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qué bonito // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (part 11 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; fingering; unprotected sex; mentions of marriage // wc: ~10.5k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside minisode part 9 - your princess, my queen

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summary: once you introduced the idea of house-hunting, Jay was immediately on board. however, between endless meetings, scholarship interviews, and calls from your parents, you feel the extreme amount of pressure build up.

author’s notes: welcome to part 11! this one is long overdue.

I had so many ideas but I kept releasing them as minisodes, and I got busy with work (your girl is a freelancer, so when there is no work there is NO WORK, but once there is work I am swamped), so I kept pushing back and postponing writing part 11--which I deeply regret. in my humble opinion, this part is the most lacking, since I do feel like it's all over the place and very jumpy. nevertheless, I wanted to continue, and after literal weeks I finally finished it.

I apologize if this one is a downer, or if it's not exactly your favorite part. I plan on making more one-shots for Jay's birthday (check out this one if you haven't already) and for our favorite couple, I might write a .5 part. where should we send sec!Jay and CEO!yn to this time? I should probably make a poll.

anyways! the title for this part is a song by Soraya.

How beautiful it is to wake up every morning How beautiful are your eyes of hope How beautiful it is to be with people who love you To have you with me, to have you with me

How beautiful it is to live without so much drama How beautiful it is the love that you give me How beautiful it is to understand that nothing is missing Being with you, being with you

Enough said.

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For the first time in a while, you were already awake on a Sunday morning, scrolling through several open tabs on your desktop while you rest your feet comfortably as you sat cross-legged on your chair. Your fingers would alternate between scrolling, clicking, and typing to quickly search for the one thing you were looking for.

It was drizzling when you woke up an hour ago, and Jay claimed he had overdone it again at the gym last night, so you did not bother waking him up. Most of the time he would be the one who would wake up before you, so you thought it would be nice to let him sleep in and wake up whenever he wanted.

You heard your bedroom door swing open slowly and you turned your head to find Jay moseying towards you. He reached your desk and immediately bent his body down to hug you, and you reciprocated it while planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a croak in his voice. “I hope it’s not work.”

You shook your head. “I’m looking for a new place.”

“To move into?” Jay asked again. He grabbed the nearest ottoman to sit next to you, but because it was lower in height, he ended up leaning sideways to your chair and resting his chin on your armrest.

“This place feels too small for the both of us. I was thinking of moving into a three-bedroom apartment, or even a house if there is a nice one,” you explained as you continued to scroll.

Jay frowned. “This place is perfect. If you ask me, it’s even bigger than Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon’s place. Super comfy too.”

“Yeah, but,” you paused to place your hand on Jay’s head. Now it felt like you were petting a dog. “Look at where this desk is. It’s too close to the living room. I kind of want a small office. And my clothes take up too much space in our wardrobe. There’s barely enough room for your stuff.”

Jay chuckled and closed his eyes, enjoying your touch. “I mean, it’s your place, so of course that’s the case.”

“That’s exactly my point.” You stopped and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “I want a place that’s ours.”

It took Jay two seconds before finally giving you a reaction. He sighed and reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I’ll start looking too. Let me know the details of the place that you want. Three bedrooms? How many bathrooms do you want? Would you want a dining—”

“Jay.”

“Yes, my queen?” Jay sat up straight and looked right into your eyes. His bangs were getting longer, and it covered parts of his eyes, so you brushed his hair back with one hand before pulling him in by his neck.

“It’s going to be our place. Don’t focus too much on what I want,” you whispered.

Jay nodded once before kissing your lips. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

You frowned and Jay smirked before bringing both his hands up to cup your face.

“My life revolves around you now. You’re my priority. Of course I’m gonna focus on what you want.”

You pouted. “Some people might say that sounds sweet but isn’t that a little toxic?”

Jay scoffed once before letting his reaction turn into a chuckle. “It’s not, okay? It’s what I want. To get you what you want. Get it?”

Your eyebrows were now knitted, trying to grasp what Jay just said. The sheer confusion on your face made Jay let out a breathy laugh.

“I’ll start looking for our new place. Okay, Boss?”

You smiled and nodded. Jay pushed himself up to kiss your lips before standing up and walking away.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Already taken care of,” you replied, focusing back on browsing for apartments.

Jay looked at the counter and found a plate filled with scrambled eggs and sausages. He noticed that your plate was empty and sitting in the sink.

“You made this?” Jay asked. “When?”

You deemed that all the browsing was tiring your eyes, so you stopped and closed the window. You then swiveled your chair and stood up to meet Jay by the counters.

“It’s not much. We ran out of eggs. If you’re still hungry after eating it we can go out for brunch or something,” you said nonchalantly.

Jay could not keep himself from smiling. He walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” he said right into your ear.

“It’s just one breakfast—”

“I know. So, thank you. I love you. Let’s go out today.”

You chuckled and agreed to his idea, letting him kiss your lips again but deeper this time. You then broke it off with an excuse that you wanted to shower, so he sent you off with a playful spank on your ass.

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It was the day of the interview for the shortlisted candidates for your scholarship program. Naturally, as CEO, you had to sit as one of the interviewers. You were worried that your being there would be an issue since you knew your staff so well and you were afraid of forming a biased opinion. However, the other three interviewers, who were representatives from sponsors as well as an executive from a bank, insisted that you be present.

You sent Jay to take care of the internal meetings you had that overlapped with the interview schedule. There were ten candidates, and you were sure the interview was going to take the whole day. As you checked the list, you found that Heeseung was one of the people you had to question before lunch break.

The first four people you saw with your peers left a good impression. You were starting to think that it would be a really tough job to choose only three out of ten, and you had not even seen five people yet. You listened closely as the other interviewers made their comments in between turns, and you only gave your opinion when you were asked to.

Heeseung was the last to interview for the first session. When he came into the room, he immediately locked eyes with you and pressed his lips together, trying his best to keep it professional. He greeted you and the other interviewers politely before sitting down. After being asked to introduce himself, he chuckled nervously and placed his hand behind his neck.

“I’ve actually never done this before and I’m really nervous, so I’d like to apologize in advance for the mistakes I might make,” he said softly, looking at the other interviews.

“No need to be nervous,” you replied as your eyes focused on the documents in front of you. You made a note on one of them before looking at Heeseung. “Just try and do your best.”

The absence of a smile on your face made Heeseung feel even tenser. He blinked once before gulping and nodding repeatedly, letting the other interviewers start the session. Heeseung’s turn ended almost in the blink of an eye, and you did not say much since you did prefer to observe your peers as well as the candidates.

You were glad that the lunch break allocated for you was for two hours, which is an hour longer than what you were normally used to. After sending your peers to Hwiyoung so he could take them out for lunch, you headed straight to your office to wait for Jay to finish his morning meeting.

As you were grabbing a drink at the minibar, you heard two knocks on your door. You were sure Hwiyoung was gone, so you were about to ask who it was when you heard the voice from the other side of the door.

“Miss, it’s me,” said Heeseung.

“Come in!”

Heeseung pushed your door open and appeared with his signature sheepish smile on your face that showcased his perfectly aligned teeth. Your gaze softened and you laughed at his behavior.

“What’s with the face?” You asked.

“Oh, good, you’re back,” Heeseung sighed, placing a hand over his chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Miss,” Heeseung cleared his throat, “you were so scary back there, for a second I thought you were possessed.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m serious!” Heeseung shouted in defense. “Is that your boss mode? Or your teacher mode? Is that what your employees see every day? Is that what Jay sees every day?”

“About that last question,” you interjected him after taking a sip of your water. “Are you about to ask how on earth he fell for me if I looked so intimidating?”

Heeseung froze. He pressed his lips together before speaking. “Are you gonna cross me off the list if I say yes?”

“Heeseung,” you sighed, almost speechless.

He was about to defend himself, but you were having none of it, just laughing and dismissing all his complaints. It quickly turned into a playful argument, and none of you noticed how Jay was leaning by the entrance to your office.

“What are we fighting about?” Jay asked after clearing his throat.

Your eyes fell on Jay’s, and you were relieved he was there to stop whatever was going on. Heeseung let out a heavy sigh before walking over to Jay and then patting him on the shoulder.

“Your fiancée is really something,” he said before chuckling and leaving the room.

“You’re on duty tonight, Heeseung. Mr. Lee is out to visit his family!” You shouted at Heeseung after he disappeared out the door. You then chuckled when he stretched his hand back inside, giving you a thumbs up before pulling the door shut.

Jay looked at you as soon as Heeseung left. “What was that about?”

“He was the last person I interviewed earlier. He said I was scary and he questioned how you fell for me or whatever.”

Jay frowned as he took off his jacket and set it on one of your lounge chairs.

“Ignore him, he’s just being silly.” You continued, pouring another glass of water, and bringing it to Jay. “How was the meeting?”

“Good,” Jay answered. “I think I have to cut lunch short though. I need to prepare extra for the next meeting.”

“So, we’re not going to eat together?” You asked. Your hands traveled to your journal that was spread open on the desk.

Jay shrugged. “Sorry, babe. The earlier I prep for this meeting, the faster it ends too. I can go and order something for you though.”

You shook your head and finished the water you had before putting your glass on your desk. You then walked to the sofa in the middle of your office and took your heels off, bringing your legs up.

“I want to take a nap. I’ll order lunch when I wake up. When you leave, can you tell Hwiyoung not to knock until I come out?”

Jay stood by your desk for a while before shifting the weight in his feet. He took out his phone to type something, then sat his phone and his glass of water on your desk, turned his wrist to check the time, and then walked to the door.

“Thank you,” you said as you lay down on your sofa, mindlessly scrolling on your phone in hopes that you would fall asleep soon.

You thought Jay was going to leave quietly, but instead, you heard the sound of your door being locked. You looked up with a frown.

“Jay?”

“A nap sounds nice,” Jay said, loosening his tie as he walked over to you. “Any room for me?”

You lifted both your legs up so Jay could sit on the other end of the sofa, and he rolled his eyes in despair. You chuckled when you feel him take his seat and place both your legs over his thighs. You continued to scroll on Instagram while he placed his elbow on the armrest and rested his head on his hand.

You snorted and stifled a chuckle, and Jay who already had his eyes closed opened them again to look at you. You peered over at him and showed him your phone screen. It was a post about the qualities of a good assistant. Jay started reading them out loud.

“One, be early. Two, be upbeat. Three, ask questions,” he started.

You nodded and lifted a finger. “I agree but if you’re not careful with it the second and third points could be annoying.”

Jay chuckled lightly before continuing. “Four, be efficient. Five, don’t assume. Six, be discreet.”

“You’re good at two of those except being discreet.”

“Thanks, Boss,” Jay said. You giggled and lightly pushed Jay’s thigh with your feet. “Seven, study your boss. Eight, fill your time. Nine, inspire your boss.”

You paused and stared at the ceiling. And then you started giggling uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny now?” Jay asked, squeezing your thigh.

“I think you misread the eighth point. You’re supposed to fill your time, Jay, not fill your boss.”

Jay’s jaw dropped and you laughed at his face. He set your phone on the coffee table and fixed the position of your legs on his lap.

“Is that what you’re doing right now? You’re teasing me? You were supposed to take a nap.”

“And you were supposed to go eat lunch, so why are you here with me?”

Jay cocked his head, amused that you immediately talked back without hesitation.

“About the eighth point.” Jay cleared his throat. “Do you want me to fill you up?”

He squeezed your thigh again and you continued to giggle, covering your eyes with your arm. Since you did not give a proper response, Jay trailed his fingers down your legs and creeped up the skin underneath your skirt.

“I do want you to fill me up,” you finally spoke. His fingers froze between your legs. “And take your time.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, looking at you to confirm. You reached out one hand and managed to grab his tie.

“Come over here.”

Jay scooted over closer to you, making you properly sit on his lap sideways as you pulled on his tie to make him kiss you. He smirked into the kiss, feeling your fingers buried in his hair and your other hand frantically grabbing on his shirt.

“Someone’s hungry,” he mumbled into your lips.

“Shut up,” you breathed.

Jay chuckled and continued to dominate the kiss, shoving his tongue inside your mouth while his arm snaked around your waist. He gripped you tightly, and as your kiss became even more heated, he did not hesitate to reach under your skirt and trace his finger along your panties.

“Jay,” you moaned into his mouth. Your hand was still pulling on his tie and holding on to him for dear life.

“Take it off,” he demanded.

You pulled away to look at him and he gave you a firm nod. You quickly undid his tie and pulled it off his neck.

“Now tie it around your eyes.”

You tittered. “Are you serious?”

“Come on.” Jay nodded. “Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a shaky breath, to which Jay responded with a smirk. Both his hands were already busy holding you, touching you, so you get why he asked you to do it yourself. His tone could not be less demanding, though. And you loved it.

Once you were done blindfolding yourself, Jay made you sit up straight. He unzipped your skirt and took it off, placing it neatly beside his jacket before taking the jacket in his hands. He then asked you to lift yourself up for a moment.

“What are you doing?” You asked softly, your one arm still resting around his shoulders.

“Making sure you don’t make a mess later,” he answered. He placed his jacket on his lap and made you sit back on him, still sideways. “You ready?”

You licked your lips in anticipation. “Mm-hm.”

Jay dipped his head to kiss you and you immediately reacted. You kissed him back, and at the same time his fingers found their place between your legs again and you moaned a little too loud.

“Now, I need you to be quiet,” Jay said sternly. “We don’t know if anyone is outside your office.”

You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel Jay’s hot breath tickling your cheek. You felt his nose graze along your jawline before his lips started placing wet kisses on your neck. You sighed into it and began arching your back. Jay traced another line down your clothed folds, and you squirmed in his lap.

“See, you’re already drenched,” Jay whispered in your ear. “So wet for me, and I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

You whimpered and brought one hand to grasp his collar. “Touch me,” you breathed, searching for his lips.

He chuckled lowly and placed an open-mouthed kiss on your cheek before licking you there. You shuddered.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

You squirmed again in his lap, and he smirked.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please touch me.”

Jay tilted his head in protest. “Not exactly the words that I was looking for…”

“Sir.”

You swore you could feel Jay’s cock twitch against your ass.

“What’s that, darling?” He asked. His lips were grazing your earlobe.

“Please touch me, Sir.”

In one swift move, Jay pulled your panties aside and began rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly but he was quick to silence you with his own mouth, replacing the sound of your whimpers with the wet sounds of his tongue and lips battling yours. Your grip on his shirt became tighter, and so did his grip around your waist.

He did not stop kissing you even as he inserted a finger into your cunt. Your moans turned into shaky breaths, and he had to keep you still since you were squirming so much on his lap. He pulled away from your lips and you chased for them, whining because of the loss of contact.

Jay noticed the way your legs were kicking at nothing and your toes curling, so he inserted another finger in order to give you even more pleasure. You couldn’t hold in your whimpers, so you buried your face in his shoulder, trying your best not to move too much. The squelching sounds from between your legs were driving you crazy, and you wished you could see how it was making Jay roll his eyes back too.

When you felt him curl his fingers inside you, your body jerked up. Your mouth was agape with pleasure as he squeezed your waist, leaning in closer so he could kiss your neck again. You began biting your lip since it was becoming too much for you, and the stifled moans you let out were in sync with the way Jay was moving his fingers inside of you.

“Jay,” you breathed heavily. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

You almost yelped when you felt Jay’s tongue on your ear. He chuckled lowly before kissing your cheek and then your lips.

