DEAR NAME | jjk.

CHAPTER ONE

"Happy Valentines Day." I whisper to myself, holding up a red rose and reading the small note attached to its side. I rested my legs on the wooden table in front of me, earning the attention of the man nearby, who made his way over, pocketing his lighter. I take a deep breath, taking out the cigarette in my mouth to stare at it instead.

"Ms. Reyna Elle Dare!" a familiar voice to my left caught my attention, making me turn my head. As expected, the tall dark-haired man, Seren Leontine, commonly known as Rin, stood there, waving at me. What took him so long? "Do I smell your bad habit once again?"

He was wearing something simple, as always: a black shirt and jacket, skinny jeans, and dark loafers. He pocketed his hands, "So, we're gonna give out those roses for valentines?" he questioned, motioning to the 2 baskets of red roses on both of my sides, where I rested my elbows. His brows furrowed, expression sarcastic, "Really? You're not gonna go on date with your boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes and kicked off my legs, rubbing the edge of the cigar on the top of the trashcan, before throwing it. "He says he's busy." Rin made his way to the baskets and offered me the other one, which I gladly took, as we started to walk down the streets. "So what, he's always busy?" he scoffed.

I've been friends with Rin since high school. Then, and up until now, people would think he's a girl because of his girly name. He was teased, but not bullied. High school was memorable for me-- the lessons were easy, and I had a high position. Unlike now, I just worked at a cafe.

Not only have we known each other that long, but ever since we were juniors, he confessed that he had feelings for me. Of course, I didn't let that affect our friendship. I didn't really think of him as anything else than a brother. And so again, up until now, he has been courting me. He did say that it didn't matter if I returned his feelings or not, because he would appreciate it anyway.

"You know, I still don't get why you have to do this every valentines." he says, as he reads one of the letters, cheekily flashing me a grin, "Can I have one?" I stared at him for a while, before nodding. I sighed, smiling as well, "I told you! This is the only good memory I have of my dad, since we always did this back then, and this is how I met Llumi."

He returned the smile as we stopped in front of a stuffed toy shop: LOVE BEARS. I motioned to the store shop front, "All right. We meet back here again when we manage to give away all of the roses." I say, and he nodded excitedly, "Let's race."

I grinned, "You're on!" the second I said that, we parted ways. Since last year, he has been helping me give away these roses to those people with or without a partner this valentines day. And what do you know, last year I met my boyfriend. I walked around the district, scanning the place, and my eyes landed on a girl sitting alone on a bench, on her phone.

"Happy Valentines Day," I greeted, as I handed her a rose with a note: Dear name, you're loved! She looked up, hesitantly taking the rose from me with a small smile and reading the note. "T-Thank you." she said shyly, as she bowed formally.

I've been giving away the roses for about an hour, and so, only a few roses were left. I decided to go to the dock, since I assumed that plenty of people would be there. I took the familiar route, until I was now in front of the said place. I walked down the dock, my eyes on a certain someone: a guy by the edge, taking photos of the street lights with his camera. He was alone.

I approached him, grabbing a specific rose. "Excuse me," I tapped his shoulder, and he looked over his shoulder, letting his camera drop from its strap as he smiled at me, "Happy Valentines Day." he had cute round eyes, dark hair, a good amount of piercings, and was generally good-looking.

He looked a bit taken back, and his normal expression turned flustered as he waved his hands in front of him: "N-No, it's okay." he says, and I shook my head, gently handing him the rose, that he took slowly. He read the note.