I Hold The 12 Flowers Tightly In My Hands (Seventeen Seungkwan fic)

Desperate

The lights to the Pledis building must've shut off in the middle of the night or something because when Seungkwan woke up, the practice room was pitch black.

Needless to say, it was terrifying. A huge, pitch black room; so quiet that you could head a pin drop, of course that would spook someone.

He slowly sat up, recalling the events of last night. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, Seungkwan crawled over to his bag and checked his phone. The bright, white light of the phone screen illuminated the room.

The clock read 6:55AM.

"Oh no," Seungkwan said out loud, his voice hoarse.

He checks his phone again. No calls or texts.
His shoulders slumped, disappointed and slightly hurt.

'They didn't notice that you never came home last night. They don't even miss you,'

"I gotta get the fuck outta dodge!"

Seungkwan collected his things and ran out of the room. The hallway was devoid of people, the morning sunrise shone in from the window. He ran down the numerous flights of stairs, and through the lobby. He finally reached the main exit from the building, shakily grasping at the door handle, attempting to yank it open.

The door is locked...

From the outside.

"FUCK!" He groaned, kicking the metal door in frustration, which hurt him more than it hurt the door.

He leaned up against the wall next to the door, sliding down to the ground and drawing his knees up to his chest.

Seungkwan knew the rest of Seventeen weren't going to come into work until at least 9:00am; in fact, they were probably still sleeping, so there was no use in calling.

After only a couple of minutes, another Pledis idol came in. Seungkwan didn't notice that the person unlocked the door, he was startled to see someone suddenly standing in front of him.

"S-Seungkwan-Sunbaenim? What are you doing here?" The young rookie asked, scratching her head in confusion, her long, brown hair falling into her face.

He quickly stood up, becoming eye level with the girl.
Seungkwan knew he probably looked disgusting; sweaty, smelly, tear stained, no makeup, not showered, and wearing yesterday's clothes. He cautiously stepped away from her, not wanting her to smell him, "I-um...I fell asleep in the practice room..." He trailed off.

The young girl momentarily glanced down at the ground before resuming eye contact with Seungkwan, "Oh-uh...ok. Do you need a ride back to your dorm or something?" She mumbled, her big eyes glistened in the morning sunlight.

'She's quite cute,' he thought to himself.

Seungkwan hesitated for several seconds, realizing that he'd have to walk there otherwise, "Only if it's not too much of an inconvenience."

'It is. She doesn't really want to do that, she was just being nice.'

Her face lit up, "Ok, let's go. I have the van keys for my group. They won't mind if I take you home real quick," she explained, grabbing Seungkwan's hand and leading him out of the building and to (presumably) her car.