“You sound so pretty,” he said. “But keep it down.”

You whined and brought your hand down to grab his wrist. He continued to finger you in a way that was almost aggressive, and it had your body convulsing involuntarily.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, Sir. Can I cum?”

Jay smiled and kissed the corner of your lips affectionately, letting your small whimpers escape your mouth. “Of course, darling. You can let go.”

With the pressure from his thumb on your clit and the way his two fingers were stroking your insides, you came on his hand, and on his lap, and made a mess that he already predicted would happen. You tainted the jacket he had laid down underneath you, and you could feel it getting soaked with your own wetness.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Jay kept his fingers still inside you as you rode out your high, your body still twitching once in a while and your legs shaking from the intense pleasure. Once he saw that you had calmed down, he slid his fingers out and licked them clean before untying your blindfold.

“Hey.” Jay looked at you, brushing your hair back and waiting for you to open your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Oh my God,” you sighed. You opened your eyes, and he was looking at you with a hint of worry on his face. “I love you.”

Jay smiled and moved to kiss you. You held him in place as you kissed him deeper, hoping it would show him your gratitude. You pulled back to take a good look at him and you noticed that his shirt was all wrinkled around the collar and shoulders.

“Did I do that?” You asked.

Jay looked down and shrugged. “It’s fine.” He moved to pull your panties back to place and made you sit up straight.

“It’s not fine,” you protested, trying to smooth out the wrinkles with your hands. “You have a meeting to attend. You can’t show up with a wrinkly shirt. And your jacket is tainted anyway so you can’t cover it up.”

Jay started giggling because of your panic. “You’re being very wifey right now.”

“And you’re acting like a real husband!” You said in frustration. Jay laughed wholeheartedly as he watched you lift yourself up from his lap.

You stood in front of him, only in your silk button-down and your panties. “Take your shirt off.”

“Uhm…”

“I have a standing steam iron stored under the bookshelf. Let me get those wrinkles out for you.”

Jay mouthed an ‘oh’ before he started unbuttoning his shirt. You weren’t surprised that he was not wearing an undershirt, since the color of his button-down was dark so he wouldn’t need to worry about anything being see-through. You swiftly made your way to your desk holding Jay’s shirt in one hand.

You placed his shirt over your desk and bent over, trying to remember which drawer you stored the steam iron in. Once you found it, you pulled it out and quickly set it up, hanging Jay’s shirt on its pole. As you were waiting for it to heat up, you heard shuffling behind you, and before you could turn around, Jay was already wrapping his arms around your waist and unbuttoning your shirt.

“Jay,” you whined in protest. “You don’t have that much time left for your next meeting.”

“Come on,” he whined back in your ear. “You expect me to sit still while I watch you bend over in your panties? No way.”

“You’re really testing me today.”

“And I know you like it.”

You turned around to look at Jay with a pout. Jay laughed at your expression, booping your nose before reaching both his hands down to your ass to push you into him. Your breath hitched as you felt him hard against your pelvis.

“If you want me to beg this time, I’ll do it,” Jay muttered. “Please. I’ll be quick. I promise.”

You grabbed his hand and led him to your chair by your desk. You pushed him and he fell sitting down, chuckling when you immediately started straddling him.

“Three minutes or less,” you said, reaching down to push your panties to the side.

Jay frantically unzipped his pants and let his cock out, pumping it a few times before aligning himself with your entrance. You placed both your hands on his shoulder as you let yourself sink down on him, and you both moaned in unison.

It was like a switch was flipped in Jay’s head because once he was fully inside you, he grabbed your ass and started rutting his hips into you. You were now used to stifling back your moans, so you did exactly that while you bounced on his cock. You pulled his head to your breasts, letting him breathe onto you as he continued sliding in and out of you. You matched his pace and you both reached your highs at the same time. He planted soft kisses along your jawline while your breathing leveled off.

“You should clean up,” Jay said after catching his breath.

You got off his lap and you could feel his cum trickling down your thigh. “But your shirt…”

“I’ll do it. Just go freshen up first.” Jay stood up and moved to kiss you. “Thank you.”

You smiled and tiptoed to kiss his cheek before walking away, grabbing your skirt as you made your way to the bathroom. It didn’t take you long to make yourself presentable again, and when you walked out, you saw Jay buttoning his shirt up.

“Let me see,” you said as you walked to him, now fully dressed.

Jay stood up straight and stretched his neck so you can evaluate his work better. All the wrinkles on his shirt were gone, so you smiled as you smoothed the ends of his shoulder.

“I make a pretty good husband, huh?” He asked with a huge smirk on his face.

“Don’t ruin it,” you mumbled as you looked away and checked the time on your phone. “You’ve got exactly 15 minutes left for your break.”

“It’s fine, I can grab a quick smoothie and head to the meeting room right after,” Jay said, looking around for his phone. “Actually, there’s something I need to get from my desk. I’ll see you later?”

You nodded and presented your cheek towards him for him to kiss. He chuckled and did so before exiting your office.

---

Hwiyoung looked up from his desk as he saw your door open. He was about to stand up when he realized that Jay was the one walking out of your office and not you.

“Oh? I didn’t know you were in there,” Hwiyoung said, slightly confused.

Jay gave Hwiyoung an acknowledging nod before smiling to himself like an idiot. His smile did not leave his face even while he was looking under papers and opening drawers.

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” Hwiyoung asked. The puzzled look on his face went away as soon as you walked out.

“Hwiyoung,” you greeted him.

“Miss, did you want to order--,” Hwiyoung let his sentence hang as he observed you and Jay stealing glances. “Oh. Oh, fuck.”

“Language,” you said sternly as you made your way to Hwiyoung’s desk.

Jay continued to smile sheepishly while he typed on his phone. You then tapped on Hwiyoung’s desk to get his attention.

“The meeting that Jay is in, can you push it back 30 minutes? Tell them it’s my order, and that I’ll bring coffee for everyone in it.”

Jay looked up at you and you just gave him a reassuring nod.

Hwiyoung started jotting down notes on his iPad. “There’s sixteen people in it, Miss. Seventeen including Park.”

“Alright, so I’ll buy seventeen drinks.” You then checked the time again on your watch. “I’m gonna go and grab a quick bite with Jay, okay?”

“Yes, Miss,” Hwiyoung nodded and watched as you walked away, linking your arm with Jay’s.

“I wish I was having that much sex,” Hwiyoung mumbled to himself, checking the notes on his phone before shaking his head to rid of the mental image that was about to haunt him.

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You were bundled up in two different blankets, curled up in a fetal position as you lay sideways on your sofa, watching the newest addition to your list on Netflix. It was only ten minutes into the movie when you started to yawn, wondering why the pace of it was so slow. You then heard the keys beeping on your door and realized that Jay must have arrived from the gym.

“Hey, babe,” Jay called from the doorway. You reached out your hand to wave at him. “Did you order something online?”

You groaned as you pushed yourself up from the sofa. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“There’s this huge package for you,” Jay muffled, his face covered by the box he was holding up.

You jumped over the sofa and jogged towards him, confidently taking the box away from his hands because, by the looks of it, it was not heavy. You flipped it over and around to find the sender’s information, but all you could see was your address and details.

“What do you think it could be?” You asked Jay.

Jay frowned. “How would I know? It’s addressed to you.”

You placed the box down and just stared at it as if staring at it would bring you answers. Jay coughed once before pulling his duffel bag up and heading to the bedroom.

“Maybe it’s like a thank-you gift from one of your sponsors?” He asked nonchalantly.

“No, they’re not allowed to do that,” you answered. You tilted your head and looked at Jay. “Should I open it?”

Jay shrugged. “I mean, it’s your package. Do what you want. I’m gonna go shower.”

You sighed and staggered towards the kitchen to grab some scissors. You carefully opened the box and found another box inside, which was more expensive-looking, and with the words Bottega Veneta printed on its lid. You became even more confused.

Without waiting another second, you pulled the box out and uncovered the lid. Inside, you found a greeting card with your initials on it, and you immediately opened it.

Dearest Y/N,

I know how long you have had this on your wish list. I’m sorry it took me so long to get it for you. I hope you like the color.

-Namjoon

You grabbed the drawstring bag and pulled it open, only to find the padded cassette bag that you, as Namjoon said, had always wanted. It was in a dark brown color, which was not your first choice, but it was beautiful regardless. You remembered that it was the first designer bag on your wish list since before you even started working at your company, and by the time you were CEO you just did not bother getting bags that would not fit all your stuff.

It did not surprise you that Namjoon still remembered. After all, he was always the sentimental type, the type of guy that would indeed remember every small detail about you. You just did not expect him to go out of his way to do this for you, years after your breakup.

You did not notice how long you were just sitting on the counter with the box opened, and when Jay walked out of the bathroom, his movements almost startled you.

“What?” He asked, sensing something off.

“I’m gonna have to give this back,” you muttered, placing the bag on top of its drawstring case and into the box.

Jay walked over to stand on the opposite side of you. You gave the card to Jay, and he read it silently.

“Can’t you just mail it back?” He asked as he placed the card randomly in the box.

“There’s no address,” you said, checking the outside of the box one more time.

“I mean send it back to his house or something. You don’t know his address?” Jay asked again, sounding a little bit annoyed.

You shook your head. “He has moved a couple of times, so I don’t really keep up.”

“So you’re really gonna meet up with him?”

Jay had his back turned to you as he busied himself, getting mugs out and a kettle too. When he didn’t hear your answer, he turned to look at you.

“I mean, I guess? I can’t keep this. Do you want me to?”

You saw Jay staring blankly at the counter for a couple of seconds before shrugging again, trying to let you know that he did not care.

“Jay,” you called.

Jay filled the kettle with water before plugging it in. You cleared your throat.

“Jaaay,” you called again, this time with a little whine.

You pouted, and when Jay turned around your lips curved into a smile. He walked over to you and you immediately pulled him in for a hug. He rested his chin on your head and you took a deep breath near his neck.

“Can’t believe he’s out there gifting another man’s girlfriend,” Jay mumbled, annoyed.

“But I'm your fiancée?” You looked up at him and pouted again.

“Oops,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you.

---

You checked the time on your watch repeatedly as you hurried to the café, still being careful with your steps since you weren’t exactly wearing comfortable shoes. You had to meet Namjoon on a weekday, in the middle of your packed schedules since apparently being a musician makes you even busier than being a CEO. Or maybe Namjoon was messing with you and just wanted to see if you can reschedule and move meetings with the power you possess.

Namjoon told you he was going to sit in a corner, wearing all black, but he did not specify which corner, so you almost went to a table that was occupied by a university student trying to study quietly. You steered away from him very discreetly before heading to another corner where Namjoon had his nose buried in a book.

He looked at you and tilted his head as he recognized the paper bag you were holding. You smiled apologetically and grabbed the chair before Namjoon could even stand up, and then you sat and placed the paper bag in between your legs and his.

“I can’t stay long,” you said, panting.

Namjoon chuckled. “It’s nice to see you too, Y/N.”

“I can’t possibly accept this,” you said without indulging in small talk. You pushed the bag slightly towards him.

Namjoon shook his head. “I can’t possibly take it back.”

“Joon.”

“Y/N.”

There was a brief silence as you both looked at each other sternly. Namjoon sighed and was about to reach for his drink, but he knocked it over and with super speed you were able to catch it before it tipped and spilled all over the table. Namjoon’s hand hung in the air as his eyes fell on your ring finger.

“Well,” Namjoon said, smiling to himself. “Consider it an engagement gift, then. Or wedding?”

You shook your head. “First one,” you murmured, bringing your hand back to your lap.

Namjoon nodded and pressed his lips together, looking at the table since he felt like it was now impolite to look at you right in the eyes again. “Congratulations,” he said, almost in a whisper.

You did not say anything back except to give him a smile. You adjusted the ring on your finger.

“The guys have been asking about you a lot. Taehyung is wondering why you haven’t been to the club in ages, and Jungkook wants to know if there’s a job opening at your place. Hoseok, I think, is more interested to hang out with your fiancé. I don’t know why they’re asking me, though, since you and I barely talk anymore.”

You remained silent as you let Namjoon ramble. It was a habit of his that you had gotten used to. It was probably one of the reasons why you became a trained listener. You then realized that Jay often does the same thing, and you cursed yourself for even comparing the two.

“Anyway,” Namjoon continued after not hearing any reply from you. “I insist that you take it. It gives me peace of mind that I fulfilled my promise and that you get to check one thing off your wish list.”

You looked up at him again. “Joon…”

“Take it and I won’t bother you ever again. You don’t even have to wear it. Just keep it with you. But please just accept it. Don’t force me to take it back.”

For some reason, the desperation in his voice made you feel a lump in your throat. It was odd, though, since it had been ages since the two of you broke up, and it wasn’t even your fault. Maybe the way he felt so bad made you feel so bad, and you began to question if it was normal, or if it meant that you still harbored feelings for him.

“Y/N, you need to say something. You’re scaring me.”

You blinked and refocused on his presence in front of you. “Thank you,” you began, “for remembering.”

Namjoon smiled at you and you saw a hint of bitterness on his lips. “How could I forget?” He said before taking a sip of his drink.

You checked your watch again and Namjoon cleared his throat. You looked at him, but he beat you to speaking first.

“I actually have a meeting in half an hour. I gotta leave now,” he said as he pushed his chair back.

“Me too,” you said, quickly standing up. You stepped to the side and automatically moved closer to him.

Namjoon carefully leaned in for a hug and you hugged him back tighter.

“Be happy, Y/N,” he whispered. “You deserve it.”

He pulled away without waiting for a response from you. He smiled at you one last time before turning around and quickly leaving the café. You watched as he walked away, and then you shifted your gaze to the paper bag under the table.

You thought to yourself that, maybe, the bag would serve as a nice memento of your youth.

---

You found yourself staring out the window and into the view of the city below. Your fingers grasped the strap of your bag tightly, and for some reason the short period of solitude made you feel overwhelmed. After a while, you heard the footsteps as well as the sound of people speaking entering the living room.

“I hope you do like the place,” said Taeoh, your real estate agent. “If not, then I’ve got a couple more places for you to check out.”

You turned around and Jay was already answering Taeoh after he noticed that you seemed preoccupied with your thoughts. You watched them talk for another minute before Taeoh excused himself to answer a phone call.

“Yes? No?” Jay asked once he locked eyes with you.

You merely shrugged and Jay responded with a sigh. Having worked for you for years, Jay knew you were extremely picky, especially when it came to more permanent stuff.

“Should we go for some coffee? I told Taeoh we’re done for the day, and that maybe we can resume looking next week. I’ll find a slot in your schedule,” Jay said, taking his phone out and opening the calendar app.

“You sound like my assistant,” you replied.

Jay looked up at you and his eyebrows furrowed. “I kinda am?”

“But we’re looking a place for us. You’re not here as my assistant,” you complained. You brushed your hair back as you walked up to Jay. “Can you be more husband-y, please?”

Jay chuckled at the word you just coined, letting you rest your arms around his shoulder.

“Old habits,” Jay responded, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll do better next time.”

“Alright, I know I’m not the buyer, but seeing you two like this in the living room is so picturesque, I feel like making the down payment for this apartment, right now.”

You both turned to look at Taeoh who seemed very comfortable admiring the two of you. He then gave you both a huge smile and you all just broke into laughter.

“I like the place but I want to see more,” you said. “I mean, we would like to see more, please.”

