❝so you're a vampire? those things are real?❞
the older let out a humorous scoff before nodding,
❝you're one too❞
- 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮�...
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zoya woke up the next day in her dorm to the smell of chicken noodle soup seducing her nostrils.
"wakey wakey babyyy~" a sugary voice called out to her lovingly.
she opened her eyes, trying to clear the view in front of her, as her vision became clear she saw him sitting there holding a pink plastic bowl.
she rubbed her eyes to see if she wasn't hallucinating things...
he was really there.
looking beautiful as ever. black leather jacket, chains, arm full of tattoos.
zoya: "jungkook?"
jungkook: "so you do remember me"
he chuckled, taking her palms in his he stared at her like a mother would look at her child. full of love.
"ha!" he said clapping his hands together, as he picked up the bowl of food and bought a spoon full near her mouth.
"but how did you get-" "ATA!" "who let you in-"" "TATATA" "but i-"" "DEBUB BUFKISH"
zoya fell silent thinking that's what he wanted. and he did.
"good girl" he whispered, feeding her the food.
zoya: grahh its hotttt !!
jungkook: "yes because i'm feeding it to you now eat"
she chuckled eating it well. they talked for a bit, he explained that he came back from Busan early because his friends had a racing competition here and he decided to tag along to see her.
she smiled thinking how happy she was to have such a considerate and caring man like him for her.
jungkook: "ah also what major did you take? you're pursuing graphic designing right?!"
zoya: "mhm, i'm so excited all our classes are so big with so many tools and great teachers... ahh its all coming true!"
jungkook watched as her eyes twinkled like stars in the night talking about something she's passionate about. his heart was boomed with ecstasy for her
she also explained how she was at the top of her class irrespective of coming two weeks late to which he smiled while ruffling her hair.
