BTS Oneshots

The Blue One

Yoonmin

This one's for you love weirdoxgalaxy

Warnings: Hella Fluff; Slight Profanity

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"Mm, yep, I like this one." Jimin flopped down on a couch, running his hands up and down the fabric. The material was soft, and he loved the way it scrunched in-between his fingers.

"No, definitely not." Yoongi shook his head and crossed his arms, staring at the younger who was now sprawled out on the couch.

They had just bought a condo together and the boys couldn't be happier. After dating all through high school, and into a year of college, living at their parents house seemed too.... Little for them. Their relationship was growing, and after a long talk, the two finally decided it was time. They were going to take their relationship to the next level. Yeah!

But what they didn't realize, was that buying a place was a lot harder than it looked. With the boys only having the furniture that was in their rooms, they had to go out and buy what they didn't have for the condo. Which was pretty much everything.

And that's how Jimin ended up sitting on about twenty couches so far, Yoongi watching the smaller as he walked from couch to couch. Plopping down. Laying down. Rubbing his face across them to feel how soft they were. Yoongi liked almost all of them, not really caring honestly. As long as his baby was happy, he was happy.

He raised a brow when the younger put a pout on his face, and looked at him with puppy eyes. "But... But why Yoonie?" Yoongi screamed internally. Freaking Jimin and his cuteness. No. No, he was not going to give in this time. He looked from the couch and back to Jimin. Of course Jimin would like this one. I mean, why not?

"Jimin, it's blue." He heard Jimin whine cutely, and he rubbed his hands across his face, trying his hardest not to look at the adorableness who was now shuffling off the couch.

"But Yoooongiiiii, I love blue!" Yoongi felt his boyfriend's small arms wrap around his waist. He peeked through his fingers, watching the younger's face light up. He's so freaking cute.....

No! No, Yoongi, get your shit together. He's using his cuteness against you. Don't let him win!

Jimin watched as Yoongi's nose crunched up. He's fighting it. Jimin smirks a little. Fine. Two can play at that game.

"Baby, imagine this. You just got home from work. The famous Suga, finally home after a long day of signings and fan meets." Jimin smiled a little as Yoongi's hands slowly left his face, his eyes looking back into his intently. Jimin knew he was getting to him, using his stage name always made his Yoongi melt.

Yoongi has been an underground rapper since he was 17. Working his hardest to become well known. Jimin was the first one to know. Yoongi had pulled him to the side one day, telling Jimin that he got his first gig, excited and jumpy as he took the younger in his arms. They spent that night together thinking of stage names for him, because Yoongi thought his own name sounded too cute. And Jimin couldn't lie and tell him that it didn't.

They finally agreed on "Suga" even though Jimin kept insisting that that was still a very cute name. The name made Yoongi happy though, and that's all Jimin could wish for.

"You see your husband laying on the couch, reading a book. The blue of the couch contrasting with his skin tone so perfect it makes your mouth water." Jimin blushes at his own words. The "h" word sliding off his tongue as if it were natural.

Yoongi smirked, watching Jimin's ears turn red. He loved the fact that when Jimin thought or talked about them being together forever, he became flustered by his own words. But Yoongi's heart raced when he thought about it too. He was ready to come home from work everyday to see Jimin's smile greet him.

Not nessicarily on a blue couch though.

"What about the one you looked at earlier? You know, the black leather one. It had vibrating recliners." Yoongi raised his voice a little, trying to make the younger boy excited. But he was only met with big puppy dog eyes and a puffed out bottom lip. Jimin's freaking pout.

He grumbled as he walked over to the couch, plopping his ass down onto the cushions and crossing his arms over his chest.

Jimin cooed as his boyfriend threw a little fit. He's winning, just need to push a little more. He smiled as he looked around to make sure no body was looking, but it seemed they were alone in the little section of the furniture store. He bit on his sleeve as he pattered over to his sulking boyfriend. He climbed on his lap, throwing his arms around his neck. Yoongi's hands instinctively wrapped around his boyfriends waist.

Jimin dug his nose into the older's neck, mostly so Yoongi wouldn't see the blush apparent on the cheeks.

Code Red! Code Red! Yoongi's mind yelled at him as he felt Jimin's finger's trace patterns on his back. This is different. Jimin is getting desperate.... Over a couch.

"Yoonie, can't you imagine us. The things we could do on this couch." Jimin said innocently, breathing into the older's neck softly.

Yoongi gulped as he looked around the blue sectional, picturing Jimin laying in different positions.... everywhere.

Code Blue! Code Blue! Jimin squealed quietly as Yoongi stood up and gently placed him on the floor. He took his hand, yanking him in the direction of the front counter. He looked around franticly for the sales lady that told them to come to her when they were ready. Finally spotting her he waved her down.

"We're ready ma'am." The lady smiled and kindly asked which one they decided to go with.

Yoongi looked at Jimin, cuteness radiating off of him as he stared wide eyed back, jumping lightly with excitement.

Yoongi pointed in the direction they had just come from.

"The blue one."

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