Beneath the Seven Heavens (Felix Lee fanfic)

Phir Milenge (We meet again)

As Sana's shift ended that night, she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She allowed herself the tiniest bit of hope to see them again.

But none of the members of Stray kids came down to the lobby. She honestly couldn't blame them given how much jetlag they suffered from.

As Sana reached into her bag for her her keys, her heart stopped. She grabbed the bag and pulled it close to her face so she could look into it.

She emptied out her purse, her hands and eyes mildly searching through the bag. She began to worry as the the truth set in.

Her heart refused to beat.

Her pin.

Her Stray Kids pin was gone.

She felt the prickle of tears threatening to escape. It was the only thing she had to remind her of Stray kids.

Her friend Alice had given it to her as a birthday gift. She wanted to cry not only cause she lost her friends gift, but she also lost the one thing that gave her good memories.

She pushed back her tears, and started placing everything back in the purse.

She walked out of the hotel expressionless and drove home.

It was close to 11:30 when she arrived home. Her family was already asleep.

Sana went to her room and closed the door behind her. She sat on her bed and pulled her knees close to her face.

It's just a pin she told herself, besides she only just found it again. Still she couldn't help but feel weak without it.

That pin reminded her of the group that took her heart and made her forget her pain.

Then a realization hit her as she slapped herself in the head.

She met them and actually got to speak with them. No pin was worth her encounter with them.

She didn't need that pin, not while she had the memories and the pleasure of the giving them a tour.

She heard them sing Hellavator, she heard Changbin and Hyunjin arguing, she saw Jisung and Jeongin feeding the fish, Chan had asked for her name and she heard Felix's deep voice.

As she rocked back and forth lightly on her bed, she caught something shimmering in the light in the mirror.

She went up to mirror and realized it was her green dupatta (scarf).

Her face flushed with heat, as the memory with Felix washed over her. Her pulse skipped as she replayed his words in her head.

He said her scarf was beautiful. No one has ever said anything like that to her. Most of time people would say it looked nice and then carry on.

But Felix admired it with sincerity and saw his soft eyes as he told her.

Her pulse thrummed against her chest. She couldn't help but feel touched by his words.

Not only did her scarf represent her devotion to Islam, but it also represented Pakistani culture. Girls would always wear a matching scarf around their necks.

She felt deeply moved by his admiration for her culture and the respect he held for it. She was too engraved in her thoughts that she didn't even hear her door open.

"Hey baji could I bo-" her sister Anwari cut silent as she saw her older sister admiring her scarf in the mirror, her face flushed.

She cleared her throat as Sana jerked her gaze in her direction, eyes wide.