Later that day, Jungkook couldn't get the mug off his mind. The “noisy bunny” comment lingered like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
"Who even knows me well enough to call me noisy? I’m not noisy—I’m passionately vocal,” he muttered, holding the mug up to his reflection.
His roommate walked in, paused, and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you glaring at a coffee mug like it insulted your family?”
Jungkook turned dramatically. “Because it did. Look at this—‘Best Neighbor Ever,’” he read in mock indignation. “But then, ‘noisy bunny.’ What is that even supposed to mean?!”
His roommate gave him a once-over and deadpanned, “It means you slam doors, stomp when you walk, and yell during video games. I’m shocked the building’s foundation is still intact.”
Jungkook gasped, clutching the mug like it was a personal attack. “You don’t get it. This isn’t about my volume. This is about someone messing with me. A stealthy...mug ninja!”
Taehyung lounged on his bed, scrolling through his phone, utterly unaware that his last prank had escalated into Jungkook’s personal soap opera.
He smirked at his handiwork. “I bet whoever got the mug is overthinking it so much right now. Classic.”
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a text from one of his friends.
"Dude, did you seriously buy a bunny mug? That’s lame, even for you."
Taehyung frowned. “It’s not lame. It’s clever.”
"You literally bought a mug that looks like it belongs in a kindergarten playroom."
Taehyung threw his phone down in mock offense. “No one appreciates subtle humor anymore,” he muttered.
Jungkook was now interrogating his friends at lunch.
“Admit it,” he said, pointing an accusatory chopstick at Hoseok. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
Hoseok blinked, mid-bite. “What? What are you talking about?”
“The mug!” Jungkook exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table. “The creepy, overly cheerful bunny mug with the passive-aggressive message on it!”
Hoseok choked on his noodles. “You got a mug...with a bunny...and you think I sent it?!”
“Who else would do something so specific?” Jungkook said, narrowing his eyes.
Namjoon chimed in, “Maybe someone who’s actually bothered by how much noise you make? Like, literally anyone in this building?”
“Or maybe someone with taste,” Hoseok added, snickering. “A bunny mug? That’s cute. You should drink carrot juice from it next time.”
Jungkook groaned. “You’re all useless.”
As he stormed off, his friends exchanged knowing looks.
“You think we should tell him?” Hoseok asked.
Namjoon shook his head. “Nah. Let him suffer. This is better than Netflix.”
While Jungkook was busy playing detective, Taehyung came home to find... a bag of gummy worms hanging on his doorknob.
Attached was a note:
"A little something for the best mug-giver ever. P.S. I’m not noisy.”
Taehyung burst out laughing, nearly dropping the bag. “Oh, this guy is too easy.”
He grabbed the gummy worms and popped one in his mouth, already plotting his next move. “Let’s see how long it takes for him to crack.”
~
The next morning, Jungkook woke up determined. He stared at the bunny mug sitting on his desk, glaring at it like it had just insulted his entire lineage.
“Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” he said, pointing at the mug. “Well, two can play this game.”
He spent the next hour carefully preparing his revenge. First, he crafted a perfectly innocent note:
"To the mysterious mug-giver: Thanks for the gift, but I thought you could use something more... elegant. Enjoy!"
Then, he headed out to buy the most obnoxious thing he could find—a life-sized, glitter-covered plastic flamingo.
He smirked as he placed the flamingo on the mystery gift-giver’s doorstep (a.k.a., Taehyung’s door), carefully balancing it so it looked like it was dancing.
“There,” Jungkook whispered, stepping back to admire his work. “Let’s see how they handle this.”
Taehyung opened his door an hour later, groggy and mid-yawn, only to stop dead in his tracks.
“What... the hell?” he muttered, staring at the glittering monstrosity on his doorstep. The flamingo’s beady eyes seemed to mock him in the morning light.
He noticed the note taped to its neck and read it aloud:
"Enjoy this elegant gift, from one classy neighbor to another.”
Taehyung burst out laughing. “Oh, it’s ON.”
Taehyung wasn’t about to let this slide. He grabbed the flamingo, set it aside, and brainstormed his next move. Then, inspiration struck.
He bought a box of marshmallows, carefully cut them into bunny shapes (it took way longer than he’d admit), and filled a small gift bag. He attached a note that read:
"Since you seem so sweet, here’s a little treat to match. Don’t let your noisy bunny teeth chew too fast."
Satisfied, Taehyung left the bag outside Jungkook’s door and went back to his room, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
When Jungkook found the marshmallows, he was equal parts confused and amused.
“What kind of psychopath makes bunny-shaped marshmallows?” he muttered, shaking his head. But the note made him freeze.
“Noisy bunny teeth”?
He looked around, narrowing his eyes. “Okay, whoever this is, they’re watching me. This isn’t just a prank anymore—it’s a conspiracy.”
His roommate walked in, saw the marshmallows, and immediately burst out laughing. “Wow. Someone’s got your personality down to a science.”
“Not helping!” Jungkook snapped, but he couldn’t stop a small smile from creeping onto his face.
Taehyung, meanwhile, was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone and occasionally glancing at the flamingo he’d shoved into the corner.
“That guy must be losing his mind by now,” he muttered, snickering.
But deep down, he was starting to enjoy this weird little game. Whoever his neighbor was, they had a sense of humor to rival his own.
“Let’s see who gives up first,” he said, smirking.
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Fated Foes
FanfictionJeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung have been enemies for as long as they can remember, their families' rivalry shaping their entire lives. Their constant bickering quickly escalates into something deeper. As they compete in games and challenges, their a...
