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Moodboard I made 🌲🐾🦴🍂

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[andykilgore]

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W/ Flower Field Date themes. [Prompt based!]

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[0piumlol]

The puppy betrayal

Pairing:Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: None, except Jungkook being an absolute menace

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Enemies-to-Lovers (but more like Annoyances-to-Lovers)

Summary: Your dog keeps escaping into Jungkook’s apartment, and you’re starting to think it’s not an accident. Every day, you wage war against your suspiciously handsome neighbor for pet custody, but Jungkook is having way too much fun acting like he’s the dog’s favorite. And worse? He might actually be right.

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The first time your dog went missing, you had a full-blown panic attack.

The second time, you were *slightly* calmer.

The third time? You had a hunch.

Which is why you were standing in front of apartment **3B**, jabbing the doorbell with all the aggression of someone ready to fight.

It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, revealing *him*.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your neighbor. Your nuisance. The man who had apparently stolen your dog.

He grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned lazily against the doorframe. “Oh, look who it is,” he drawled. “Let me guess—you lost something?”

You crossed your arms. “Cut the act. I *know* he’s here.”

Jungkook gasped, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Are you accusing me of *dognapping*?”

“Jungkook.”

His lips twitched like he was trying not to laugh. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he stepped aside—revealing the traitorous sight of your dog, tail wagging, happily curled up on Jungkook’s couch.

Your *own* dog. In *his* apartment. Acting like he *lived there.*

“Unbelievable,” you muttered.

Jungkook smirked. “I don’t know, I think it’s *very* believable.”

With an annoyed huff, you stepped inside, clapping your hands. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go.”

Your dog lifted his head. Looked at you. Looked at Jungkook. And then—

He flopped back down.

“Oh my god,” you whispered in horror. “He’s *betrayed* me.”

Jungkook let out the most *obnoxious* laugh you’d ever heard. “Looks like someone has a *favorite* neighbor.”

You glared. “What are you bribing him with?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe he just likes me more.”

“That’s *impossible.*”

“Is it?” He grinned. “Because *I* don’t lose him every other day.”

You inhaled sharply. “You did *not* just imply that I’m a bad dog mom.”

Jungkook held up his hands. “I’m just saying, *if* he keeps running to my place, maybe I should get visitation rights.”

“This is a *war*, Jeon.”

Jungkook leaned against the counter, smirking. “Then may the best owner win.”

The next few weeks turned into an all-out custody battle.

You tried everything—closing every window, double-checking the locks, even bribing your dog with extra treats.

But every single time, somehow, some way, he *still* ended up in Jungkook’s apartment.

Jungkook, of course, was *thriving*.

“Back again?” he greeted one afternoon, your dog perched happily in his lap as he scratched behind his ears. “I think at this point, you should just admit defeat.”

“I think at this point, I should call the cops.”

“Go ahead,” he said, smirking. “I’d love to see how that conversation goes. ‘Hi, officer. I’d like to report a crime—my dog likes my hot neighbor more than me.’”

You scowled. “You are *not* hot.”

Jungkook hummed, unimpressed. “You hesitated.”

“I *did not*—”

“I’m keeping him overnight.”

“Excuse me?!”

Jungkook grinned. “For science.”

“Jungkook, you are *not* keeping my dog for science.”

“Why not?” He looked entirely too pleased with himself. “I bet if you leave, he won’t even try to follow you.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “Let’s test your stupid theory.”

You turned on your heel and marched toward the door, fully expecting your dog to leap up and trot after you.

Except.

He didn’t.

Jungkook made an *actual* effort to stifle his laughter this time, but you could see the way his shoulders shook.

“I hate you,” you muttered.

“No, you don’t,” he said cheerfully. “You just hate that I’m winning.”

You stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

It was official.

Your dog loved Jungkook more than you.

And you had absolutely no idea how to fix it.

Jungkook took his victory *very* seriously.

From that day on, he started calling himself your dog’s *co-parent*, which was **insufferable**. Every time you ran into him in the hallway, he’d shoot finger-guns at you with some obnoxious remark.

“Visitation rights are still up for discussion, just so you know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pick him up for the weekend.”

“Do you need me to help with *dog support payments*?”

It was endless. *Endless.*

But then—because Jungkook was incapable of leaving well enough alone—he started calling you a **bad pet owner**.

“Does he even get enough exercise?” he asked one evening, arms crossed. “Because I take him on *long* walks.”

“I walk him *every* day.”

Jungkook arched a brow. “You mean that little lap around the block?”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he repeated, that stupid grin on his face. “You just hate that I’m right.”

Jungkook started showing up with dog treats. With new toys. With a *matching collar and leash set that made your heart stupidly warm.*

You’d never admit it, but you were starting to lose the war.

Jungkook wasn’t just *good* with your dog—he was great. He was affectionate and playful, always making time for walks, always knowing exactly how to scratch behind his ears.

And it was *annoying*.

Because you were starting to realize that *maybe*—just maybe—you didn’t mind losing.

You were sitting on Jungkook’s couch one evening, your dog sprawled out between the two of you, when he spoke.

“You know,” he mused, scratching behind his ears, “we should just share custody at this point.”

You scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because then you’d never shut up about winning.”

Jungkook smirked. “You’re assuming I *haven’t* already won.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but then—

He looked at you. *Really* looked at you.

And suddenly, for the first time since this ridiculous battle started, you realized—

This wasn’t about the dog anymore.

“You like me, don’t you?” you blurted out.

Jungkook blinked.

Then, with the most *obnoxious* smirk you’d ever seen, he leaned back against the couch and shrugged.

“Took you long enough to notice.”

Your mouth went dry. “Oh.”

He chuckled. “So?”

You looked at him, at the man who had turned your entire world into a custody battle—and suddenly, *suddenly*, it didn’t feel like a war anymore.

“…Fine,” you muttered. “We can share custody.”

Jungkook grinned. “Knew you’d come around.”

And just like that, he *won*.

[seu-nghan]

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[deadmegumi]

More itachi mb. The 4 year old son is, again, sasuke

[peachdearest]

haiii sorry it’s been a while!! places down a pubby boy moodboard for you..

[snejkha]

Moodboard custom for @vespertineoracle // Thank you so much//

[babiesbunnies]

can't a girl just do the best she can?