**Chapter: New Routines**

Hana had settled into a new routine in the penthouse, her previous job a distant memory. The boys had ensured that her days were filled with activities that reinforced her dependence on them, and today was no different. She had taken on the role of caretaker, preparing a meal for the men who had become the center of her life.

She hummed softly as she worked in the spacious, modern kitchen, her movements fluid and practiced. The penthouse was tastefully decorated, reflecting the boys' impeccable taste. Hana had taken to this new role with a sense of purpose, finding comfort in the routine they had established.

After she finished preparing the meal, Hana carefully carried a tray with glasses of water into the living area where the boys were lounging on the couch. The room was warm and inviting, with soft lighting that created a relaxed atmosphere.

Namjoon was sprawled comfortably on the couch, his presence commanding yet relaxed. Yoongi sat beside him, reading a book while occasionally glancing up. Jimin, who had taken on a more attentive role recently, was lounging with a casual air, his gaze occasionally meeting Hana’s as she approached.

“Here you go,” Hana said with a soft smile, setting down the glasses of water on the coffee table in front of them. “I’ve prepared dinner, too. It should be ready soon.”

“Thank you, Hana,” Namjoon said, his voice warm and appreciative. “You’re always so thoughtful.”

The boys settled into a more comfortable position, each expressing their gratitude in their own way. Tae, who had been quieter than usual, gently pulled Hana into his lap as she stood nearby. His touch was tender, and his embrace felt reassuring.

“Why don’t you sit with us for a while?” Tae suggested, his voice soft but firm.

Hana complied without hesitation, settling into Tae’s lap. His arms wrapped around her comfortably, and she rested her head against his shoulder. Tae leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, his affection palpable.

The other boys watched with smiles, their approval evident. Jimin’s gaze lingered on Hana and Tae, appreciating the tender moment. Yoongi’s eyes flicked up from his book, a small smile playing at his lips as he observed the interaction.

“I’m glad you’re making yourself at home,” Jimin said, breaking the comfortable silence. “It means a lot to us.”

“I’m happy to be here,” Hana replied, her voice soft. “I’m just preparing dinner now. You all should be freshening up. It’ll be ready soon.”

As the boys began to move towards their rooms to freshen up, Hana returned to the kitchen. She added the finishing touches to the meal, her movements efficient and practiced. The aroma of the food filled the kitchen, adding to the cozy ambiance of the penthouse.

When the boys rejoined her at the dining table, they were freshly dressed and relaxed. They gathered around the table, taking their seats as Hana served the meal she had prepared.

The evening passed in a comfortable and familiar rhythm. Conversations flowed easily, and laughter punctuated their interactions. Hana found herself content and at ease in this new life, her dependence on the boys growing stronger with each passing day.

As they finished their meal and moved back to the living area, the boys continued to shower Hana with affection. Their touches were gentle, their words kind, and their presence a constant reminder of the new life she had embraced.

The night wound down with soft music playing in the background, and Hana curled up with the boys as they relaxed together. Their conversations turned to more personal topics, and Hana felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t experienced before.

In the quiet moments between laughter and conversation, Hana realized how deeply she had integrated into their lives. The boys had successfully created an environment where she felt secure, cared for, and, above all, dependent on them.

As the evening drew to a close and the boys began to retire for the night, Hana felt a profound sense of contentment. The routines they had established, the affection they had shown her, and the sense of purpose she had found in caring for them had all contributed to her new reality.

With each passing day, Hana’s life became more intertwined with theirs, her dependence on them growing stronger. And as she settled into her new routine, the boys watched with satisfaction, knowing that their plans had succeeded in creating the life they had envisioned.

Hana’s routine was a comforting monotony. The boys had meticulously crafted her days to revolve around their needs and desires, leaving little room for independent thought. She had come to accept her new role in their lives, but a nagging unease had begun to surface. She found herself increasingly isolated from the outside world, with her job becoming a distant memory. The penthouse had become her entire universe.

On one chilly morning, as Hana prepared breakfast for the boys, she felt an unusual sense of curiosity about the study room. It had always been a place she avoided, partly because of its closed door and the boys' vague responses about its purpose. But today, an inexplicable urge drove her to explore it.

The study was a large, meticulously organized space. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books and files. In the center stood a large desk with a leather chair behind it. Hana approached the desk, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She ran her fingers over the polished wood, noticing a small, nearly imperceptible drawer built into the side.

Her fingers trembled as she opened the drawer. Inside, she found a collection of photographs and documents. The photographs were candid shots of her, taken from various angles and times. Some were innocuous, but others were taken in moments of intimacy she had assumed were private. Her heart raced as she unfolded a document detailing her daily schedule, including the exact times she left for work, when she visited the gym, and even her interactions with the boys.

As Hana’s eyes scanned the documents, her breath quickened. The realization of being monitored so closely hit her like a tidal wave. It was not just a matter of being cared for; she was being controlled, her every move tracked and manipulated.

She closed the drawer hastily, her mind racing. The once comforting routine felt like a carefully constructed cage. She stared at the photographs, her mind struggling to process the reality of her situation. How had she been so blind to this?

With the documents clutched tightly in her hands, Hana made her way to the living room where the boys were gathered, chatting casually. Their relaxed demeanor only heightened her anxiety. She cleared her throat to gain their attention.

“I need to talk to all of you,” she said, her voice wavering. Her gaze flitted between Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the others, trying to gauge their reactions.

Namjoon looked up from the couch, his expression shifting to one of concern as he noticed the tension in her demeanor. “What’s wrong, Hana?”

Hana took a deep breath and held up the documents. “I found these in the study. They detail my daily schedule and include photographs of me. What is going on?”

Namjoon’s face became serious. He rose from the couch, his gaze fixed on Hana with an intensity that was both reassuring and intimidating. “Hana, I understand this is a shock. But please, let us explain.”

He gestured for her to sit, and Hana reluctantly complied. Namjoon sat beside her, his voice calm but firm. “We’ve been monitoring you because our world is dangerous. Rival groups are a threat, and we needed to ensure your safety. We never intended to invade your privacy, but it was necessary to protect you.”

Hana felt her heart sink. The words, though intended to be comforting, only deepened her sense of betrayal. “So you’ve been controlling my every move because you think it’s for my own good?”

Yoongi stepped forward, his expression softening. “Hana, we care about you. The reason we’ve done all this is to keep you safe. We didn’t want to frighten you, but the danger is real.”

Jimin and the others nodded in agreement. “We didn’t mean to hurt you,” Jimin said. “We just wanted to make sure you were always protected.”

Hana’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt a mix of anger, betrayal, and confusion. The sense of security she had felt was now tainted by the knowledge of how deeply she had been controlled. The boys’ reassurances did little to quell her growing sense of unease.

Later that evening, Hana retreated to her room, the weight of the day’s revelations pressing heavily on her. She needed time to process the truth. As she lay in bed, she tried to calm her racing thoughts, but the images of the documents and photographs haunted her.

The boys’ intentions, though presented as protective, felt increasingly invasive. Hana’s sense of autonomy had been shattered, and she found herself questioning the reality of her relationships with them.

The night was long, filled with restless tossing and turning. Hana’s mind raced with thoughts of escape and rebellion, but the comforting presence of the boys, their assurances of safety, and the emotional bonds she had formed kept her anchored, if not entirely content.