Taeoh grinned and held his thumb up. “Anything for the beautiful couple. I’ll send some links to both of you later this evening.”

---

Jay’s face was buried into the new self-enrichment book that he had borrowed from Sunghoon, who claimed that it was ‘life-changing’ and very ‘eye-opening’. You thought that Jay was never the reading type, but after seeing him work with you for years, and living with you for months, you realized that his habit of reading was just overshadowed by the number of other activities he had to focus on. That was why the two of you were now sitting at a café that overlooked the river, killing time but enjoying the silence together.

As he flicked the edge of the book to get to a new page, he noticed how your hand hung in the air with your phone in it, and how you were staring blankly outside the window. He followed the direction of your eyes and turned his head, squinting and trying hard to find out what you were focusing on. You then sighed and put your phone on the table with a soft thud.

“I’m figuring out how to find the most efficient way to get around town if Heeseung gets selected for the scholarship.”

Jay blinked and for a second he was surprised that you voiced out your thoughts before he asked. He began to suspect if you could read minds.

“You mean, like, you want to look for a new driver?” Jay asked, putting his book face down on the table.

You tilted your head as you sucked the air between your teeth. “Would that be wise? Is it better to just have Mr. Lee work on weekdays, and then just get around on the weekends using public transport?”

Jay chuckled. “It’s like you’re forgetting that you have me. I can drive us around.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to make you sit through traffic. It’s already stressful enough. And finding a place to park?” You shuddered just by imagining the horror, and Jay laughed softly at your reaction.

“I don’t mind,” Jay said, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles. He then started sniffing the back of your hand obnoxiously and you had to pull your hand away before people started to stare. Jay merely chuckled, all amused.

“Taking the subway doesn’t sound so bad. If anything, we can get to places faster,” you continued, shifting your focus to the people walking by the river. “And if it’s a close distance we can just walk.”

“Walking takes longer, my love,” Jay replied nonchalantly as he grabbed his half-empty glass of iced tea.

You shrugged. “I don’t mind if it’s with you.”

Jay would be lying if he said his stomach didn’t do a somersault. All these hours together with you and he still gets butterflies.

“Alright then,” Jay said after clearing his throat. “I gotta make sure that we leave the house with comfortable shoes though.”

“I’ll let you be in charge of that,” you responded, picking up your phone again. “You’re going for basketball with the guys tonight, right?”

Jay checked the time on his watch before answering you. “Yes, but I still have a couple of hours before I go. Should we go and get takeout for your dinner? Or do you want me to cook up something for you?”

Sometimes, you felt a little selfish, and all you want to do is to have Jay do everything for you. But these days you have been learning to consider his side more and weigh the options to see which choice would make him exert the minimum amount of energy.

“Takeout is fine,” you finally answered. “I’ll have anything you pick.”

“You trust me that much?” He asked, smiling.

“You’re my secretary and my fiancé. Not trusting you would be a dumb move. And I am not dumb.”

Jay laughed before he nodded dramatically, agreeing with your words. You asked him if he was done reading, and he said he was even though he wasn’t, for all that he wanted to do was attend to your needs.

---

It was almost midnight when Jay arrived home. Before that, you had your dinner and opted to watch an animated movie, but your session was interrupted by a series of nonstop texts from both your parents who reported that one of your cats was ill. You calmly responded to them, giving detailed instructions on when and where they can bring your cat to the vet. You even asked Mr. Lee if he could drive your parents for the rest of the week, at least until your cat gets better.

Within minutes, the situation was handled, but you couldn’t help but worry about your family. You almost wanted to leave for your parents’ house immediately, but then you thought it would not help at all, and it’s not like being physically there would magically cure your cat. The news tanked your mood for the rest of the night, and before you know it you were already crying as you lay sideways on the sofa.

When Jay called out to greet you, you replied with a small wave, stretching your hand as much as you could so he could see where you were. You didn’t expect him to immediately walk towards you, though, so you quickly wiped your tears away before he could even see your face.

“Hey,” Jay said, gently lifting your legs so there was room for him to sit. “What are we watching?”

The time it took you to answer was unreasonably long, and when Jay turned to look at you, you were holding back tears. It did not take a second for Jay to end up on the floor, holding your hands while he looks at you full of concern.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked calmly, rubbing his thumb along your hand.

You took his hand and grasped it as you broke down crying. Jay stayed in place, patiently waiting for you to let it out, but once he noticed how you were struggling to breathe, he moved his hand to the small of your back.

“Let me help you sit up, okay?” Jay said, placing your hands around his neck for support. He made you sit straight, and you continued to sob, and for a while the only thing he was able to do was to sit by your side, keeping himself quiet as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s my cat,” you began once you found the energy to speak. “My parents texted me.”

Jay turned to face you sideways, bringing one leg up on the sofa and resting his arm behind your back, gently caressing your shoulder. He listened as you told him everything, even showing Jay the messages in your group chat with your family. You told him how having pets for you was a source of happiness and stress at the same time, and he instantly remembered the way you would order him to run pet errands back in the day when he just started working for you.

Once you were done, he caressed your face softly and wiped the last of your tears away. You leaned into him, and he instinctively pulled you into a warm hug. He gave you the tightest hug and you sighed in relief, breathing in his scent.

“I’ll chat with your parents if it takes the burden away from you. I still have the number of your pet clinic, you know?”

You nodded, bumping your head to his chin, and he smiled before kissing your temple. Your arms loosened around him, and he took it as an opportunity to pull back.

“I’ll run you a bath and make you tea, after that let’s just call it a day and sleep early. How does that sound?”

“I don’t even want to do skincare.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

You looked into Jay’s eyes, and you felt like drowning in them. Before you could choke up and cry again, you nodded, and Jay got up so quick that you felt a gush of wind hit your face. He then leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “I’ll let you know once it’s ready.”

The rest of the night went slow. As you took your bath, Jay sat on a small stool beside the bathtub, distracting you from sad thoughts by telling you the funny episodes that had happened earlier while he was hanging out with the boys. When you smiled or chuckled a little, Jay would smile back and tilt your chin up to see you better. The cup of tea he brought to you when you started your bath was emptied within minutes, and when you were done, he continued to take care of you by putting on your skincare, not letting you even lift a finger.

As you changed into your silk pajamas, Jay excused himself to take a shower. You lay down on your bed and faced your side as you scrolled your phone, and minutes later, Jay was already out of the bathroom and clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“No phone. I’ll reply to your parents,” Jay said with a stern voice, gently taking your phone away from your hands.

You watched as Jay quickly dried his hair and changed into his own pajamas, and when he climbed into bed you held the covers up so he could scoot in easily. His hands found your waist in no time, and he snaked his arms around you as he pulled you closer to him.

“Try not to think about it too much, okay?” He started as he closed his eyes but continued to talk to you.

You started asking him about random stuff, and he would answer you with his eyes closed. Sometimes he would take a short pause, and you thought that he had fallen asleep, but before you could say his name again, he would answer you. After a couple minutes, the way his hand was softly stroking your back made you feel even more relaxed than before, and you caught yourself staring at his half-asleep face.

“Jay,” you whispered.

“Yes, Boss,” he whispered back, holding in a smirk.

“Let’s get married,” you said.

Jay chuckled, keeping his eyes closed. “We’re already doing that, love.”

“I mean let’s get married tomorrow. Or soon. As soon as possible. Without a wedding reception.”

Jay slowly opened his eyes and found yours staring at him, glossy from either the reflection of the night light or the tears you were holding in.

“But you deserve a huge wedding. We can afford it, and I’ve already made a list of all the vendors—”

“I don’t want one.”

You blinked once and you shed a single tear, letting it trickle sideways to the pillow. Jay brought his hand up to caress your face.

“It could just be us, with our parents. We can find someone to officiate, and I don’t even have to be in a wedding dress.”

“Y/N, listen…”

“No, you listen.”

Jay licked his lips nervously, afraid he was going to say something wrong. He let you hold his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together as you continued.

“I don’t need a fancy wedding. I don’t need an audience. I just want you to be my husband as soon as possible. I don’t care about anything else.”

Your lips began to tremble, and Jay ran his thumb across them to keep you from falling apart again.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked calmly.

You nodded. “Don’t you want it too?”

“Of course,” he replied without missing a beat. “Of course, I do.”

You tilted your head up to meet his lips, and when he kissed you, it felt electrifying. You couldn’t be more sure about this decision.

“Then it will be the first thing I’ll do in the morning. Give me two days max, and we’ll make it happen. Deal?”

Jay’s manner of speaking made you chuckle, and this time you cried happy tears. “Deal,” you whispered in response.

“Good,” Jay nodded before pulling you back into his arms. He held you tight and kept your head close to his chest. “My heart aches when you cry, so please forgive me for doing this. You can cry all you want, but you’re just gonna have to let me hold you close.”

You smiled between your soft sobs, and you spoke right into his chest, sending vibrations through his body.

“Thank you,” you sobbed. “I love you.”

Jay squeezed your shoulder before moving his hand back up your head to stroke your hair, knowing it was the fastest way to make you fall asleep.

“I love you the most.”

---

The following week went by in the blink of an eye. After another day of asking if you were sure, Jay handled everything and kept his word of communicating with your parents. Your cat got better within days, and around the same time, you heard from Jay that he had found someone who could officiate the wedding.

You meticulously went through your wardrobe, finding a dress that had the perfect length and the perfect color for your mini wedding ceremony. Jay was by your side the whole time, giving you the input that you didn’t even know that you needed. You finally decided on a beige-colored A-line dress with puffy sleeves and a skirt that reached your knees. While you were trying it on, Jay took out a necklace that at first you thought was the pearl choker that he got for you from his London trip.

“Is this new?” You asked, tracing your fingers along the necklace as he gently clasped it behind your neck.

“Yeah, I robbed a jewelry store this morning,” Jay said nonchalantly, his mouth pouting in concentration.

He then looked at you all seriously for two seconds before breaking into laughter, and all you could do was ruffle his hair.

Your marriage ceremony took place in the City Hall, on a Thursday evening. Your parents, as well as Jay’s, stood proudly as you walked into the hall. Mr. Lee was the first one to shed a tear as he kept his eyes on you, and his granddaughter had to tug him to get his attention. Your mother squeezed your father’s hand when you smiled at them, and Jay’s mother blew you a kiss when you made eye contact.

The ceremony was short and sweet, yet your heart felt like exploding once you heard the words ‘you may kiss the bride’. Jay’s lips touched yours in the softest way possible, and you were lost in your thoughts for a couple of seconds before you heard the faint sound of clapping from both your parents and Mr. Lee’s family. You looked over to your mother, who was holding up her phone since your brother had phoned in and demanded a video call.

You walked over to Jay’s parents, and his mother pulled you into her arms. While you rested your head on her shoulder and nodded to all her words, Jay’s father calmly wiped the tears streaming down your face with a handkerchief. Meanwhile, your father had his arm around Jay’s shoulders, pulling him in close as both your parents began to lecture him or praise him—you honestly could not tell the difference.

You give your small wedding bouquet to Mr. Lee’s granddaughter, who squealed so loud it echoed throughout the room. You then thanked Mr. Lee and his wife for making time to attend the ceremony, and you thought you had shed enough happy tears, but when Mr. Lee said he wouldn’t miss it for the world since you were already like a daughter to him, you bawled again.

“You shouldn’t be crying so much on your wedding,” Jay said as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. “It makes me look bad.”

You chuckled and softly punched his chest. He only hugged you tighter.

Soon after, there was a slight argument over ways to get home—Mr. Lee insisted on driving you home and you refused, claiming that he should be taking his family home, then Jay insisted that he would drive, but then your parents said no groom should drive on his wedding day, and then the argument quickly spiraled to other things.

You saw Jay getting distracted with his phone, and when you were about to ask him, you heard someone entering the hall. Almost all of you turned at the same time, and you smiled widely at the sight of your second driver, the younger Mr. Lee.

“Hello,” Heeseung said awkwardly, nervous to be around old faces and important people. “I’m here to save the day.”

The ride home was quite chaotic too. You were texting your parents and Mr. Lee nonstop, begging them to tell you when they arrive safely at their homes. Jay also had a short call with his mother, and throughout the whole thing, Heeseung merely stared at you both through the rearview mirror.

“You guys really should have invited me to the ceremony,” Heeseung said. “The way you could have saved yourselves from the argument.”

“Thanks for coming on short notice, Heeseung,” you replied as you leaned in and gave him an acknowledging pat on the shoulder.

“Well, you know, your best friend texts you claiming he had just gotten married and needs a ride home. I would be a jerk for not dropping everything to come and help, right?”

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes. Heeseung chuckled a little before clearing his throat.

“Congratulations, you two,” he continued. “When I see you two together, it just makes sense.”

You smiled and turned to Jay, who had been looking at you the whole time. You rested your chin on his shoulder, and he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, mouthing the words ‘I love you’ as you closed your eyes.

---

“So wifey,” Jay cleared his throat, “what should we order for dinner tonight?”

You almost snorted at the new nickname, but Jay was looking at you in anticipation with a stupid grin on his face, so all you could give as a response was another stupid grin.

“I don’t know, hubby. You pick.”

“God, I’m so lucky,” Jay sighed, picking you up like a princess and spinning you around. You giggled and begged him to stop before he gave you a headache, and he kissed your lips after laying you down on the sofa.

“I kinda feel like tacos. What do you think? If that sounds meh I can order you a burger from the same place,” Jay spoke as he scrolled through his phone.

“Burger is fine. But can I just take a long shower first while we wait for the food to come?”

You reached out for his hand, and he stood firm as you used him as support to stand up. He nodded and you happily trotted into your bedroom, unzipping your dress along the way. Jay stood there for a while admiring your back before snapping back to his senses and actually placing an order for your dinner.

The food arrived faster than predicted, and Jay was wondering why you were taking so long, so he went after you and carefully pushed the bathroom door open. You were standing with your eyes closed and letting the warm water wash all over you, while you were belting out notes to the song that was playing through your Bluetooth speakers. Jay chuckled in amusement and leaned on the doorway to comfortably observe you, but his private show only lasted seconds since you turned around and almost gave yourself a heart attack.

Jay laughed out loud once he saw your surprised face, and because you were embarrassed, you gathered enough water in your palms to splash him. He shrieked out of shock, and it was then your turn to cackle loudly.

“Don’t just stand there! Join me,” you demanded.

“I was waiting for you to ask,” Jay replied, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

You welcomed him in your embrace as he entered the small space, and when his hands touched your waist, you flinched from the cold of his skin. Jay pulled you closer, pressing your body to his as he began kissing your neck like he had been waiting all day to do so. You closed your eyes and whimpered when you felt his teeth grazing your collarbone, and you could feel him harden between your legs.

“Jump,” he whispered beside your ear. You pulled back and looked at him, unsure. “I got you.”

He held you by your ass as soon as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he gently pushed you up against the wall. The cold on your back contrasted with the heat of his body, and the way his lips continued to kiss you along your neck made you roll your eyes back. You held on to his shoulders tighter, and he nudged your chin with his nose before bringing his lips up to yours.

Once his tongue enveloped yours, he entered you with a gentle force. You moaned helplessly in his mouth as he continued to devour your lips, steadily moving his hips against yours. There was no other sound except for the running water and the soft slapping of skin, and as you kept your feet hooked around him you began caressing his face, keeping your foreheads pressed together.

