Another day, another grueling gym session awaited Seungkwan.
It took him very little time to realize that he hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours. After an hour an the gym, he was dying.'If you don't eat now, you'll pass out during danc practice and your hyungs will be even more mad at you.'
Once Seungkwan finished at the gym, he booked it to the Pledis cafeteria, which was adorned with its usual spread of delicious food.
He got himself a salad, 2 protein bars, and a zero calorie energy drink. He sat himself in the very corner of the cafeteria.
He figured that amount of food and caffeine could keep him going for the rest of the day and he could have a decent dinner,'Maybe if Jeonghan-hyung doesn't shame you for wanting food this time,'
He stared at his plate, drowning out the rest of the room, getting lost in his thoughts.
"What's up, buttercup?" A cheerful voice erupted from in front of him.
Seungkwan looked up from the table. Kyla, the girl from earlier, was sitting down across from him at the small, square table.
"Hey, Kyla," he greeted, attempting to be polite. He flashed a fake smile before returning to his salad.
"Were they worried about you? Did they cry when you came home? What happened?" She asked, weirdly invested in his personal life.
Seungkwan hesitated, making eye contact with the young girl, "Yeah...they were really worried about me. M-my phone died so I didn't see all of the texts and voicemails they'd left me." He lied, anxiously pulling at his sweater sleeves.
'Well great, now you've gone and lied to her. If she finds out, she's gonna hate you, too.'
Kyla beamed, "Well, I'm glad to hear that things are going ok with your group. You guys never have any drama, it sounds so...peaceful. So much easier than my group, always drama and fights with our managers or with the netizens. It's rediculous!" -She ranted, taking a big bite of her sandwich- "You're so lucky, things must be so great in your group usually."
Her words lit an angry fire in Seungkwan's chest. He stared at his food, avoiding eye contact with her, "If only you knew how wrong you were," he said in almost a growl, his voice low. He looked back up at her, smirking bitterly.
Seungkwan examined the shocked expression on Kyla's face before he quickly back peddled on his words, "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding. You're right, things are...great. Things are great," he chuckled.
'Well shit now you've scared her. If she didn't hate you before, she certainly does now.'
"Anyway," -Kyla was hasty to change the subject- "Are you hyped for Twice's comeback this week? I'm super hyped for it!" She squealed, continuing to eat her food.
Seungkwan finished up his protien bars, "Uhh, yeah, definitely!" He smiled at her.
"Have you met anyone in twice?" She asked.
"Unfortunately, no, but I'd love to meet them sometime. What other idols would you like to meet?" He asked, sipping on his energy drink, tapping the can with his fingers.
"I want to meet Monsta X, especially Changkyun-sunbaenim," Her eyes lit up when she said his name.
Seungkwan nodded in agreement, "Oh you're gonna love him. He's hilarious. He's like me, except he's good looking and talented," he joked, rolling his eyes.
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I Hold The 12 Flowers Tightly In My Hands (Seventeen Seungkwan fic)
Fiksi Penggemar'That night, for the 4,000th time in his life, Seungkwan cried himself to sleep, And nobody ever knew.' TRIGGER WARNING: I cannot stress this enough GRAPHIC depictions of mental illness, self-harm, self hate, and suicidal thoughts.