I keep his music on repeat. I can't help but want to listen to his voice. It's like honey dripping down my throat and soothing my stomach. The raw emotions poured into his music reflects him. The honey in my belly melts once it hears his voice playing. So sweet and so sticky. One thing I learned is that bees make sweet and supple honey, yet they sting.

Reader+Joji fanfic. Honestly not good. Whatever

"My friend is moving out and I thought that I would need another roommate. Will you be my roommate?" Joji starts to look very nervous after asking me such a question. "I had Ian as my roommate because I have these seizures and if I don't have anyone around me to help me... I might die." It was silent for a moment. "I will help you Joji and I will be your roommate." He pulls me into a tight hug. "Thank you," is all he could push out. WARNING: THIS HAS SOME SMUT IN IT!! And it has some very sad stuff so be prepared for the tears🌧 A/N: I'm sorry this is a piece of shit it's my first lol. Have a great day hoe💖