You finished first, and as you both panted and took in each other’s breaths, he squeezed your ass harder before thrusting slowly. You brought him close and made him rest his face on the crook of your neck, and your moans were soft against his ear as you felt him chase his own high before releasing himself inside of you. Only then did he carefully let go of your legs, moving his hands up to your waist to make sure you were able to stand up.

His display of love did not stop there. Jay continued to caress your body for a hot minute before helping you wash your hair and rub your back. You instantly returned the favor and you both giggled after you shaped his hair into an obnoxious faux hawk. The two of you stepped out of the shower feeling completely clean, and you did your skincare routine side by side, sometimes nagging him when he tugged on his skin too roughly.

“Are you already sleepy?” Jay asked as he noticed your eyes looking heavy.

You fought back a yawn before answering. “I’m more hungry than sleepy. Why do you ask?”

“You mentioned how you’d feel relaxed after having sex with me,” Jay said, moving his face towards your cheek until it was inches apart.

“Do not start a second round, otherwise I will make you redo all of my skincare steps,” you warned him as you stared sharply at him through the mirror.

Jay huffed before standing back up straight. “Okay, Boss.”

You headed to the kitchen with Jay trailing behind you. Then you both sat at the kitchen counter, enjoying the burger meal that had already gone cold. As you listened to Jay talking about the most random stuff and almost choking on a French fry, you realized that there was nowhere else you would rather be, and you wouldn’t have your wedding night any other way.

-END-

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Today's fic request goes out to the anon who chose 'get ready'.

Master Entola keeps Cal back after sending the other younglings to class. She promises him it’s nothing to worry about, but there’s something different about her today. A tiny crackle she can’t fully hide behind her shields. Confused, trying to think of some mistake he may have made, Cal tries to contain his nerves as she takes him through to her office. She sits him down on her cozy couch where all the younglings get to sit if they’re upset or sick. It hums under Cal’s fingers with all those feelings, softly though, because he’s sat here many times and knows these echoes. However, Cal is neither upset nor sick, so his confusion grows. Master Entola sits at his side and takes his hand. The crackle is brighter. Louder.

“Are you okay, Master?” Cal asks.

He’s surprised her, and it makes her laugh. “I’m fine, Cal. Just your silly Master Entola getting emotional like she always does.”

“Oh.” He’s not sure what to say because he’s never felt this crackle from her before, popping like fireworks from a Courscant party barge. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. In fact, I have some very exciting news for you.”

“You do?” Is he finally going to be allowed to visit the famous Coruscant science museum? He missed the last trip because he had a bad echo and had to stay in the Healing Halls.

“Yes,” she says, and squeezes his hand. It’s too tight and her hand is sweaty. “You are to become a Padawan to Jedi Master Jaro Tapal.”

“I am?” Already? He’s only nine. The last youngling to leave their clan, Soraya, was thirteen, and the youngling before her, Gara, was twelve. He’s never met Master Tapal. Or maybe he has. There have been so many knights and masters in the clan dorms lately, almost as though everyone suddenly wants a Padawan. “Shouldn’t the others go first? Maylee is older, and so is Luka. They should – ”

“No, Cal. It’s you. It must be you. The Force wills it, and what are we to do when the Force tells us something?”

“We listen,” Cal says.

“Good boy.” Master Entola stands, a hand brushing over her face. She breathes in and it shudders on the way out. Cal doesn’t understand why she’s so upset. Master Entola speaks again before he can ask. “Now then Cal, we must hurry. Master Tapal is looking forward to meeting you. He’ll be here soon, so we must get ready.” She holds out a hand. “Come along, we’d best pack your clothes and anything else you want to take with you.”

Cal nods and takes Master Entola’s hand. And then, not entirely sure why, he wraps his arms around her, hugging her tight. He barely reaches her chest – he’s always been small for his age – and he holds on with all his strength. In his head, the Force snips like scissors through ribbon in the art room. He knows, suddenly and completely, that he’s never coming back here.

“Oh, Cal.” Master Entola returns the hug, until she pushes him back and crouches down at his level. “I am going to miss you terribly.”

It’s slowly dawning on him how he’s going to be leaving Master Entola and all his friends behind. He’s crying before he can stop himself, even though being chosen as a Padawan is supposed to be an amazing achievement. He should be happy. He should be dancing around and telling all his friends.

He doesn’t feel ready. And he’s not really happy either. It feels unfair on the others who are older, faster, smarter, better than he is.

Master Entola pulls him into her arms again. “It’s alright to be frightened and overwhelmed,” she says. “But this is for the best. You are ready, and Master Tapal will be wonderful.”

Cal nods, sniffs hard, and makes himself stop crying. He’s going to be a Padawan, and that means no more crying like a baby. He steps back. Master Entola stands.

“Ready?” she asks.

“Ready,” he says.

They leave the office, and Cal never looks back.

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Calm Before the Storm - Chapter 6 - Heavenly Virtues

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“Excellent work today, Vivica. You’re really been putting in the work, haven’t you?” Penny praised.

Vivica smiled and chuckled nervously. “You could say that. Gotta be on the top of my game after all, right?”

“Just don’t burn yourself out,” Penny warned.

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Very well. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Vivica smiled and ran off. She headed down the street for home when a teen boy with a lion’s mane of hair her age joined her. She beamed and hugged him.

“Diligentia! How was your day?”

“Busy as usual. How was yours? Did everything go well with rehearsal?”

“It was amazing! All that hard work has paid off again and I’m making strides. I have you to thank for it.”

Diligentia waved his hand dismissingly. “You put in your own hard work. I simply assist with keeping you on course.”

“It still has helped a lot. I honestly couldn’t thank you enough for all the help you’ve been. I don’t think I’d be this far without you.”

“Think nothing of it. Simply doing what I was made to be, as Father would have dictated. Now, let’s hurry along. You’ll need to get to practice in if you’re to stay ahead of the curb.”

“Right! Let’s go!”

Ali followed behind Soraya Khan as she discussed the next charity event. He zoned in and out while the girl beside him, Liberalitas, gleefully chatted with Soraya about the charity event. He smiled at her bubbly optimism that reminded him of Rose.

Ali sighed as he looked away. He had been in contact with Rose since he met her and kept in touch, but he found himself missing Rose more recently. He had tried to participate in more charity events in Paris, but his luck had ran dry with no events being hosted that had sparked his parents interest. He’d give anything to return and see Rose, even if just once.

“Your Highness, are you listening?” Soraya asked.

Ali gasped and opened his mouth.

“It’s ok, Soraya, I am!” Liberalitas cheered.

“I do appreciate that you are, but his Highness needs to as well. This is an important event being hosted by the Agrestes for the first time since Gabriel lost his mind. His ex-wife, Emilie, is returning to form with hosting the Diamond Dance again.”

Ali perked up. “You mean we’re heading to Paris again?”

“Indeed. We’ve received the invitation to attend the dance. Your parents agreed to have you attend given Emilie’s newfound status and power she and her wife possess. They believe they can benefit, so long as you can make friends with the son, Adrien. And, if we are lucky, you could meet with the current defenders of Paris with the aid of Liberalitas, so long as she is willing to assist with the matter.”

“Absolutely! Anything to help you guys,” Liberalitas cooed.

“Excellent. We’ll have everything prepared for you to depart in a couple of weeks. Understood?”

Ali grinned. “Yeah! Absolutely!”

“You should have seen it, Caritas! He was all distracted by whatever coach was yelling at him about, which gave me the perfect opportunity to ambush him. His coach didn’t like it, but no one ever cares what he has to say when we can wrestle. And it was an amazing spar. I won, of course. Not like there is ever any doubt,” Nora boasted.

Caritas giggled. “Your feats of valor and strength are always impressive to hear about. Though it quite mean to disregard a person no matter how small.”

“I know, I know, but they get so pushy and never let us have any real fun. So, we make it ourselves. Anyway! Let’s go! We’re making something special for when the family gets home.”

“Oh? Is that what the impromptu shopping trip was for?”

“Hell yeah! Wanted to do something nice for the family. I mean, it is summer with the kids out of school, Mom could always use some help. And I am basically staying free, so it’s the least I could do.”

Caritas smiled softly. “Your kindness is beautiful, Nora. I’m glad I chose you.”

Nora paused outside the apartment door. “Thank you. I’ll be honest, I don’t feel I deserve you because of how I can be other times, but I’m glad you stick around. I know it hasn’t been long, but it feels like your part of the family.”

Caritas put a hand over her heart, then gently touched Nora’s shoulder. “Thank you. I’m honored, truly. Your family is beautiful, full of kind souls, much like your own. It is truly an amazing experience to bask in your presences.”

Nora smiled and pulled Caritas in a big hug. “Say, you’ve always watched us cook. Would you like to learn how to?”

Caritas’s eyes lit up. “Oh, please! It looks like so much fun.”

“C’mon. I’ll show you and together we’ll make the greatest dinner ever!”

Caritas clapped and bounced then followed Nora inside.

Mireille entered the KIDZ+ studio for the annual weather girl competition. She entered it again alongside Aurore and many others. She glanced around at the crowd before they noticed her. They cheered for her as she made her way through them to the front with Aurore. Alec announced them and the competition while Aurore looked at her.

“I’d wish you luck, but I intend to win this competition,” Aurore said.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck. You’ll be great.”

Aurore was taken aback. She snorted and stuck her nose in the air as she looked away.

Mireille sighed as Alec finished and everyone dispersed. She headed up to the room after the others when a plain-looking teen boy joined her.

“Your friend is very proud in herself. It will surely spell her doom.”

“She never seems to learn that lesson,” Mireille said.

“One day she’ll be humbled and see the error in her pride.”

“Do you think you could help her with that, Humilitas?”

“I could, but nothing is learned when the lesson is forced upon someone. No, she’ll need to learn on her own.”

“I… I see. You’ll be here, though, right? At my side through all this?”

“Of course. I promised you I would be there for you through anything. You are my holder and I your kwami.”

Mireille smiled. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

Mireille and Humilitas went in circles as they thanked each other until Aurore stood in front of them.

“Knock it off! I’m trying to concentrate and you two are distracting me.”

“Forgive us. We’ll keep it down,” Humilitas said with a bow.

“Yeah, well, you better.”

Aurore headed off and left the pair alone.

“Well, you ready?”

“I’m with you. Let us go.”

“Hi! We’re back!” Marinette called.

Sabine and a woman with striking red hair turned to them.

“Welcome home, dearie. How was your date?” Sabine asked.

Marinette ran over to hug Sabine and sat beside her. “It was amazing! We didn’t really go anywhere. We stayed at Liberty, but I sketched while he watched. We got the next designs done for Kitty Section, y’know, whenever they perform again. And I got hear some of the songs that Luka had been working on. And then we cuddled as the sunset and-.”

A teen girl with light blue hair materialized. “That’s all you did, right? Nothing more?”

Marinette stopped and shut her mouth.

“Castitas, what have we talked about?” Sabine scolded.

“I know, but Tom is worried and so am I. So many young girls like Mari here fall so easily to sin. We just want to keep her safe,” Castitas countered.

“I understand, but you should worry about your own safety.”

Castitas furrowed her brow when Gimmi materialized. She squeaked and jumped back when Gimmi’s eyes fell on her.

“You’re back. How was your date?” Gimmi asked.

“It was good,” Marinette said.

Gimmi narrowed her eyes at Castitas.

Castitas chuckled nervously. “I… I think I hear Tom calling for me. Probably needs help in the bakery. Yeah, that’s it. Uh, bye!”

They watched as Castitas vanished. They sat in silence for a moment before Gimmi spoke.

“So, did you two fuck yet?”

Marinette’s face turned bright red. “Gimmi! Filter!”

Sabine and the red-haired woman chuckled.

“What? You asked for help with contraceptives, so what’s stopping you two?”

“Now, Gimmi, don’t push. These things take time. You don’t want to rush into things. Right, Patientia?” Sabine pointed out.

“Exactly. Patience is key to the finer things in life,” Patientia agreed.

“Whatever. My job here is done,” Gimmi said, then vanished.

Marinette sighed. “Well, I’ll probably head up and finish my work, then head to bed.”

“Alright, sweetie. Oh! Before I forget, this was delivered for you by Nathalie,” Sabine said as she held up an envelope.

Marinette froze. “Nathalie? Nathalie Sancoeur?”

Sabine nodded.

Marinette hesitated before she took the envelope. She opened it to find a mask identical to the one she used at the Diamond Dance to sneak in, but was later kicked out. She looked in the envelope and found a handwritten letter signed by Emilie Agreste. She glanced over the letter and read that Emilie would be hosting the Diamond Dance again. Emilie stated she would be inviting big names and other figures along with the defenders of Paris, promising it would be more than what Gabriel ever made it.

“Oh, well, thank you. I’ll, uh, I’ll be in my room.”

Marinette gave Sabine a kiss on the cheek before she headed up into her room. She sat on the chaise as Gimmi materialized.

“What’s that?”

“An unwanted invitation to a dance I want no part in,” Marinette answered.

“Why’s that?”

“It’s from Adrien’s mom for a big dance. It sounds tempting, but I also don’t want to deal with Adrien. I know he still isn’t over me. He makes it a little hard not to notice.”

“And you’re going to let that stop you?”

“Hey! Look, I just don’t want to go, alright?”

“Coward.”

“Excuse me?”

“You possess reality at your fingertips and you’re going to let some kitten keep you from enjoying yourself? Pathetic.”

Marinette’s jaw dropped. “Excuse you! I am not pathetic. I am the holder of reality!”

“Yeah? Well, you letting some whiny kitten stopping you seems pretty pathetic to me.”

“You know what? We’re going to that dance, and we’re not going to let Adrien stop us from enjoying it.”

Gimmi smirked. “Good. I look forward to it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as realization hit her. “Wait. No, I-!”

“My work here is done,” Gimmi said and vanished.

Fei Wu stared out at the night sky. She watched the city below her when the moonlight hit her new anklet. She sighed as she messed with it and lamented. It had been over a year since she lost the Prodigious and the renlings to Shadowmoth. She had put her faith in the Paris heroes to get them back, until she finally received the news.

Fei Wu stared at the anklet as she recalled the letter of Monarch’s defeat, but how all the kwamis were changed and the renlings, presumably, were gone. She had the Prodigious returned to her, but without the renlings, it was powerless. Just another reminder of her failures.

Footsteps stole Fei Wu’s attention. She jumped to her feet as a young man with ginger hair approached. She relaxed as he sat beside her.

“I wondered where you went. You weren’t in that man’s restaurant like you normally are. I was worried you had relapsed again.”

Fei Wu shook her head. “I just… I needed some air.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“It’s nothing new. Just… everything hit just right and I was reminded of everything. Of… of my failures.”

“Fei, you aren’t a failure.”

“Yes, I am, Temperantia. I failed to stop Shadowmoth. I failed to step in and be a hero to save the renlings. I failed my father and everything he stood for. I’m a disgrace.”

“You are too hard on yourself. You fought against Hawkmoth and won once. One defeat doesn’t mean you failed.”

“But I lost the renlings. Even Mei Shi won’t come out of statue form. I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. There’s no need for a guardian. No need for any of that, so what am I supposed to do if not that?”

“What is it you wish to do?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Temperantia hummed. “Perhaps you can find answers in Paris.”

“Pardon?”

“That is where the rest of my brethren reside. Primarily the favorites of my father. Perhaps you could find a purpose speaking with them and their holders?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe?”

“What have you to lose?”

