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

Risky

"What?! Are you crazy?!" Kyla asked, her eyes going wide.

"Maybe," he replied, shrugging it off casually, "Cmon, let's go have fun. Be spontaneous!" He had a slightly psychotic gleam in his eyes.

Kyla hesitated for a moment before she started to smile, "Alright, let's do it! What do you want to do first?" Her eyebrows were raised in curiosity.

He thought for a couple seconds, tapping his chin, "Ooh! I've got it! Let's go get ice cream!" He excitedly suggested.

'Ice cream? Y'know how many CALORIES are in ice cream!'

Shut up and let the man eat!

'Ok but ice cream now means skipping lunch later...'

The elevator doors open and the two briskly walked to the lobby, leaving the building and getting back in the van.

"Where do you want to get ice cream?" She asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Seungkwan leaned forward in his seat, turning to look at her, "How about that place in North Gangnam? They have Raspberry Chocolate ice cream that's really good."

"Ok," Kyla nodded, glancing at Seungkwan, giving a genuine smile.

•••

After a 15 minute car ride, they arrived at the ice cream shop.
They stepped out of the van, walking into the shop and approaching the counter.
The shop was quite nicely decorated, pictures of ice cream decorated the walls; flower vases sat on every table, most of which were void of people.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" The girl behind the counter asked, smiling.

"Two scoops of raspberry chocolate ice cream, please. Kyla?" Seungkwan asked, turning to face the younger.

Kyla leaned onto the counter, "Two scoops of mint chocolate chip, please."

The cashier rang them up, taking their money and soon serving them their respective ice creams.

Seungkwan and Kyla walked over to a table, plopping themselves down and digging in to their calorie-fest.

"So, tell me. Why were you in such a hurry to get away from the guys?" She asked, genuinely curious.

The older took a bite of his ice cream, staying quiet for a moment after, "I just...something about the way they spoke today just gave me some weird vibes; like there's something missing, but I don't know what it is," he said finally, his eyes fixed on the table.

Kyla quirked her eyebrow, "Really? Huh.." She mumbled, taking a bite of her dessert. He long, brown hair fell in front of her face, causing her to angrily flip it behind her shoulder.

"I guess I'm the only one then. Well, anyway thank you for agreeing to ditch with me," he replied, his eyes lighting up as he looked at her again, "This is fun. I don't have any other friends outside of my group."

"Me neither. Come to think, if you'd never have fallen asleep in the practice room two days ago, we never would've become friends," Kyla laughed, taking another bite.

Seungkwan nodded, adamantly replying, "You got that right. Thank god for desperation and self hatred!" He chuckled sarcastically

Kyla's smile disappeared almost instantly, "What, what?"

•••

After thoroughly convincing Kyla that he was kidding, Seungkwan had finished his ice cream and so had she.

"I know we were gonna ditch, but we're probably gonna get in so much trouble if we're gone for the whole day. Can we go ahead back to the office now?" She asked sheepishly.

"That's probably a good idea," -the blonde boy began- "Besides, who knows if there's paparazzi here. If they spotted us..I can't afford another dating scandal," -he joked, smirking lightly- "I'm gonna go use the restroom and then we can go."

Kyla hummed in reply, standing up to throw her and Seungkwan's cups into the trash.

Seungkwan entered the restroom and took care of business; he hastily pulled up his jacket sleeves and washed his hands, rushing out of there as to not keep Kyla waiting for too long.
He only made it a couple of steps out of the mens' room before he was bombarded with camera flashes and aggressive paparazzi.

Seungkwan instinctively held up his hands to block the light-almost hitting someone in the face by accident, as he ran away from the crowd; he made a beeline for Kyla's car.

He just barely made it inside before he was chased down again. Kyla was already in there thankfully; she sped off,out of the parking lot and down the road.

"Woah, that was close!" Seungkwan sighted heavily, pushing his sweater sleeves back down and leaning back in his seat. It's always overwhelming and tiring to deal with paparazzi, just one of the downsides to being, well, famous.

Kyla chuckled in response, "Yeah, I was barely able to get to the car in time-OH COME ON! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING LEFT LANE YOU JERK! WHERE'D YOU GET YOUR LICENSE, A CRACKER JACK BOX?!" She yelled, honking her horn at the asshat who'd been doing 30mph in the left lane and had their blinker on for 12 miles.

Seungkwan stifled a laugh, looking out his window, watching the other cars go by for a couple of minutes, "Thank you for...everything," he quietly mumbled once Kyla had calmed down.

"Of course, don't worry about it, we can get ice cream anytime you want," she grinned, glancing to look at him.

The blonde boy shook his head, "No no no, I mean...thank you for being my friend and for..paying attention to me, and being so nice and welcoming me into your home," he rambled, rubbing his forehead as he turned to look at her again, "Just when I was starting to think that no one cared about me.." He murmured, almost whispering.

"Seungkwan-hyung," -she began, taking a deep breath- "No matter what happens, I'm going to be your friend, your best friend even. This isn't going to change. Underdogs gotta stick together, am I right?"

"Thank you, Ky," he mumbled, his voice sounding restrained as he failed to hold back some tears.

They were happy tears this time.

Seungkwan couldn't remember the last time he had cried because of happiness.

He let the tears fall onto his sweater, he smiled, closing his eyes. Seungkwan simply enjoyed the moment, because for the first time in a long time, he felt really happy.