warning /!\ mentions of h^llcination, dr ^_^ nks, bl (beeb) d , low mental health! ,13+ ★ "Kyrell Lee, that's my name." He murmured as Rose asked her, with a beautiful smile on her face which made the butterflies he buried long ago, awaken in his tummy. He lost his usual cold and reserved self, stuttering the words that spilled out his thin and dry lips. "Come again please?" Her head snapped up at him, smiling sweetly again. Her smile was really pretty. Just as pretty as a bouquet of bright red roses. "Kyrell Lee!" Kyrell snapped, shutting his eyes closed as he was afraid to face her. "I see, I'm Rose Park." Rose let a soft giggle out from the soft lips of hers. It made the butterflies in Kyrell's tummy have another small flutter. He wanted to burry them again, shut down those annoying butterflies. It was always easy for him, so why couldn't he do it now? Was her bright and energetic atmosphere too powerful? It annoyed him, Flustered him, embarrassed him. The three feelings he hated the most, but this time he didn't hate it. Not even one bit. "Your name is.. it's beautiful." Kyrell spilled the thoughts in his mind out, without hesitation, but then realised what he said and he suddenly felt all panicked. As soon as Rose opened her mouth to return his compliment, he gave an excuse of being late at a family gathering with a panicked voice, and ran out with his bag. As hours passed, it was closing time. Rose reached out for the light switch to turn them off, but suddenly noticed a black leather jacket thrown across the chair. As she gently raised it with her skinny hands, she noticed a name scribbled at the corner of the pocket. She closely looked at the name, realising it was a very familiar name. Lee Kyrell. "Oh Kyrell!" Rose gasped, remembering who he was, clearly. The gloomy atmosphere of the young teenage looking boy with piercings and rose tattoos, and charming eyes in her point of view. She quickly checked the pockets for any traces of an address or a phone number. But then remembered their boss, aunt Mei Mei always kept phone numbers of her workers in a notebook at the drawer behind the desk. Rose quickly reached out for the drawer, saw through all the materials inside until she found the notebook. She picked it up and settled it on her lap as she sat on the floor, as if in a hurry. Searching through the papers quickly, she spotted the name, Lee Kyrell. She traced the line under it to reach the number written in front of it. Rose wasn't able to read it, as there were coffee stains dropped on it. Instead, she read the address, wrote it in her phone and headed outside the shop, got a taxi and asked the man to drive to the same address. It was a pretty normal home, in a pretty normal neighbourhood. Rose walked passed each house to reach No.23, Kyrell's house. She pressed the doorbell bottun and waited for him to open up. But the Kyrell she saw wasn't the boy she expected to see..