Fei Wu pursed her lips. “I… it’ll be a long trip. Especially without… without Ladydragon.”

Temperantia chuckled. “I’m a little insulted. Did my wings truly look just for show?”

“I mean… can I fly with you?”

“Indeed. One of the perks of having wings, no?”

“Well, let’s settle my affairs and we’ll head over. Sounds like a plan?”

“Indeed. Lead the way.”

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PART 15 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 5.1k | Synopsis: The end of Stay Series. It's been a journey guys. I'm gonna cry.

Chris + Reader Minho + Jinhee Jisung + Suhwa Changbin + Kirsten Hyunjin + Soraya Seungmin + Yeonjoo Jeongin + Ashley Felix + Hailey

Notes: Fluff, FLUFF, FLUFFFFFFF + CHILDREN, Established Relationships (Everywhere) Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition.

PART 15

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

It’s been about a month since Christmas, and true to everyone’s agreement, the next family gathering was to be at Felix’s place. Despite his protests and attempts to change the location of the monthly meeting, the plan went ahead. At varying times around 10.00am the Skz Family pulled up in their cars, carrying food and entertainment such as board games and other bits and bobs.

Felix’s face disappeared from his window and he sprinted to his front door, flinging it wide open with a dashing grin to welcome Changbin and Kirsten inside. “Hey Yongbok! How’s your girl?” Changbin teased and Felix slammed the door in his face. There was none of course. No one yet.

“You can stay outside till everyone else gets here now,” Felix huffs, locking the door swiftly. “Yah! Yongbok!” Changbin yelled, knocking rapidly on the door. Kirsten grabbed his arm and shook her head, “It’s your own fault Bin.”

Eventually, the rest of the Skz Family had pooled around outside, mingling and laughing with each other per usual, trying to wring details out of Ashley and Jeongin for their wedding; “no spoilers.”

Much to everyone’s surprise, you and Chris were the last to arrive, laden with an unnecessary load of Tim Tams. “Look if we’re going to be at Felix’s place, then Tim Tam’s are a must,” Chris jokes, chucking a packet to Hyunjin. “You have no idea how dead set he was on getting these - such a pain in the ass,” you grumble as Chris abandons you to greet his boys.

“Do they even sell them here?” Suhwa (Jisung’s gf) asks, ripping open a packet in curiosity and taking an experimental nibble, “Ooh, these aren’t bad.” “What do you mean, ‘aren’t bad’? Tim Tam’s are my religion,” Ashley giggles, taking a packet for herself.

Yeonjoo (Seungmin’s), pipes up from beside your shoulder, “Did you get them from that one international store?” “You bet. Christopher bought every last one.” “Ooh, that place is great, I go there all the time,” she smiles, gratefully accepting the packet you hand over to her.

Normally, you would have argued with Chris that buying every single packet was excessive, but for one thing, he probably missed the sweet treat, and two… maybe you were craving them as well.

Finally, Felix opens the door again, this time with an oven mitt on his hand. Clearly he’s been baking something. “Everyone here? Good, because my apple pies have just finished baking and they taste better when they’re hot.” “You got ice cream in your freezer?” “Probably.” “Probably? How do you not-” “I might have eaten it all.”

“How has Felix not snagged a women yet? All this baking is enough to win anyone over.” “You don’t snag women.” “That’s not my point! Can you not smell the pies?” “Smells like heaven.”

“You’re heaven.” “No, I’m hell.” “Jinhee’s hell, not you.” “And what, Minho’s Satan?” “Was that sexual innuendo intentional or is my mind just fucked?” “Your mind is fucked.” “Nice to know.” “You’re welcome.”

Chris has already slipped into the house, pulling Felix into a one armed hug before standing by the doorway to help usher people in. “Oh shoot,” you whisper, just as you’re about to follow the train line spilling into Felix’s humble abode, “Soraya, tell everyone I’ll be with you all in a second; I left my phone in the car.” She nods and without another word, you swivel on your heel and march back along the path to your car.

Since you were the last couple to arrive, naturally your parking was a little further away. In hindsight, this trip back to your car was absolutely worth it, because the next moments were to be the happiest of your life to date.

Chris performs a headcount as the Skz Family filtered through, his smile wide as he greets everyone he hadn’t gotten around to yet. “Thirteen… fourteen…” he murmurs, as Hyunjin and Soraya walk in together. You haven’t walked in yet, and he frowns as he pokes his head around the door, searching for you. “She left her phone in the car,” Soraya grins, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s shoulders so he could drag her along.

“Were you counting us?” Hyunjin laughs, placing his hands on top of Soraya’s happily. “You didn’t know he did that? There’s so many of us, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t,” Felix interjects, bemused, his voice as deep and resonating as usual.

“Yongbok! Are you cutting these pies up or am I?” Jisung yells, and from the way there’s an explosion of chatter from the kitchen, Chris can tell everyone is just as eager to try some.

Felix shakes his head and disappears down his hallway, serenaded by obnoxious cheers and chanting of his name as he joins the others. “So… technically, there’s sixteen members of the Skz Family now?” Hyunjin asks, continuing his conversation even after Felix has left.

Chris and Soraya both frown, mentally trying to count everyone. “There’s only fifteen of us. Sixteen when Felix finds someone,” Soraya points out, but her eyes dramatically widen in realisation.

“No there’s sixteen,” Hyunjin insists, “Technically.” Soraya pinches his shoulder then, causing the man to yelp in surprise, “I’m right though!”

“Hyunjin, I’ve been counting heads ever since we debuted, I’m pretty sure there’s only fifteen of us. There’s just Y/N left,” Chris chuckles, swinging the door shut slightly out of polite habit. He would open it for you once he saw you nearby.

“That’s why it’s technically because she counts for two,” Hyunjin elaborates and at this, Soraya yanks on his pony tail slightly. “Shush Hyunjin- he doesn’t know yet-” she hisses, kneeing him in the ass and encouraging him to move onwards quickly.

“Why wouldn’t he know? Isn’t he the first person she’d tell?” Hyunjin rambles, his hands flailing about in a panic. “Did you listen to a word I said yesterday?” “If you were telling me this while I was trying to paint you gardening then I was most definitely not listening.” “I told you during dinner, idiot.” “You said to not congratulate him yet- not that- oh.”

Chris’ heart has stopped working. He can feel his chest constrict tightly, and his breath cease to exist. You count… for two? In a daze, Chris’ hand disappears from the door knob, leaving the door still slightly open, and he drifts down the hallway.

When he appears in the kitchen, Felix is still busy dishing out the apple pie, and Soraya is whisper-yelling at Hyunjin for his stupidity. In a rare moment of silence since everyone’s mouths are full of food, Chris doesn’t struggle to have his question heard.

“Do you mean to tell me… that my wife is pregnant?” He croaks, standing with his hands stiff to his sides. All at once, heads whip around to stare in shock at Chris, and it doesn’t take a genius to confirm this statement. Their expressions melt from surprise, to panic in seconds.

“And you all knew…?” Chris finishes, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Okay so who the fuck couldn’t keep their mouth shut?” “In my defence- I didn’t know he didn’t know-” “I told you. Loud and clear!” “Hyunjin!! You’re really asking for a slipper to your head.” “I get why he was part of Paboracha now.” “What do you mean was he still is.”

This was what you walked into as you let yourself inside Felix’s house, peering out from behind your husband and frowning at the noise. “What’s going on here? You left the front door open.”

The silence after your statement is profound, and you take in the guilty expressions of the Skz Family, and then finally the stiff posture of Chris with his back turned to you.

You tap him on the shoulder and he swivels slowly to face you, staring hard, his mouth a thin line. “Are they lying to me?” He asks, and your mouth slowly opens in understanding, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips. Someone’s let it slip.

“That would be quite the elaborate lie,” you grin, casually strolling past Chris and picking up a plate of apple pie. “Yeobo,” Chris groans, rubbing his face in his hands and trailing after you, “I want a proper answer.”

You can feel the excited tension in the room, fizzling from one person to the next as you munch on Felix’s apple pie, eyeing your husband from head to toe. It’s all you can do to stop yourself from grinning like there’s no tomorrow.

“Y/N are you fucking pregnant or-” Chris begins, and with a cheeky giggle, you interrupt him. “Yes Christopher. I am carrying your child.”

If he wasn’t frozen before, he certainly is now. His hand is stuck in his hair, mid-way through brushing it in frustration, his eyes are wide and shimmering, and his mouth is parted in a permanent ‘oh’. Finally, he breathes out two whispered words, “Holy fuck.”

The rampant yells make you flinch, and you almost drop your delicious plate of apple pie. You’d think they were celebrating the world being saved from an impending doom with how loud and celebratory the Skz Family was being. You watch in amusement as they dance around each other, shaking you and congratulating Chris obnoxiously.

“Holy fuck,” Chris repeats, suddenly moving and pacing around in a state of shock, both his hands in his hair, “Holy- Jesus fuck.” Chris turns back to stare at you, and at your grin, it’s like the life is breathed back into him.

“You’re pregnant?!” He yells and when you laugh and nod, he disappears into another room, but you can still hear him yell in disbelief, “You’re fucking pregnant? Since when were you pregnant? Holy shit.”

Chris returns in view, and his pace is suddenly more frantic. “Are you serious?” He grins, from over by the couch, but you don’t even get a chance to respond. The delirious joy that has broken onto his face is a sight to behold as he sits down onto the coffee table, squishing the sides of his face.

“This isn’t a dream, yeah? I’m awake right?” He asks, standing back up in seconds and dashing over to you. “You’re pregnant? You’re carrying a child. You’re carrying our child,” he asks, clutching your face and kissing you roughly.

“Yes, honey. I am carrying our child,” you laugh, pulling yourself away from him so you can breathe. And he’s gone again, disappeared back out into the hallway, yelling to himself. You watch in a complete state of bliss as he reappears and scoops you into a joyous hug, twirling you around. Thankfully you had put your plate down, your intuition telling you that it would be dangerous to keep it on you with him in this state.

“You’re gonna be a Mum!” Chris laughs, kissing you with your face between his hands again, “We’re having a kid- you’re gonna be a Mum- I’m gonna be a Dad-“ he breathes, his voice dying in his throat with his forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m gonna be a Dad,” he repeats, his eyes wide as they drill into your own. Chris suddenly sinks to the floor, his hands trailing the shape of your body as if you’re guiding him down. “I’m gonna be… a Dad,” this time, when he repeats it, it’s like the realisation has properly sunk in.

You drag your fingers soothingly through his hair to try and shake him out of it, but he merely continues to stare at your feet. “You okay?” You ask him, bobbing down to meet his eye level.

“Fuck if that isn’t the scariest thing I’ve ever said in my entire life,” Chris whispers, and you’re startled to see his eyes shimmering with tears, “I’m gonna be a Dad.” “You already are a Dad.” “Yeah you raised us!” “Best Leader! Best Leader!” “Best Dad! Wait that doesn’t have the same ring to it…” “Best Father?” “Hey that works!” “Best Father! Best Father! Best Father!”

Chris lets his tears trickle down his cheek, and he reaches for you blindly, pulling you into a hug on the floor as he cries his tears of joy into your neck. “Thank you,” he whispers, kissing you wherever he can, “Thank you so fucking much.”

“Why are you thanking me? You put this kid here,” you grin, hugging him tightly. Chris pulls away in disbelief, his arms still snug around you, his eyes crinkled with an undeniable joy.

“Thank you for loving me.”

Your reason for telling the Skz Family and not your husband first? Because for the rest of the day, Chris refused to let you lift a finger; because for the next few weeks, he’d refuse to let you cook a single thing; because for the next few months Chris would consistently pout and try his hardest to make your defences cave when you tried to do chores. That was on him. He was doing those. Please let me do the dishes? Please? “I’ll actually get on my knees and beg.” “Chris - I am not fragile, I can still do chores.” “Please?” “Christopher.” “You should be resting~ Are you drinking enough water? Craving anything? Please let me do the dishes. Please, honey?” “I never thought I’d say this, but stop saying please.”

You’re woken abruptly from your peaceful slumber, arms wrapped around Chris’ chest, by a heavy weight crash landing into you. Immediately your brain kickstarts itself into defence mode, burying yourself under the covers and inadvertently suffocating Chris too. You sense two of them, two little munchkins bouncing on the bed.

“Aughhhh,” Chris wheezes, clutching his stomach and poking his head out of the duvet, “You hurt Dad.” Someone wriggles under the blankets between you, and you kiss his forehead affectionately with a smile. “Good morning Cameron… how was your sleep?” You ask him, his big brown eyes wide under the covers.

“Fantastic! Now get up!” He nips, pressing his face to yours impatiently. “Juni- Juniper- sweetie, I can’t breathe,” Chris coughs, his arms jolting out of the blankets to hoist the youngest off his stomach. The little one had been having some fun using her Dad as a mini trampoline.

“Dad~ let’s go~ I want to play with Uncle Fewix!” She giggles, slinging her arms around Chris’ neck as he tumbles out of bed, carrying her.

Cameron kicks the covers off the pair of you, nodding his head excitedly, “Yeah, Uncle Felix is down at the beach already! And Minsung Uncle’s are cooking breakfast on the barbecue!!”

“Juni… where’d you put your hat?” You ask, crawling out of bed and rummaging through the drawer full of her clothes. “I’ve got it. Here.” Someone’s arm waves briefly at the doorframe, showcasing the hat before it disappears again.

“Alex, have you seen my sunnies?” Chris yells to the eldest son, the one who had only bothered to show his arm. This time, he pokes his head around and points towards the window which overlooks the beach. “If you squint hard enough, you’ll notice that Uncle Minho is borrowing them,” he grins, flashing his dimples. Mr Steal Your Girl 2.0.

Chris quite literally throws Juniper onto the bed, making her scream in delight, and tackles Cameron with a brief tickle at his ribs before turning away to find a pair of board shorts. You’ve managed to change into a bikini already, fastening your pace at the insistence of your younger son.

“Where’s my-” “If you’re looking for your beach dress it’s on the couch!” Alex yells suddenly, and you smile in disbelief. That kid.

You’re braiding your hair in the bathroom when Chris bursts in and slams the door. You look at him surprise, but he only places a gentle finger to his lips and winks.

“Where’s Dad? CamCam~ did you see Dad?” Juniper pouts, talking on the other side of the door with her slightly older brother. “No? Where is he? Have you seen Mum? They’re taking too long.”

Chris’ grin is manic as he flings open the bathroom door and roars, his hands poised in the air like a lion, scaring the absolute shit out of the two kids. Juniper screams and dives for the bed, but little Cameron, after getting over his initial fright, raises his fists and glares at his Dad.

“You wanna fight me old man? Come on,” he boldly declares, and Chris pretends to crack his neck. “Did you become Seungmin’s student? You’re on you little ratbag,” he laughs, raising his own fists and bouncing around playfully, “Go on, show me what you’ve got.”

You watch as the two dance around each other, Chris feinting punches and Cameron landing actual ones, to which your husband fakes serious injury. Juniper emerges after a while and helps with her tiny little kicks. “Hey- hang on-” Chris dramatically gasps, “I can’t take two of you!!”

Alex walks into the room then, already shirtless and in board shorts. He swoops in and hoists his little sister onto his shoulders, smiling at her giggles. “Want me to get Dad?” He asks, his mischievous smirk emerging, and Chris holds his hands up in defence.

