we sat together again.
we talked.
i lied again and said i had a big breakfast.
we talked about music.
you sound beautiful.
so does your guitar.
i told you I liked halsey.
you taught me how to play the guitar...well some chords.
but I didn't realise..
you saw what I was hiding under my sleeve.
you pulled my sleeve up and kissed my scars.
you asked 'was that me? my fault'
I said no.
not all of it was you anyways.
why are you like this?
YOU ARE READING
Perfect. (j.h x reader)
Fanfictioni just want to be perfect for you. a Joshua Hong au, featuring you, the reader! May have some triggering scenes such as anorexia/alcohol abuse and suicide. you have been warned. and remember people, if you are suffering from ANY of those things, or...
