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𝟔.𝟏𝟐.𝟐𝟑 ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ . . .
"Kyrie!" Lyra called as the girl walked away from her. The two were currently at an underground party but the people there were a bit rude. Kyrie was being shoulder checked constantly and it seemed like it was on purpose. She didn't really want to leave Lyra alone at the party but she couldn't handle the crowd and how rude the people were.
Lyra sighed and pushed her way through the crowd. People danced to the music. They drank and smoked and others just made out like there was no tomorrow. In between this crowd, Lyra noticed Namil was sitting on the leather couch, smoking a blunt. Some females surrounded him but he didn't seem very interested. He looked bored.
The two made eye contact and they stared for a short moment. Namil sat up, trying to confirm if it was Lyra or not but when he noticed her, he got up. The girl took a few steps back and began to make her way back to the entrance, either trying to escape him or play a game.
She looked around, noticing that the male was gone. The girl walked up the steps and was about exit through the door in front of her, but the moment she touched the door, Namil came from the other side. The two looked into each other's eyes again before Namil would pick Lyra up and carry her back down the stairs.
"Yo, put me down. What're you doing?" Lyra chuckled, holding onto Namil as he carried her back down. He didn't say anything, he just kept walking.
When they finally made it to a more spread out area of the party, Namil put her down, kissing Lyra on her lips as he did. He'd put his arms around her waist and she placed her hands on his chest.
"Relax, quit being so awkward." Namil said in a low, calming tone before putting Lyra's arms around his shoulders and kissing her one more time.
When the party ended, the two ran down a side street and to a house, where Lyra lived, going through the back way. Namil held her hand as she laughed and followed behind him quickly.
"Wait, stop. Don't go." The girl said, tugging onto Namil's arm before he could climb over the gate. He looked down at her, a bit confused.
"Why? I wanna go inside."
"No, you can't." Lyra said. "My moms and my pops would kill both of us. You know my dad don't fuck wit you like that. "
Namil chuckled, "then let's go to my spot."
"I can't."
The two smiled at each other before Lyra would lay her head down onto Namil's chest and leaned up to kiss him on his neck a bit.
