a shade of pink in embarrassment.
Jimin could only giggle at Yoongi’s awkward apology, and walked over to wrap his arms around the older’s shoulders. “Yeah, you really should’ve just talked to me about it, because that thing wasn’t even mine. I was just borrowing it from Taehyungie, and now he’s going to punch me in the dick.”
Yoongi chuckled as he circled his arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing a small kiss against the raven-haired boy. “I’ll buy him a new one tomorrow. As for your dick, maybe we should make the best of it before it might be too late.” Jimin could only roll his eyes, pushing his boyfriend away from him.
“Hyung, you’re gross,” Jimin scrunched his face in mock disgust, all while taking Yoongi’s hand and leading him to their shared bedroom.
“This is coming from you so I can’t say I’m feeling offended.”
“Shut up.”