The days following her return from captivity were filled with a blend of physical recovery and emotional healing. Despite the love and care from the boys, Hana still felt a lingering shadow from the ordeal. The trauma of the abduction had left her feeling vulnerable, and the stress of recovery was compounded by the fact that she was still trying to adjust to her normal life.

One afternoon, Hobi decided to take it upon himself to lift Hana’s spirits. He had noticed how quiet and withdrawn she had become, and he wanted to do something special to remind her of the joy and comfort that still existed in her life.

Hobi approached Hana with a bright smile, his hands carrying a basket filled with various treats and goodies. "Hey, Hana! I thought we could use a little pick-me-up today," he said, his voice cheerful and upbeat.

Hana managed a weak smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the basket. "What do you have for me?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Hobi set the basket down on the coffee table and began to unpack it. Inside were an assortment of her favorite snacks, some freshly baked cookies, and a couple of cozy blankets. He had also brought a few DVDs of light-hearted movies, hoping to distract her from the lingering shadows of her recent past.

"I thought we could have a little movie marathon and snack time," Hobi said, his tone filled with enthusiasm. "Just you, me, and some of your favorite things. What do you say?"

Hana felt a genuine warmth at his gesture. It was clear that he had put a lot of thought into this. She nodded, her smile growing more sincere. "That sounds perfect, Hobi. Thank you."

As they settled on the couch, Hobi made sure Hana was comfortable, draping one of the blankets over her shoulders and handing her a plate of cookies. The comforting aroma of baked goods mixed with the warmth of the blankets created a soothing atmosphere.

They began watching one of the DVDs, a feel-good movie that Hobi had chosen specifically to cheer her up. Hobi’s lively commentary and occasional playful nudges made Hana laugh, a sound she realized she had missed in recent weeks. The simple act of sharing a laugh and enjoying each other's company was a balm to her bruised spirit.

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Meanwhile, while Hana was being pampered and comforted by Hobi, Namjoon was immersed in a different kind of turmoil. The recent events had stirred up more than just emotional scars; they had also uncovered a more sinister reality within their organization.

Namjoon, as the leader, had always been vigilant, but recent events had forced him to dig deeper into the inner workings of his gang. It became apparent that there was a traitor among them, someone who had betrayed their trust and, more critically, had orchestrated Hana’s kidnapping. This realization weighed heavily on him, adding an additional layer of stress and anxiety to his already challenging situation.

Namjoon sat in his office, pouring over documents and reports, trying to piece together any clues that might lead him to the traitor. The flickering light of the desk lamp cast long shadows on the walls, mirroring the dark thoughts that clouded his mind. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a tense focus, his eyes scanning the papers with an intensity born of anger and determination.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he tried to process everything. The betrayal had not only endangered Hana but had also compromised the security of the entire gang. Finding the traitor was no longer just about retribution; it was about ensuring that such a breach of trust would never happen again.

As he continued to sift through the evidence, Namjoon made a decision. He needed to act swiftly and decisively. The safety of his team, and especially Hana, depended on it. He was determined to root out the traitor and restore the sense of security that had been so violently disrupted.
As the evening wore on, Hana felt a renewed sense of comfort and normalcy thanks to Hobi’s efforts. The movie marathon and snacks had provided her with a much-needed distraction, allowing her to momentarily escape the weight of her worries.

However, she could not shake off the occasional pangs of anxiety that crept up despite her efforts to relax. The shadows of her captivity seemed to lurk in the background, and she found herself occasionally glancing towards the door as if expecting trouble.

Hobi, perceptive as ever, noticed her occasional tension. He would place a reassuring hand on her shoulder or offer a gentle smile, trying his best to keep her spirits lifted. The playful banter and lighthearted conversations were meant to keep her distracted and engaged, and they seemed to be working. Hana found herself laughing more easily and enjoying the simple pleasure of Hobi’s company.

Despite the temporary respite, Hana’s mind occasionally wandered to the questions and fears she still harbored. She wondered about the unknown threats and how the boys were coping with the stress of keeping her safe. Yet, for now, she allowed herself to be comforted by Hobi’s unwavering support.
Later that night, Namjoon met with his most trusted members, sharing his findings about the traitor. The atmosphere was tense, the gravity of the situation evident in their faces. The betrayal had left a deep scar, and the task ahead was daunting.

He briefed them on the steps he planned to take, including tighter security measures and increased vigilance. He also emphasized the importance of trust and loyalty within their ranks. The traitor had not only endangered Hana but had also put everyone at risk.

The discussion was rigorous, each member contributing their insights and suggestions. Namjoon’s leadership was clear in his ability to keep the focus on the goal: finding the traitor and ensuring that such a breach would not happen again.

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