#oldsargasso

“Can’t we just put the mattress on the floor and sleep that way? It’s not like this will make it more comfortable,” Yoongi grumbled.

It wasn’t the first time he had given this exact complaint and Jungkook was 90% certain it wouldn’t be the last. He had complained when Jungkook had insisted on buying a bed frame, when the were at the store choosing one, when they ordered it, while they were moving and loading the still packaged frame onto the truck, and again now that they had dragged it into their new apartment. He had made other complaints as well of course. Most notably, he had griped about just using the (horribly broken) frame Jungkook already had.

Considering he had been sleeping on a couch before he unofficially moved into Jungkook’s old apartment a few months ago, he wasn’t really surprised. He shook his head, pulling out the box cutter to finally unwrap the bed frame. He had ordered one with extra storage, since there were now two people living in an only slightly larger one bedroom apartment. They needed all the storage they could get.

Yoongi was sitting on the floor, pouting as Jungkook pulled everything out of the box by himself. He rolled his eyes, tossing the instruction manual at him. If he couldn’t convince him to help build, he figured he could at least read. Yoongi flipped through it boredly at first, though his eyes widened dramatically at the first few pages.

“We have to make this? Did you have to buy the most complicated thing in the store?” he whined.

“That’s just the bed frame. The headboard is separate,” Jungkook chuckled. Yoongi groaned.

“Squiggly dude says you need two screwdrivers and a hammer,” he sighed as Jungkook moved the now empty wrapping out of the way. Jungkook moved to peek over his shoulder, squatting down and looking at the graphic Yoongi was glaring out. Letting out a short laugh and leaving a peck on his boyfriend’s cheek, he went to drag out his tool bag.

“Squiggly dude also says I’m supposed to do this with a partner but I’m guessing I’m out of luck there,” Jungkook mused. “Screwdrivers and hammer, check. What am I doing, not-so-squiggly dude?”

“Uh… take the long fat board and the two short not-rectangle ones and lay them down for a funeral.”

“Oh, please tell me you’re going to continue with these descriptions,” Jungkook snickered as Yoongi furrowed his brows at the manual. He dragged out the pieces in question, lying them all next to each other.

“You need two of the- fucking hell they have code numbers. Shouldn’t they just use like… letters? Y’know ‘take piece A and put it into piece B’ not god damn six digit codes,” he huffed, turning the manual sideways. “Why the fuck does this one have two different codes? It’s one part? Do they have the codes on the little baggies?”

“Yes, they do,” Jungkook laughed.

“Take two of the… one-one-zero-six-three-zero thingamajigs and put them in the holes on one of the short whatevers,” he ordered.

After a long mix of both vague and oddly descriptive instructions they somehow managed to get the bed frame together without incident. Yoongi let out a long, loud groan when Jungkook dragged out the headboard, ensuring that this part would be easier. He hadn’t even gotten the box open before Yoongi fell back to lie on the ground dramatically.

“Why does this one have six fucking pages of the same goddamn warning,” Yoongi muttered, still lying on his back as he opened up the instructions. “Squiggly dude is back. He gives the same instructions as before. Also, he tells you not to be a dumbfuck and use the shelves like a ladder.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I ask why the hell the headboard for a bed needs to be assembled and why it even has shelves that you could be a dumbfuck on, but whatever. You need the- holy shit no.”

“I don’t think that’s what any of the pieces are called.”

“It is now.”

“Yoongi,” Jungkook chided. “I’m the one doing all of the work, why are you even complaining.”

“I have to decipher this shit. They don’t even have part numbers for the different boards. Dumbass fucking Swedish bullshit…”

“Yoongi,” Jungkook warned again, biting down his laugh at the elders cute grumbling.

“Take the short short skinny board and the two kinda short skinny ones and the long but not too long skinny one and also, fuck this shit.”

“Right. One fuck this shit coming up.”

Hey now, any prompt is a good prompt, okay? I had fun with this one. Hopefully it’s what you wanted? I don’t think I’ve ever written anything domestic in my life ahaha.

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