The soft hum of the night wrapped around the penthouse, but sleep did not come easily to Hana. Even in the safety of her bed, surrounded by the familiar warmth of her home, the darkness that had enveloped her during her captivity lingered in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, the horrors she had faced came rushing back—the cold basement, the mocking voices, the sharp pain that cut through her like a blade.

She had been strong, holding on through sheer willpower until the boys had found her, but now, in the quiet solitude of recovery, that strength was starting to wane. The nightmares crept in when she least expected them, pulling her back into the suffocating fear she had endured. She tried to shake them off, to remind herself that she was safe now, but it was hard. Too hard.

That night, as she lay in bed, the memories came flooding back with a vengeance. She jolted awake, her heart racing, her skin clammy with sweat. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to orient herself, to remind herself that she was home, that she was safe. But the darkness around her felt oppressive, too similar to the basement where she had been held.

She sat up, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something—anything—that could ground her, that could remind her she wasn’t alone. She needed comfort, needed to feel the presence of someone who could chase away the fear.

“Jin,” she whispered, her voice shaky. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough. Within moments, Jin appeared in the doorway, concern etched into every line of his face.

“Hana, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her side. He didn’t need her to say anything more; he could see the fear in her eyes, the way her hands gripped the sheets tightly. He knelt beside the bed, his heart breaking at the sight of her in such distress.

“Can you… can you stay with me?” she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t want to be alone. Not now. Not after everything.

Jin’s heart ached at her request. He could see how much she was struggling, how much she needed someone to hold her, to reassure her that she was no longer in that terrible place. “Of course,” he said softly, sliding into bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and immediately felt the tension in her body begin to ease.

She clung to him, her head resting against his chest as she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting, a reminder that she was here, that she was safe. But the fear was still there, lurking in the corners of her mind, ready to pounce the moment she let her guard down.

As she lay there, listening to Jin’s heartbeat, she heard soft footsteps approaching the room. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Namjoon.

“Hana?” Namjoon’s voice was low and filled with concern. He had been checking on her every hour, unable to rest knowing she was struggling. He stepped into the room, his heart clenching at the sight of her curled up against Jin, looking so small and fragile.

“Namjoon…” Her voice wavered as she turned her gaze to him, her eyes filled with an emotion that made his chest tighten painfully. She looked so scared, so vulnerable, and it tore at him. He had always prided himself on being strong, on protecting those he loved, but seeing her like this made him feel powerless.

“Come here,” she whispered, her hand reaching out for him. She needed him, needed his presence to banish the shadows that clung to her. It wasn’t just Jin she needed—it was all of them, the boys who had saved her, the boys who had fought so hard to bring her home.

Namjoon didn’t hesitate. He climbed into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her from the other side. She was sandwiched between them, her small frame enveloped in their protective embrace. She let out a shaky breath, feeling a sense of security she hadn’t felt since before the kidnapping.

As Namjoon held her, he could feel the slight tremors running through her body, the aftershocks of the fear that had taken root deep within her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his heart aching for her. He wished he could take away all her pain, all her fear, but he knew it wasn’t that simple.

“I’m sorry, Hana,” Namjoon whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry we couldn’t protect you.”

She shook her head slightly, her cheek brushing against his chest. “You found me,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “You brought me back.”

“But we couldn’t stop it from happening,” Jin added quietly, his voice filled with guilt. He felt responsible, felt like he had failed her somehow by not being able to prevent her from being taken in the first place.

Hana felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the lingering fear or the overwhelming love she felt for them. They had been through so much together, and even though they had hurt her in the past, they had also saved her in more ways than one.

“You did everything you could,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I know that. I… I just need you close. I can’t… I can’t be alone right now.”

Their hearts broke a little more at her admission. They could hear the fear in her voice, the way she clung to them as if she was afraid they would disappear if she let go. Namjoon and Jin exchanged a glance over her head, a silent agreement passing between them. They would stay with her as long as she needed, as long as it took for her to feel safe again.

As the minutes ticked by, Hana’s breathing began to slow, her body relaxing slightly as the warmth of their embrace started to chase away the cold fear that had gripped her. She wasn’t alone. They were here with her, and they weren’t going to let anything happen to her ever again.

Lying beside Hana, Namjoon felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside him—relief that she was safe, guilt for not being able to prevent her suffering, and an overwhelming love for this woman who had been through so much. He could feel her slowly drifting back to sleep, the tension in her body easing little by little. But the way she had clung to them, the fear in her eyes—it haunted him.

He and Jin exchanged another glance, each of them silently vowing to do whatever it took to help her heal. They had to be strong for her now, had to be the anchors she needed to pull herself out of the darkness that threatened to swallow her whole.

As the night wore on, the two of them remained by her side, their arms wrapped protectively around her. It didn’t matter how long it took—they would stay with her, holding her, comforting her, until she no longer needed them to chase away the nightmares.

And as they held her, Namjoon couldn’t help but marvel at her strength. Despite everything she had been through, despite the fear that still gripped her, she had fought her way back to them. She was stronger than any of them had ever given her credit for, and he knew that with time, she would heal.

But for now, he would hold her close, offering her whatever comfort he could, knowing that she needed them just as much as they needed her.

When morning finally arrived, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, Hana was still nestled between them, her body finally at peace in their embrace. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she looked up at them.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice still laced with exhaustion.

“Morning, love,” Jin replied softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better,” she admitted, her voice hesitant. The fear was still there, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the night before. She felt safe with them, felt their love surrounding her like a protective shield.

Namjoon smiled down at her, his heart swelling with affection. “We’re not going anywhere, okay? We’ll be here with you, for as long as you need.”

Hana nodded, a small, tentative smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. She knew she still had a long way to go, that the nightmares wouldn’t disappear overnight, but with them by her side, she knew she could face whatever came her way.

As the three of them lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, Hana felt a flicker of hope for the first time since her ordeal began. The road to recovery would be long, but she wasn’t walking it alone. She had her boys with her, and together, they would find their way back to the light.