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

Hopeless

After waiting for only 15 minutes, a large, white van pulled up right in front of Seungkwan. He opened the passenger door, climbing into the vehicle, "Kyla, thank you so much for this, you have no idea how much I appreciate this."

Kyla glanced over at him, smiling, "Of course, any time; we're friends, right? So, do you want to go back to your dorm or-"

"-No!" Seungkwan cut her off, panic running through him at the thought of having to face the other members, "Can...can we go to your dorm or something?" His voice was meek, which accurately represented how he felt at the time.

'That didn't sound creepy and weird at all,'

"Sure! You are more than welcome at the Pristin dorm; in fact, you can spend the night there if..if you...can't go home," she trailed off, her vision focusing on the road ahead of her, "What happened anyway? Why can't you go home?"

Seungkwan hesitated, "I..don't really want to talk about it yet." He murmured, rubbing his forehead.

An awkward silence filled the van. Seungkwan was starting to sober up a little, though the Soju had barely done anything anyway.

"Thank you again, I'm sorry for being such a burden to you and your group," the blonde boy quietly protested.

"Seungkwan-sunbaenim, you are NOT a burden," Kyla defended.

'Yes you are.'

"You don't have to call me Sunbaenim," he mumbled, choosing to ignore her kind words.

The younger sighed, "Ok...Seungkwan-Oppa." She corrected in a monotonous voice, running her fingers through her hair.

Seungkwan burst into laughter "Oh No! No no no, that's worse! That makes it sound like you're calling me your boyfriend!" He was laughing so hard he almost snorted.

Kyla gasped at his words, "What?! Oh my god, why don't I just call you 'hyung', ok?" She laughed, glancing over at him.

After about 10 minutes in the car, Kyla pulled into a parking lot of a large apartment building, "Is this your dorm?" Seungkwan asked, eyeing the building as he got out of the van.

'Wait to point out the obvious, pabo.'

Kyla led him through the lobby and into the elevator.
Once they reached the right floor and walked to the front door of her dorm, she stopped Seungkwan, "Ok, before we go in, I just want to warn you; my Unnies can be a little...over-affectionate."

Seungkwan smiled politely, "That's ok..honestly I think I could use a little affection," he told her.

'You don't deserve any affection though.'

They entered the dorm, kicking their shoes off and entering the living room. Seungkwan was surprised to see how clean Pristin's dorm was; it looked like it was fit for a queen compared to Seventeen's dorms. The living room was lined with huge Windows, flooding the room with moonlight. The furniture was clean and didn't have trash piled on it.

"Your place is really nice," he murmured, his eyes landed on the lanky, red-haired girl sitting on the couch, staring at him.

"Seungkwan?" She quickly stood up, politely bowing her head at him, "No offense, but why..are you here?" She chuckled, scratching the back of her head.