“Nahnahnahnah- foul play-” Chris yells, as the Alex-Juniper formation chases Chris out of the bedroom, Cameron hot on their heels, laughing his little head off.

It doesn’t take too long for Chris to return to the bathroom, having sent the kids down to the beach on their own to meet up with the Skz Family.

“Morning beautiful!” He smiles cheerfully, dragging a hand through his already sweaty hair before planting a firm kiss on the top of your head. “And good morning to you too,” you smile, sighing into his familiar embrace with his head on your shoulder, “You going for a swim?”

It’s currently Summer break, which meant the Skz Family had hauled away their suitcases and children to the vacation house collectively bought by them all. It’s quite literally like a getaway mansion, with more rooms than you can count, a swimming pool, theatre room, massive kitchen, outside kitchen, games room etc.

The best part however, is easily the fact that it’s backed straight onto the beach; walk out the front door and journey down the patio stairs and you’ve got sand between your toes. As you step out into the sun, Chris at your shoulder, also just as exposed as his eldest son, you smile at the wondrous sight before you.

Multiple families, which are basically just one big family, playing around and lounging under umbrellas by the water. Chris is watching your gaze, and he nudges you out of your reverie.

“We made it, hey?” He smiles, nonchalantly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Mhm,” you hum, eyes sparkling as you wrap your own arm around his waist, “We did.”

All the Skz Members are married now. Even Felix. To everyone’s surprise, he was the 4th out of the group to marry, falling head over heels for Hailey and even producing their own daughter before anyone could blink. All had their own kids too, and plenty of pets.

The dogs were having fun at the waters edge, gleefully fighting each other for the toys that a few of the kids were tossing into the water. The cats were lounging back under the patio, unwilling to go anywhere near the sand; most of them where Minho’s and Jinhee’s, well… mostly their daughter’s cats.

Seungmin and Ashley were both reading a book on some beach chair’s, Yeonjoo right beside Seungmin munching on a slice of watermelon. Jeongin was sat on the sand in front of them, helping his youngest daughter Freya build a sandcastle, while Katy was searching for shells to decorate it.

Felix has a whole hoard of children, young and older, chasing him with water guns up and down the beach. Meanwhile Jisung and Minho have managed to drag the barbecue down by the water and are busying themselves with breakfast. There are kids and adults swimming in the water, wives sunbathing. Two human’s are paddle boarding, some kayaking.

You think you can see Changbin out on the jet-ski, towing some kids behind him on sea biscuits, their screams of joy… or terror, audible from where you’re standing. A little to the side, it looks like Hyunjin’s got an impromptu audience, as kids wander over (and adults, let’s be honest) to check up on his progression as he paints the ocean, his twin daughters trying to ‘photobomb’ the picture.

It’s chaos, but it’s home.

It’s indescribable, this joy, this happiness. Something that, unfortunately, very few actually experience; the complete satisfaction and contentment of knowing that if you died today, you’d have no regrets.

What about your kids? Oh, of course it would be tragic to leave them behind, but as you look around at Alex, who’s strumming his guitar and singing dutifully to a gaggle of kids who are practically his cousins; as you smile at Cameron, who’s racing a bunch of other kids in a makeshift hundred metre sprint along the sand; as your heart melts at Chris and Juniper, playing in the ocean… you know that even if you were to disappear, they’d be okay.

Your gaze focuses on Chris and your daughter, watching as he holds her below her armpits and spins her around in the water. “You ready to go under?” He asks playfully, wriggling her like a worm, “I’m gonna count okay?”

“You go with me!” She yells, kicking wildly as Chris pulls her completely out of the water, as high as he can toss her before catching her again.

“Alrighty, let’s go!” He exclaims, “Three! Two! ONE!!” - and they both disappear from sight, vanishing into the depths of the water. Juni resurfaces first, her Dad’s arms holding her up high, but Chris is still lost below the waves.

“Daaaaaad! Don’t drown!!” She squeals, kicking her little legs again. Chris bursts out with a gasp and hoists his daughter onto his shoulders, walking both of them over to you, “Have some watermelon with your Mum and Auntie Yeonjoo, yeah? Dad’s gonna go for a quick swim by himself, is that okay?” He laughs, while Juni tugs at his hair, pretending to direct his actions.

You hold your arms out for her and pop her onto your knee, accepting the offered watermelon from Yeonjoo and holding it up for Juniper to eat. “Anyone up for a race?” Chris calls, and Hyunjin throws his head back with a laugh, “A race? You know no one is going to beat you, Poseidon.”

“Oh well shame, you’re all getting into the water,” he grins back, diving for Minho and hoisting him over his shoulder. Minho’s face is of utter disappointment, accepting his sad fate of being dumped into the salty sea. Chris doesn’t have to drag the rest of the boys down. They follow, and Changbin pulls the jet ski to an abrupt stop close by, abandoning ship and leaving the kids he was towing to scream and yell in outrage at being left stranded.

They’re the older ones. They’ll survive.

You women gossip with each other while the men fool around in the sea, and as you watch them, it’s almost like the rest of the world doesn’t exist to them. It’s just them, the original family, enjoying their time together.

Chris is the last one to leave the water, the others eventually needing to retreat for a drink. He’s drifting with his back to the beach, the waves idly swaying him backwards and forwards. He’s lost in thought, you know this much, gaze consumed by the distant horizon and never-ending blue of the world. Juniper hops off your lap, having finished her slice of watermelon, and skips away to join her friends by the sandcastle Jeongin had made.

You take this rare opportunity to join Chris and disturb his time alone, slipping into the water and welcoming how refreshing it is against your skin.

Lauren, Felix’s eldest, plops herself down on the sand next to Alex, humming along to the tune he’s busying himself with on his guitar. The gathering he had earlier, dispersed, the little one’s getting bored and deciding it was time to annoy the aunt’s snoozing on some towels.

“I bet you my share of my Mum's cake for dessert tonight that your Mum is about to attempt to drown your Dad,” she prods, nodding her head towards you and Chris.

“Aunt Hailey made cake?” Alex asks, pausing his song to stare at his parents, “Sure - but if Mum sprints away and Dad chases after her, I get your share of tomorrow’s dessert too.” Lauren shrugs and begins to a dig a hole between her legs in the sand, “It’s a deal.”

Sure enough, you do just as Lauren predicted, using your element of surprise to quite literally jump onto Chris’ back and topple him face first into the water. Alex, as your own son, wins this bet though. In seconds you’ve sprinted away, diving into the water as fast as you can as Chris emerges, spluttering.

Hyunjin is absolutely right. You can’t out-swim Poseidon.

Lauren sighs and fills her hole back in with sand, resting her chin on her hand, “How do we live up to that?” “Hm?” Alex questions, turning to look from his parents to the girl next to him. “Your parents, I mean. They’ve been together for how long, and they’re still so playful?”

Alex frowns and looks around for Felix and Hailey, Lauren’s parents. “Mate, have you seen your parents?” He laughs, strumming a random chord on his guitar.

Lauren’s nose scrunches in disdain, “They’re just cuddly 24/7. I want what your parents have.” “You’re twelve, calm down,” Alex snorts with a raise of his eyebrows. “And you’re fourteen, your point?” She scoffs, kicking sand onto his feet.

“You have plenty of time. You think my parents got to where they are just like magic?” He elaborates, putting his guitar down carefully onto his lap. “Who knows?” Lauren shrugs, then changes the topic abruptly, “Are you training to become an idol?” Alex nods, “I have an audition soon.”

“How come none of us know? I only guessed because I see you practicing all the time,” Lauren asks, gesturing to borrow his guitar. After a second, she quietly begins to strum her own tune. “The adults know… but, I didn’t want to make the younger one’s sad.”

“And me? You weren’t planning on telling me? I’m basically your sister.” Alex shrugs, his eyes hawk-like as he watches her play, already analysing her technique for feedback, “You proved yourself that I didn’t need to. You figured it out eventually.”

“You’ve got some big shoes to fill,” Lauren smiles, turning back to watch you and Chris. Who knows since when, but you’re now sitting on his shoulders, wrestling with Suhwa sitting atop Jisung. “As if your Dad isn’t the Lee Felix.”

“I’m not trying to be an idol,” Lauren recoils, nose scrunching, “There’s eight of them here already and you’re about to become another.” “Eight retired idols.”

Both of them lapse into silence, staring out at the large pack of family members in thought. “Dad was worried about me wanting to be an idol, actually. He’s supportive, but he doesn’t want me to feel like I’m stuck in his shadow.”

“He has every right to be worried. For one thing, he’s your Dad. For another, just as my Dad is Lee Felix, your Dad is Bahng Christopher Chahn.” “Yeah but I’m Bahng Alexander Korain, and I can forge my own path.”

Lauren smiles at him then, and it’s this moment perhaps, that sets them both off on a journey to stardom. “And I’m Lee Lauren Seolhee, and maybe… I’ll forge my own path alongside you.”

There are many kids, and therefore there are many stories. As the author, I have complete creative liberty with them. Some may grow to be academic genius’, some to be athletic gods. Some might start up their own business. Some simply look to add to the Skz Family. What I chose to write about to finish this series however, is the beginning of the next journey.

This is simply because, as all proposed circle of life’s are, happiness comes and goes. It is spread, universally from one person to the other. And in this universe, where you and Chris have successfully achieved the peak happiness, and accomplished your dreams, the circle of life continues. Now it is the turn of Alex and Lauren, and all other kids of this generation to extend their happiness to others, to give just as Chris did, to love just as Skz did.

Alex and Lauren will eventually debut in the same experimental group. A combination of male and female idols in one overarching group. This group will co-produce songs and episodes, participate in promotions and schedules together, but also complete separate productions as sub-unit male and female groups.

Alex, debuting as A.K-Rain (forever undecided on A.K or Rain or K-Rain for short), will go on as the maknae and lead dancer of the male sub-unit, while Lauren, debuting as Seolhee, takes up the role as leader of the female sub-unit. The whole Skz Family will attend their first concert.

And as you look at Chris’ shining face, proud to the max, you’ll come to the conclusion, that you’d do it all over again - relive your relationship right from the beginning, just to see this very expression again on his face, in this moment.

You’ve done it. You made it. You both… made it.

And that my fellow readers, brings Stay Series to an official close.

Below is the full list of children I quite literally randomly generated (I lied I thought hard about them on a walk with my dog). I am aware, that most of them probably wouldn’t have an English name, but I am not Korean and my head was spinning with the effort of trying to figure it all out (who would and wouldn’t have an English name) and incorporate it into the writing - so I just gave everyone everything.

It’s not too important to be honest, but it felt necessary to invent them all. Felt complete. Please, just as a reminder, this does not represent Skz, I can’t predict the future idfk if they’ll have kids or not.

*ages during this particular fic

CHRIS + READER Bahng Alexander (Alex) Korain - Male, 14 Bahng Cameron (Cam) Daeshim - Male, 8 Bahng Juniper (Juni) Yeji - Female, 4

MINHO + JINHEE Lee Amelia Soo - Female, 11

FELIX + HAILEY Lee Lauren Seolhee - Female, 12 Lee Benjamin (Ben/Benji) Kunwoo - Male, 10

JISUNG + SUHWA Han Imogen (Immy) Hyerim - Female, 8 Han Jasper Joontae - Male, 5

CHANGBIN + KIRSTEN Seo Luis Beomsoo - Male, 9 Seo Nicole (Nicki) Yumi - Female, 6

HYUNJIN + SORAYA Twins!! Hwang Samara Yewon - Female, 11 Hwang Sophia (Soph) Yeonhee - Female, 11

SEUNGMIN + YEONJOO Kim Ethan Minjae - Male, 7

JEONGIN + ASHLEY Yang Katy Miyeon - Female, 10 Yang Freya Eunju - Female, 4

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-> Parallels -> Masterlist

A/N: No more official updates :'), just bonuses left now. - Kaisowoo

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Top 10 Funny Moments 🩷 For @choicesfandomappreciation

I actually saw @aallotarenunelma post this and I thought this is genius, and so I’m going to share some funny moments from my stories 🤣

Summers Kiss

”I’m pretty sure there’s no magic involved in sex. It was pretty much watching my ovulation, waiting and peeing on test stripes to see the words pregnant. But if it makes you feel better B let’s call it the magic of our bed.“

”It was our bodies who created the magic, the bed was just a side piece.“

Cake by the Ocean

”What? I’m just saying. I can’t even say that I knew there was something going on? Way harsh dude,“ he says

Soraya gives him a pointed look

”I‘m not your dude,“ she says.

Aunt Joe clears her throat and they both shut up.

Bittersweet Symphony

”You’re my date, you shouldn’t have to do that.“ I say and lean on the kitchen counter next to her.

She snorts.

”Did you get stuck in the 18th century Sinclair?“ She teases me and I have to laugh at that.

Nightbound vs. Hänsel and Gretel - Chapter 2: Strange Encounters

“Pie-boy is getting roasted. I knew something was missing,“ Nik says grinning.

Hänsel cracks his knuckles.

“Bite me blondie,“ Hänsel says.

Niks grin widens and he just smiles at my brother.

“I’m afraid you’re not my type,“ he winks.

Neon Lights

”Get a room,“ Ethan and Aubrey say at the same time.

Bryce and I grin and share a smile.

”Is it just me? Or does anyone else think this is creepy?“ Elijah asks and I add.

”Me too. They’re almost the same person. Though Ethan is a bit grumpier, which makes him adorable,“ I say and Sienna nods in my direction.

”I thought I was the only one who thought so,“ she says and we fist-bump each other.

Ethan sighs deeply.

”Can we please just play? I don’t want to have front-row seats for Lahela's make-out session. I’m getting annoyed by this banter and about the fact that you’re trying to make it about me,“ he says his tone getting grumpy.

Bryce can’t resist adding.

”Oh come on man you’d learn a thing or two,“ B adds.

Ethan just sighs.

”If you’re talking about tips on how to make out? I’ll pass. Thanks though,“ Ethan replies.

Peppermint Kisses

“Buddy you picked the wrong nonna to pickpocket.“ I say and pull out my phone to dial Mafalda’s number.

“What’s a nonna dude? It’s not some weird fetish you guys have, is it? Because I don’t want any part of that.“ Zac stated.

“Nonna is the Italian word for grandmother you genius.“ I replied.

“Have you no manners? First, you steal and now you’re being a little punk?“ Trystan asks but Zac just rolls his eyes.

Girls Night Out - Chapter 3 - Streaking past your neighbors house

“I wish I had such good-looking strippers at my bachelorette party,“ Addi chimes in.

Both officers exchange looks, then turn to us again.

“You’re married ma’am?“ Officer Clarke asks, he looks more closely at Addi now.

“Well it’s complicated,“ Addi sighs

“I’m sure it is,“ Officer Clarke says his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“If we can’t have a lap dance, would you like one? So we can all forget about this little incident?“ I ask moving closer, but Sofia stops me with a hand on my arm.

“You are going to get us into trouble,“ Sofia mutters under her breath.

“And you are?“ Officer Kane turns to Sofia all mirth gone, replaced by a serious look on his face.

“Just an innocent bystander Sir. I was trying to help,“ Sofia stutters.

Home is where the heart is

”How’s the pregnancy going? Any weird food cravings that drive Bryce up the wall?“ he jokes and laughs.

”Does Bryce count as a food craving?“ I ask.

I am trying to act serious but I have to laugh at Ethan’s expression. He looks as if he bit into a lemon.

”I shouldn’t have asked,“ he mumbles.

