The room was softly lit, the gentle glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, comforting light over the space. Hana sat propped up in bed, her body still weak from the ordeal she had endured. The past few days had been filled with recovery, both physical and emotional, and while she was gradually regaining her strength, she still felt vulnerable and exhausted.

Today, Yoongi had taken it upon himself to care for her, a gesture that touched her deeply. He moved around the room with a calm and deliberate grace, preparing a tray of food for her. The aroma of the meal was soothing, a reminder of the many times he had provided comfort in his own way.

Hana watched as he approached her, the tray in hand. Her heart warmed at the sight of him; his gentle demeanor was a balm to her frayed nerves. He set the tray down on the bedside table and then carefully helped her into a more comfortable position, leaning her against his chest. It was a position she found both reassuring and intimate.

“Let me take care of you,” Yoongi said softly, his voice a soothing murmur. He adjusted the tray so that it was within easy reach and then began to feed her. He picked up a spoonful of the warm soup he had prepared and gently brought it to her lips.

Hana leaned in, her hand instinctively clutching at his shirt as she took the bite. There was something so comforting about the way he was taking care of her, and she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. Each bite was accompanied by a soft, tender kiss to her forehead from Yoongi, a gesture that both comforted and reassured her.

Yoongi’s touch was careful and loving, each spoonful of food delivered with a tenderness that spoke volumes. He maintained a gentle rhythm, ensuring that Hana felt cared for and cherished. As he fed her, he would brush his lips against her forehead, a silent promise of his unwavering support and affection.

Hana closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the moment envelop her. The simple act of being fed, the kisses on her forehead, and the steady presence of Yoongi’s chest against her back were incredibly soothing. It felt like a balm to her soul, a reminder of the love and care that surrounded her.

After a few spoonfuls, Yoongi paused to check on her, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Hana looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. “I’m better,” she said quietly. “Thank you for doing this. It means a lot to me.”

Yoongi’s expression softened, and he leaned in to place another gentle kiss on her forehead. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied. “I just want you to feel better. We all do.”

He resumed feeding her, his movements slow and deliberate. Each bite of food was accompanied by another soft kiss, and Hana felt a deep sense of peace and comfort. It was a far cry from the fear and pain she had experienced in the past weeks, and the love and care from Yoongi made the healing process a bit easier.

As the meal continued, Hana’s grip on his shirt tightened slightly, a silent testament to how much she relied on his presence. She knew that the road to recovery was still long, but moments like this made it feel a little more manageable. The feeling of Yoongi’s kisses and the care he took in feeding her reminded her of the deep bond they shared.

When the meal was finished, Yoongi set the tray aside and gently helped Hana settle back into the bed. He remained close, his presence a constant source of reassurance. She leaned against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body.

“You did great,” Yoongi murmured, his voice low and comforting. “We’re all here for you, Hana. We’ll get through this together.”

Hana nodded, her heart swelling with affection. “I know,” she said softly. “And I’m grateful for all of you. For everything you’ve done.”

Yoongi smiled, brushing another kiss to her forehead. “We’ll keep doing whatever it takes,” he promised. “Just focus on getting better.”

As she lay there, wrapped in the comfort of Yoongi’s embrace, Hana felt a glimmer of hope amidst the lingering shadows of her recent ordeal. The tenderness of his care, the warmth of his kisses, and the gentle reassurance of his presence were small but powerful reminders of the love that surrounded her.

For the first time in days, Hana allowed herself to truly relax, to feel safe and cared for. The journey to healing was far from over, but with the support of Yoongi and the rest of the boys, she felt a renewed sense of strength and determination to face whatever lay ahead.

And as Yoongi continued to hold her close, his affection evident in every gesture, Hana found solace in the knowledge that she wasn’t alone. The love and care of those who mattered most to her were guiding her through the darkness, one tender moment at a time.