He sat in front of her. She was too sore to bundle up in a corner, or to get away. His hair was the color of
Pink Lemonade
The lips that leaned in and pressed against hers were the color of
Pink Lemonade
He tasted like
Pink Lemonade
He thought she did too.
He loved her taste
She hated his
Pink Lemonade
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PINK LEMONADE (JiminPark Fiction)
FanfictionShe smelt of pink lemonade, so prominent and fruity. He loved her. He wanted to be like her. He willingly got sick off of her pink lemonade. (Jimin Park)