Go Blonder

”Oh for fucks sake. Why in three hells are you only in your underwear Dr. Varma?“

Ethan’s voice. And he sounds super annoyed.

”I didn’t have any clean clothes,“ she says not wanting to admit she lost a bet.

He sighs

”You could’ve worn anything else. Please get something else to wear. This is just inappropriate,“ he says

”I can’t do that,“ she says.

He squints his eyes at her. Realizing there might be more to it.

”Clothes Varma. Now. And no that wasn’t a request,“ he says

Jackie laughs

”Aye aye sir,“ Jackie salutes and goes to get on some clothes.

You can see Ethan pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.

”What kind of madhouse am I working at? I need a vacation,“ he mutters to himself. That’s when the video ends.

Go with the Flow

”Alright let’s go, before you turn into a popsicle,“ I laugh.

She just gives me the finger.

Which makes me laugh even harder and I have to stop and hold my stomach.

“So feisty today I like that side of yours,“ I kiss her fingers, which are ice cold.

#ChoicesFanworksDay #10 stories and lines that made me laugh #open heart

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nomniki · 2 years

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special friend ━━ choi yeonjun ⟡ the vigilant yaksha pays a visit to his favourite traveller

genre﹒fluff word count﹒1.5k warnings﹒none!

an﹒another genshin au oneshot bc ive been playing it a lot recently and then i had this idea and i was possessed it’s litetally 2am and i Think i’ve proofread but .. yk (rbs r appreciated :(( tell me what u think)

"Traveler!"

You blinked blearily, reaching up to lazily rub away the sleep from your eyes.

"Huh?"

"Traveler! Traveler!"

Your eyes focused after a moment of aggressive rubbing, and backlit by the fiery orange of the village, was the silhouette of pigtails and cute, slightly pointy ears. You recognised her as one of the particularly adventurous children from Vimara Village, Soraya. You propped yourself up on your elbows, wiggling your legs to dispel some of the numbness and summoned up a soft, sleepy sort of smile for her.

"Hey, Soraya, whatcha doin' out here?"

Instead of an answer, you were met with another question, "Traveler, why are you sleeping on the ground? My mommy said that's bad for you."

"Ah," you chuckled dryly, "I wasn't sleeping, just resting my eyes, that's all."

A petulant huff told you she didn't quite believe you, but clearly she had other priorities and you could make out the gummy grin spreading wide on her face.

"Will you tell me another story?"

You should've guessed.

You were hardly preoccupied; you’d been moping, alone, staring up at the stars until your eyes hurt, and then after a little while you'd fallen victim to the spell of a fuzzy, dreamless sleep that hadn't lasted long before Soraya's unexpected arrival. None of that was particularly worthwhile, so you nodded, stretched your hands high above your head, and yawned.

No harm in a little storytelling, you supposed.

She was already bouncing on the balls of her feet and with a cursory glance over her skinny shoulders at the village, still teeming with light, you gave her a proper nod of agreement.

"Just one, it's getting late y'know."

Your warning did nothing to dispel her visible excitement, and selfishly, you were a little glad you had someone to talk to, even if it was a child. Her eyes twinkled, her smile flashing you with missing teeth and it made your chest ache with a deep sense of nostalgia. She was so sincere it almost hurt, it stoked the warm embers in your chest that had been steadily cooling down since your travels had waned into an endeavour that was feeling dangerously futile. You shook it off, and brushed off her questioning head tilt with a smile.

"Yeah, what do you want to hear about?"

"I wanna hear about Liyue again!"

Soraya nodded in agreement with herself, and you hummed, stroking your chin as if you were really deep in thought. Maybe it was another bout of nostalgia, often saved for the confines of whatever home you took up during your travels, but a familiar face came to mind and selfishly, you wanted to tell somebody about him.

"Well, there's a special somebody I met in Liyue," she was already giggling, high pitched and delighted, "the coolest guy around. He can appear and disappear in a cloud of smoke, and fights all the baddies so he can protect the people of Liyue Harbour. Cool, right?"

Soraya's hands were clenched on top of her thighs in excitement, her mouth hanging open in awe even when you'd said so little.

"Who was he? Was he, maybe, your best friend?"

Soraya asked, almost in a whisper, and it was said with so much seriousness you couldn't even laugh. After a slight pause, you said, "I guess you could say that. He's somebody very special to me, Soraya."

She giggled again, and you joined her, letting her curl into your side and shake with infectious laughter.

"What's his name?"

"His name is Yeonjun, the Vigilant Yaksha."

Your statement was punctuated by an exclamation of the utmost amazement, and you smiled warmly. Although you hadn't been talking for long, the sky had darkened considerably, and you were cautious about sending her home in the dark.

"I'll tell you more about him some other time, yeah? It's getting late, you should get home, Soraya."

She whined in complaint but you'd had the same conversation with her countless times while staying in the village, so other than some grumbling, she got up mostly without complaint. You twirled her tufty pigtails with your free hand, and helped her brush stray leaves and blades of grass from her plum coloured dress. Ending your conversation so soon had nothing to do with the tears glittering in the corners of your eyes, clear as quartz and harbouring a pain you were ashamed to feel as deeply as you did. No correlation whatsoever.

"You promise you'll tell me more about your special friend tomorrow?"

You held out your pinky, and she bounded back towards you to interlock your fingers, "I promise."

She nodded, content.

"Goodbye, Traveler. Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite!"

Her laughter carried behind her on the late evening breeze, and you watched her as she skipped back towards the village. Your feet itched to follow her, but you knew she'd be safe and watch as the melted into the blur of greens and oranges at the hem of the village. Tears had been gathering in your waterline, sitting uncomfortably where you stubbornly refused to blink and let them fall.

You blotted at them with the back of your sleeve, careful not to irritate your eyes lest you received another lecture about how you were free to share your troubles with whatever sap had noticed. You huffed, bending down the gather your few small belongings from the grass and find somewhere to stay for the night. Indoors.

"Your special friend, huh?"

Your eyes widened, and the surprise nearly floored you, the concept of balance lost to you as your head whipped around in search of that voice.

No way.

Streaks of teal glittered in his hair, otherwise inky black and falling so prettily around his face in a way you knew, enviously, was effortless. His eyes, the ones others knew to be sharp and cold, were rounded with a softness you hoped selfishly you’d be the only one they were ever directed at.

You couldn’t even appreciate the sight of him before you were stumbling forward on unsteady legs, right into his waiting arms. When his arms closed around you, you melted into their promised embrace. His smell, the evening warmth that practically clung to his skin, you burrowed closer like he was going to vanish into thin air. You knew he could. You also knew he wouldn’t.

“You called.”

“You came,” you breathed out.

Yeonjun pried you away with an uncharacteristically gentle touch, and childishly you resisted, but a low chuckle weakened your resolve. He wiped your tears, thumbs lingering on your cheek bones and surveying your face, making up for all the time that had passed where he couldn’t hold you like he’d wanted so desperately to do.

“You don’t need to talk, just let me look at you,” he said quietly.

“There’s so much I want to say to you.”

“I know, and you can, I’m here.”

You melted back into his arms, and although you had never really known one, it felt like home.

“I told you I’d always come, didn’t I? Whenever you called me,” he paused, and continued in a whisper, “why didn’t you?”

You declined to answer, resting your cheek against his shoulder and soaking in the comfort he exuded. Amidst the static in your head, you were left wondering how one person was able to make your head spin to such a dizzying effect it put hard liquor to shame. It was concerning how easy it was to let your eyes flutter closed and melt into the sensation of him.

You don’t know how long you stood there, knees buzzing with pins and needles and arms looped around him so tightly you were sure your joints would lock in place. He hummed, and it reverberated through your chest in a way that brought you immeasurable relief.

Yeonjun pulled back again, hands gripping your shoulders tightly and staring straight into your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, those beautiful, mesmerising eyes had held him captive for god knows how many months.

“You’re so clingy, hm? Missed me?”

You huffed, “‘m not answering that.”

“I know you did, just wanted to hear you say it, that’s all.”

You leaned in to bump your noses, and he blinked in surprise as you brought him closer, unwilling to allow any space between you.

“Ah, so cute~”

In any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed, but not with him, not after you’d deprived yourself of his presence for so long. You’d take your small victories where you could get them. A finger pokes your cheek, and begrudgingly you pull back again, but the quirk of his lips, nearly a smile, is enough to keep you content with the distance. Warmth radiates from him, both through his skin and his overall presence. Being with Yeonjun is unmatched, a high that has you gunning for more. You’d like to lose yourself in the feeling for the remainder of the day, or even until the end of time.

Yeonjun’s eyes were glossy, like maybe he'd accidentally stolen one of his dreams from slumber's elusive hands in the middle of the night and stitched them into his neon irises. His lips were red, a little raw and bitten. You traced his bottom lip, he made as if to bite your fingertip and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Stay with me?”

“Always.”

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typingtess · 3 months

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “In the Name of Honor”

The basics: The team searches for a missing Navy lieutenant.

Written by: Matt Klafter co-wrote “Smokescreen Part II”, "A Fait Accompli" and “Hard for the Money” and was the sole writer for “Where Loyalties Lie”.

Directed by: Dan Liu directed “Watch Over Me”, “If the Fates Allow” and “Love Kills”.

Guest stars of note: Ashwin Gore returns from season 13’s “Genesis” as ONI Inspector General Akhil Ali; Gregory D. Gadson returns as Col. Jackson Ladd from “Of Value”; Duncan Campbell is back from “Best Seller” as Agent Castor; NFL star Tony Gonzales as Capt. Alonzo; Soraya Kelley as Zahra Mahmad; Marco Khan as Ahmad Mahmad; Asher Deva as Muhammad Hasan; Toktam Aboozary as Mina Mahmad; Eric Satterberg as Roger and Joshua Thomson as Jeremy.

Our heroes: Think a Navy Lieutenant is missing for a military reason but find out there is more to her disappearance.

What important things did we learn about: Callen: Can fix his jammed weapon in a hurry. Sam: Looks at the water to find some peace. Kensi: Thinks she can get her shot off before being surrounded. Deeks: Won’t get to Kensi in time. Fatima: Woman, life, freedom Rountree: Working to make sure Kilbride’s ass is not being chewed. Kilbride: Asked Col. Ladd for a favor.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen: Thinks Sam is becoming Raymond. Sam: Not turning into Raymond. Kensi: Not getting the “Pretty Woman” references. Deeks: Fan of the kebobs. Fatima: Training with Akhil. Rountree: Working inside today. Kilbride: Brought Col. Ladd to the super-secret office.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Not helping the Admiral today though Kensi thinks she might be.

Who's down with OTP: Deeks was more under control than usual when Kensi was in danger. Was happy as always to see her safe back in the office. Fatima is working through any feelings she may have for Akhil.

Who's down with BrOTP: Callen and Sam were perfectly Callen and Sam in the episode. Sam was a good friend/teammate/mentor to Fatima at the end of the episode. Kilbride and Col. Ladd are besties.

Fashion review: Callen wore a white and blue plaid button down shirt. Long sleeve tees for Sam (black) and Deeks (darker blue). Kensi wears a great long-sleeve pull-over sweater. She and Deeks wear dark rain jackets at the crime scene. Fatima starts the episode in workout gear – oversized light grey sweatshirt. Wears a spiffy brown leather jacket with a white turtleneck for the rest of the episode. Rountree had a green jacket with black pockets over a black tee. Kilbride was in his Kilbride uniform – medium blue three-piece suit, light blue dress shirt, red and blue tie. He donned a trench coat when visiting Col. Ladd.

Music: “Messenger” by Mamak Khadem plays at the end as Fatima is taking in her day.

Any notable cut scene: No.

Quote: Sam: “I’ve spent a lot of time staring out at this water, searching for answers.” Fatima: “Any tips? I'm coming up empty.” Sam: “You doing okay?” Fatima: “Physically? Yeah. Emotionally, mentally and spiritually? I don't know how to answer that.” Sam: “Well, you don't need to have the answers. Not right now.” Fatima: “I just...I keep thinking about all the women out there...not allowed to make their own life choices. What to wear. Who to marry. What they can and can't do with their own bodies. Freedom of thought, freedom of choice. Sam: “It's terrifying to some people.” Fatima: “It's not fair.” Sam: “The world will never be fair. But it could be better. Good things are happening. Even though it doesn't always feel like it.” Fatima: “I just wish they would happen faster.”

Anything else: The previously-s include a greatest hits package for Akhil Ali and Col. Ladd. Fatima wakes up in a car on fire, tied to the head rest. In the driver’s seat is in unconscious Kensi.

Eight hours earlier, Fatima is working out with Akhil with a trainer named Jeremy who is part of Herbie’s military training company. As Fatima walks away, Akhil asks how his training was going. Jeremy was impressed that Akhil stopped making squeaking sounds whenever he was grabbed.

Fatima tells Akhil that for his first self-defense class, he did better than expected. Fatima thinks he will be bringing down a suspected without breaking his nose no in time. Akhil is happy to spend this time with Fatima but maybe in the future they’d spend time together by taking a nice walk. The two make dinner plans.

Callen and Sam are in the armory discussing the use of armrests on a plane. Three seats, four armrests according to Sam. One passenger – in this case Sam – get the second armrest. “Simple math,” according to Sam. Callen thinks Sam bullies his way to that second seat rest. He also notices that Sam is worried. And Sam is. He’s going on a trip and leaving Raymond with his caretaker Constance. Callen notes that even Sam thinks things have never been better with Raymond now that Constance in the picture. Sam is going across the country to see Aiden. Callen suggests taking Raymond across the country – it would be a great trip for the Hanna men. Besides, if Sam is worried about Raymond he’s going to make everyone around him crazy and that’s the moment Sam becomes Raymond. Everyone is going to Ops – they have a case.

Fatima and Rountree start the debrief in Ops, Lt. Zahra Mahmad is a Navy submariner. For the last two years, she was working with a defense contractor in El Segundo. Her team was working on an anti-detection program for nuclear subs. Callen notes that sort of program could make her a target for any country interested in hiding their nuclear subs or finding America’s subs. According to Zahra’s CO, she left work early the day before for personal reason. She’s not answering calls or texts. It isn’t like her.

Sam points out that Zahra isn’t missing for even 24-hours yet. Maybe she’s off doing something and hasn’t had time to respond. Fatima agrees but with Zahra’s knowledge and security clearances, ONI wants her found. LAPD checked her home but nobody was there. Her parents live in Northridge, they own an Afghani restaurant. Fatima sees the menu is in Dari. Callen says he’s going to see Zahra’s CO when Rountree tells Callen that Kilbride as the CO going to the boat shed. Kilbride will do the interview. Callen and Sam instead will go to Zahra’s home. Fatima will go with Kensi and Deeks to the family’s restaurant. With Fatima speaking Dari, she could help. The parents could as well – they may know something that could lead to Zahra’s location.

At the boat shed, Kilbride dismisses Castor and speaks with Zahra’s CO, Captain Alonzo. Kilbride tells Alonzo that Vice Admiral Hunt thinks the world of him and Alonzo is properly humble. Kilbride know Alonzo’s background and thinks he’d work well at NCIS. The Office of Military Support has an opening and Alonzo would be perfect. Alonzo would consider the position.

