"Cerulean is the color of the feeling that washes over you when you go for a walk and notice that the streets are empty, and that everything is still." A short story for Joshua Hong x reader *please note that this story is a work of fiction.
The boy with the guitar looked sweet and pure, a complete gentleman to anyone at first glance. "Psh, gentleman my ass," said the girl, packing away her violin.
[Completed] this is my first fanfic soooo yeah excuse the cringe and awful writing skills