Turning to Zahra, Alonzo said that he’s never worked with anyone at her level. One of the hardest workers he’s been around. And suddenly she’s missing, the Admiral notes, what is really going on. Zahra was part of a top secret mission, Alonzo’s hands are tied when it comes to discussing her work assignment. Kilbride is having none of that. The NCIS agents would be flying blind in their search for Zahra – “that’s how mistakes get made.” The Navy has a mission that they are going through no matter what happened to Zahra. Reading between the lines, the Navy has a secret mission using nuclear subs that if it is compromised, SEAL Team 2 will be going in instead – a suicide mission. NCIS has 12-hours to find Zahra or the SEALs are going in.

In Zahra’s home, the place is as neat as a pin. Callen finds a safe but their warrant won’t allow them to open the safe. Sam gets a text from Rountree. There was a suspicious activity report on Zahra’s bank account. She cashed out $20,000. Callen asked when was the last time Sam made a large cash transaction. He hasn’t – checks, bank wires, credit cards. More secure but much easier to trace. Callen thinks Zahra wanted to disappear – and maybe sell some secrets. Sam is going to get Rountree to expand the warrant to include the safe.

At the Mahmad’s restaurant, Deeks loves the smell of the place. Fatima pulls out a menu and starts making recommendations. Kensi sees Zahra’s mom. Walking up, Kensi pulls out her badge and starts asking questions. Zahra’s dad stops the one-way conversation. His wife’s cooking is a literal chef’s kiss but her English is not very good. Deeks explains he has the exact opposite problem. That earns him a chuckle from Zahra’s dad, Ahmad, and a glare from Kensi.

Kensi restarts her explanation, saying that Zahra is missing. Ahmad is stunned. The family last got together the previous Saturday. Zahra was her normal, happy self. Zahra’s mom, Mina, walks away crying. Kensi asks if Zahra seemed like she was in trouble but Ahmad says no. Mina is openly weeping. Deeks asks about Zahra’s brother. Ahmad says he is studying in London, working on his master’s degree. Fatima asks if the siblings are close. Ahmad says they are all close – family means everything to them. Mina asks Ahmad why are they asking questions about their son Omar.

Kensi asks if they know anyone who would know about Zahra. Ahmad says no, explaining that 30-years ago, their families left Afghanistan. Almost everyone went to Pakistan but Ahmad and Mina went to America to chase their dream – opening a restaurant, raising their children where they would be safe from violence. Fatima is getting weepy. Ahmad asks Kensi to find Zahra and bring her home to her family. Ahmad comforts his wife.

Leaving the restaurant, Fatima is sure that the brother is suspicious. Mina spoke to Ahmad about Omar when they were questioning Ahmad. Mina may not speak English but she understood what Kensi, Deeks and Fatima were saying. Deeks can’t understand why Mina would pretend she didn’t understand – her daughter is missing, NCIS is trying to find her. Fatima thinks as immigrants, the Mahmads may not trust law enforcement. Her parents had issues before Fatima joined NCIS, “and they live in Beverly Hills.” Kilbride wants them all back in Ops, Kensi is going to look into Omar.

While Callen is trying to crack Zahra’s safe, Sam is being cranky. Callen notes Raymond would be cranky too. Sam finds Zahra’s license, car registration and EZ-Pass in a jar on a book shelf. Zahra is traveling and doesn’t want to be found. Sam has Rountree check Kaleidoscope for Zahra’s car. Callen finally gets into the safe and finds some jewelry and family items. Also her passport. If Zahra was looking to get out of town, she’d take those things. Sam thinks maybe Zahra really was kidnapped. “Or she wants us to thinks she was,” Sam adds.

Rountree calls. Looking through Zahra’s phone, she mostly speaks to her parents but has had daily calls for the last seven months with a Ted Brown. Sam wonders if he’s a boyfriend but Zahra’s parents never mentioned a boyfriend, unless she was keeping things quiet until they got more serious. Rountree finds that Brown has a sealed juvie record and a lot of debt – credit cards and high interest college loans. The $20,000 could be for Brown or Brown could be extorting her.

An unhappy Kilbride walks into Ops. He just got his “ass chewed” by an under-secretary in the Navy. “I don’t like getting my ass chewed, makes it uncomfortable to sit.” He wants a sit-rep on Zahra. Rountree found her car – it has been in the shop since the weekend. She’s been using a loaner. That car is parked in a lot downtown. Kensi and Deeks are going to talk to Ted Brown. Kilbride wants answers before he has nothing left to sit on.

Walking to Ted Brown’s home, Deeks is stunned that Fatima’s parents were suspicious of the police and “they live in one of the wealthiest zip codes in America.” He’s worried about what Rosa will be dealing with. Kensi reminds him that while they won’t be there all the time for Rosa, they will be there and will help her. Ted Brown’s door is opened, obviously forced entry. Inside, Deeks finds a tortured but still alive Ted Brown.

In the garage, Sam finds a note in Zahra’s loaner that says “Roger 8 Broad”. Callen thinks 8 Broad could be 8th and Broadway, which is just a few blocks from the garage. There is a currency exchange on 8th and Broadway with some criminal times. With $20,000, Zahra could be in trouble. Sam thinks if a Roger works there, Roger has some explaining to do.

Walking up to Col. Ladd at an outdoor park’s lunch tables, Kilbride makes fun of the Colonel’s kombucha drink. Ladd is drinking it because it clears up the bad bacteria in his gut. The Admiral mentions prune juice doing the same job. Speaking of jobs, Kilbride asks how Ladd is doing with the Space Force. Ladd has no complaints except his title – “Director of Warfare Integration at the Space System Command” is a mouthful. Ladd is thrilled his new employer sees his head and his heart, not his right and left legs. The Admiral asks a favor – with Ladd getting his security clearance back, could he do some digging about the Navy’s secret mission. “I know you don’t owe me or your country any debt…” Ladd cuts Kilbride off – “what the hell do you need me to do?”

A crime scene tech gives Kensi Ted’s smashed cellphone. Ted is alive but in a coma. After dealing with a woman who wanted to braid Deeks’s hair, Deeks tells Kensi the woman saw an unfamiliar SUV in Ted’s driveway the prior day. Rountree is looking for security camera footage of the vehicle. Reviewing the case, Zahra could have been swept up by people who wanted their money back from debt-ridden Ted. Or someone was looking for Zahra and beat Ted up to try to get to her. There are photos in Ted’s home – Zahra and Ted are obviously in love.

At the currency exchange, Roger is working the desk. Callen and Sam show him a photo of Zahra, who he claims he’s never seen before. Sam asks to see the security cameras but Roger doesn’t have any. Callen points out a fake plant that has a camera, Sam a clock radio and an owl figurine that are likely cameras. Roger finds plants calming, even fakes ones. The clock radio and owl figurine are just décor. Callen explains that Zahra’s car is in the parking lot nearby where they found the address of the currency exchange’s location and Roger’s name written on a note. He's the last one to see her alive and the could be an accomplice to the kidnapping of a Naval Officer. Roger becomes a bit more helpful. Zahra was in about a week ago. He is a hawala broker on the side – someone who send money overseas without getting the government involved. This is illegal if he’s not registered (he’s not) and if he’s not telling the government about the exchanges (he’s not). Zahra was supposed to send some money to an account in Pakistan but never showed up.

Rountree found the SUV outside of Brown’s house – it was a rental from a small rental company that accepts cash and a now known fake ID. The bad guys picked up the SUV at the rental location so Rountree is checking Ubers and taxis dropping people off. Fatima found footage of Zahra being grabbed at the parking lot. It is the same SUV as the one parked outside of Brown’s house. She tells Callen and Sam the kidnappers wore masks and were well-armed. Zahra never had a chance.

In the gadget area, which has been woefully underused since Eric and Nell left for Japan, Kensi is trying to open Brown’s phone with no luck. Deeks stops by as she nearly drops it, calling the phone a “slippery little sucker”. Fatima joins in, recognizing the “Pretty Woman” reference. Kensi thinks she’s working with Siskel and Ebert and passes the phone to Deeks. Fatima found Zahra’s brother Omar, who is living in San Francisco, not London. And Omar hasn’t spoken to his parents in years. This contradicts Ahmad’s statement that the family is very close. Omar wasn’t really open about what was going on but Fatima tells them Ahmad and Mina believe in a strict adherence to the Koran. Omar said he was beaten as a child for being too Western. Kensi and Fatima decide to see Ahmad and Mina again, Deeks is going to try to get the sim card out of Brown’s phone.

In Ops, Rountree tells Deeks he’s found the SUV driver – Muhammad Hasan. Looking at his social media and online postings in the last year, Hasan has become a member of an Islamic military sect. Hasan has a flight out of LA today – whatever he’s in Los Angeles to do, it finishes today.

Rountree calls Callen and Sam to update them on Hasan. This may have nothing to do with her work in the Navy. Kilbride calls – it certainly has nothing to do with the secret Navy mission. The Navy is going to track Russian military activity in the Arctic – staging nuclear weapons. Zahra was part of the team making the US subs untraceable. She knew nothing about the mission in the Artic. Kilbride wants Zahra found now.

In the office, Deeks found that Ahmad his a hotel suite booked in Pakistan later this year for a wedding. A man named Bashir Khan is getting married and he’s getting married to Zahra. Khan is a wealthy man – could he be behind this? Sam doesn’t think so, Zahra’s parents wouldn’t allow her to marry a non-Muslim man. Instead, they put together an arranged marriage. Zahra’s $20,000 withdrawal may have been an attempt to buy her freedom. Refusing the marriage would dishonor the family. Deeks wonders if this was an honor killing. Callen says they have no proof that Zahra is dead yet. But suddenly Kensi and Fatima’s trip to the restaurant is a bit more worrisome.

Kensi and Fatima walk into the restaurant. The place has been trashed.

Callen and Sam are on their way to the restaurant, Deeks is going too until Kilbride pops up on the plasma behind Deeks’s desk. Deeks is ordered to stay in the office.

Mina Ahmad is speaking from the back of the restaurant. Fatima replies in Dari. Mina is tending to her husband, who looks like he’s been beaten. On comms, Deeks warns them that the parents may be involved in Zahra’s kidnapping. Hasan comes out from the kitchen. He’s going to shoot Mina if Kensi and Fatima don’t drop their weapons.

Rountree tells Callen and Sam that Hasan is Zahra’s cousin. There are two more cousins in Los Angeles.

Kensi and Fatima are surrounded by the Hasan brothers. Mina asks Hasan not to go through with the plan. Hasan explains that Mina failed to raise Zahra properly.

Callen and Sam are 10-minutes out. Deeks is not happy. Kensi agrees to dropping the weapons. She puts her gun on the ground but pulls out a baton. She and Fatima try to fight but eventually both women are knocked out. Deeks is really not doing well.

Kensi and Fatima’s trackers are offline. The Audi is still outside of the restaurant but Kensi and Fatima are likely on the move. Callen calms Deeks down and gets Rountree in the mix. Deeks finds another Hasan family member, who owns a warehouse in Long Beach. Callen and Sam are on their way.

And we’re back in the beginning with Fatima struggling to get Kensi to wake up and to get out of the car where they are trapped. The area outside of the vehicle is ablaze. Callen and Sam arrive but are taking fire from the Hasan brothers.

Deeks runs out of Ops, only to be met by Kilbride. Deeks is told he won’t get out to Long Beach in time to save Kensi but he could work to put out the fire from Ops. In Ops, Deeks gets a visual of a fire extinguisher near the warehouse door.

Callen and Sam make their way to the warehouse but Callen’s gun jams. The Hasans are still firing away and the flames are all around the car with Kensi and Fatima.

Fatima gets free and starts untying Kensi. Kensi is finally awake.

Callen gets his gun unjammed just in time to see the vehicle where Kensi and Fatima were blow up to a million pieces.

Deeks is very quiet until Sam says he can see Kensi and Fatima. Deeks offers a “thank God” but the Admiral warns him not to offer thanks just yet.

Kensi and Fatima hear Zahra screaming. She’s being pulled to a different SUV by Hasan. When Zahra tries to pull away, she knocked to the ground and kicked. Kensi pops up and threatens to kick Hasan’s ass. As Kensi pushes a dumpster toward Hasan, Hasan opens fire on the dumpster. This gives Fatima time to find a pipe and knock Hasan out from behind. She says “bye bitch” in Dari – which is a great call back.

Callen and Sam make quick work of the rest of the Hasan brothers. Kensi and Fatima comfort a beaten Zahra.

In the Admiral’s office, he’s sharing stories with Col. Ladd. Kilbride thanks Ladd for taking a big risk to help him. Ladd replies that the only reason he has something to risk is because of the Admiral. Ladd is calling it a day because if they hang around anymore, they’d probably wind up in a bar. Those days are over for Ladd. The two men hug – Ladd has the Admiral’s back - “Always.”

Rountree explains to Deeks as they go down the stairs from Ops that Zahra’s uncle was in touch with the Hasans. The uncle was pulling the strings, the parents were not involved. Kensi arrives with Callen. Deeks gives Kensi a big hug and asks they never do this again. Zahra is bruised but otherwise alright. She’s with Ted in the hospital. Ted’s awake and expected to make a full recovery. As Rountree leaves, Deeks is stunned that Zahra’s family would do this to her. Kensi brings up that it was all done in the name of honor. Callen disagrees – it isn’t honor, it is fear.

Kilbride arrives – the artic recon mission was a success. Callen asks how the Admiral found out about the recon mission. Kilbride said he turned to an old friend. “Hetty?” Kensi asks. “I said friend,” Kilbride replies as he leaves. Callen, Kensi and Deeks are packing up. Callen asks about Ted’s phone that is on Deeks’s desk. Kensi starts to laugh – he couldn’t get the SIM card out, could he. He did. But the SIM card was so damaged it only had the last sent text message on it. Ted told Zahra he loved her. Kensi’s not laughing now. She’s hungry. The three decide to go out for Afghani food.

In the boat shed on the back deck, Sam talks about the hours he spent looking for answers in the water. He asks Fatima if she is OK. Physically, she’s fine. She doesn’t know about emotionally, spiritually and mentally. She is worried about all the women who can’t make their own choices – what to wear, what to do with their lives, who to love. Sam says the thoughts of choice terrify some people. Fatima talks about things being fair but Sam says the world is never fair. But they are getting better. Fatima wants things to move faster.

Akhil arrives but seeing Sam with Fatima says he can leave. Sam says he has a flight and needs to leave. Before he does, he tells Fatima the answers she is looking for will come. After Sam leaves, Akhil asks about Fatima’s day but doesn’t push it. He also asks about dinner – again not pushing it – but Fatima would like something to eat. She just needs a second to compose herself. Akhil gives her “as long as you need.”

As Fatima gives the water one last look, she says “Woman, life, freedom” in Farsi.

What head canon can be formed from here: A really generic episode. You could have replaced Rountree with Eric and not change a single line of dialogue. Actually, wanna bet Hetty knows Col. Ladd as well. And she certainly had her hand-picked allies in different agencies when she needed help. Kilbride’s lines could be Hetty’s in season three.

The main storyline had an interesting aspect with Fatima looking at people who were corrupting her beliefs but mostly it was a generic NCIS/Law & Order/CSI the missing person isn’t missing for the reason you think episode. Totally forgotten was Zahra’s brother who wasn’t getting his master’s degree and claimed his parents beat him. We’re just going to forget about lying to federal agents and child abuse.

Nice callbacks to Jocko Willink’s season 13 Herbie character with the trainer in the gym and Akhil’s broken nose in season 13’s “Genesis”.

Episode number: 314 overall, the 12th episode of season 14.

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