The living room was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the warmth and laughter that usually filled the space. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as the boys gathered around the large oak table. Namjoon sat at the head, his face set in a grim expression as he shuffled through the papers in front of him. Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Hoseok were all seated, each lost in their thoughts, while Yoongi stood by the window, gazing out at the darkening sky. The discovery of a traitor—or worse, multiple traitors—within their ranks had cast a long shadow over them all.

Hana sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that Yoongi had draped over her earlier. She was trying to focus on a book, but her eyes kept drifting toward the table, where the boys were deep in discussion. Every word they spoke seemed to carry a weight that she could feel in her chest. She knew they were trying to protect her from the ugliness of their world, but she also knew that she was inevitably tied to it, just as they were.

As the conversation grew more intense, Yoongi turned from the window and walked over to Hana. His usually calm demeanor was strained, his eyes betraying the worry he tried to hide. Without a word, he sat down beside her, his presence offering her the comfort she desperately needed.

Hana leaned into Yoongi, resting her head on his shoulder. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles were taut, ready to spring into action at any moment. But as soon as she touched him, he relaxed slightly, one arm slipping around her waist, pulling her closer. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his body seep into her, grounding her in the midst of the chaos that swirled around them.

"They've found something, haven't they?" Hana whispered, her voice barely audible above the low murmur of the boys' discussion.

Yoongi sighed softly, his breath ruffling her hair. "They have. But it's not enough. Not yet."

Hana's heart sank at his words. She could hear Namjoon speaking, his voice steady but edged with frustration. "We know there are four of them," Namjoon said, glancing around the table at his brothers. "Four people inside our organization who have betrayed us. But we still don't know who they are."

"Or why," Jin added, his voice heavy with the same frustration. "What do they want? Why betray us now, after all these years?"

Jungkook, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, his voice tinged with anger. "It's because of Hana, isn't it? They targeted her specifically. This isn't just about the organization—they're coming after her."

Yoongi tightened his grip on Hana at the mention of her name, his jaw clenching. Hana could feel his anger simmering just beneath the surface, but she also knew it was driven by fear—fear of losing her again, fear of not being able to protect her.

Namjoon nodded grimly. "That's what we suspect. They know she's important to us, and they're using that against us. We can't let our guard down, not for a second."

The room fell silent as the weight of Namjoon's words settled over them. The boys exchanged uneasy glances, each of them knowing the truth of it. The stakes were higher than ever, and the threat was closer than any of them had anticipated.

Hoseok, always the one to try and lighten the mood, spoke up, though his usual cheerfulness was absent. "We'll find them. We'll figure out who they are, and we'll stop them before they can hurt her again."

But his words, though well-meaning, did little to ease the tension. The fear and uncertainty hung heavy in the air, a palpable force that none of them could shake.

Hana, feeling the anxiety building inside her, shifted closer to Yoongi. She needed to be near him, to feel his steady presence, to remind herself that she wasn't alone in this. Yoongi, sensing her distress, turned slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. He was there with her, for her, and he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

"I wish I could do more," Hana murmured, her voice tinged with frustration and helplessness. "I hate just sitting here, waiting for something to happen."

Yoongi looked down at her, his expression softening. "You being safe is the most important thing, Hana. We can handle the rest."

"But I want to help," she insisted, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "I don't want to be a burden. I want to be part of this, part of finding them."

Yoongi sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You're not a burden, Hana. You're our priority. And right now, the best thing you can do is take care of yourself. Let us handle the rest."

Hana opened her mouth to argue, but the look in Yoongi's eyes stopped her. He was pleading with her, not out of anger or frustration, but out of love. He needed her to stay safe, to trust them to protect her. She could see the fear in his eyes, the same fear that had gripped her since she had been kidnapped. It was a fear they shared, and in that moment, she realized that maybe the best way to help was to trust them, just as they trusted her.

"Okay," she whispered, leaning into him once more. "Okay, I'll try."

Yoongi pressed another kiss to her temple, his relief palpable. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for trusting us."

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's warmth, the boys continued their discussion, their voices a low hum in the background. They were strategizing, planning their next move, trying to piece together the puzzle of who had betrayed them. But despite the seriousness of their conversation, there was an underlying current of determination, a resolve that none of them would let this go unanswered.

Hana listened to their voices, feeling a sense of comfort in knowing that they were all working together to protect her. Even though the threat was still out there, lurking in the shadows, she knew she wasn't facing it alone. She had Yoongi, Namjoon, Jin, and the rest of the boys by her side, and that gave her the strength to keep going.

The hours ticked by as the boys poured over the information they had, analyzing every detail, every piece of evidence, searching for a clue that would lead them to the traitors. Hana stayed close to Yoongi, finding solace in his steady presence as the tension in the room ebbed and flowed with each new revelation.

At one point, Namjoon looked up from the papers spread out in front of him, his eyes locking onto Hana. "We're going to find them, Hana," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And when we do, they won't be able to hurt you or any of us ever again."

Hana nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I believe you," she replied, her voice steady despite the fear that still lingered in her chest. "I trust you all."

Namjoon gave her a small smile, the determination in his eyes unwavering. "Good. Because we're not going to stop until this is over."

The night wore on, and eventually, the boys decided to call it a night. They had combed through every piece of information they had, but the identities of the traitors still eluded them. The frustration was evident in their faces, but so was their resolve. They weren't going to give up, not until they had the answers they needed.

Yoongi stood up, helping Hana to her feet as well. "Come on," he said gently. "You need to get some rest."

Hana nodded, feeling the exhaustion tugging at her. She had been holding on to Yoongi for so long, trying to stay strong, but now that the night was winding down, the weight of everything that had happened finally caught up with her. She was tired—tired of the fear, the uncertainty, the constant feeling of being on edge.

As they made their way to the bedroom, Hana looked back at the boys. Jin was tidying up the papers, Hoseok was stretching, and Namjoon was still deep in thought, his brows furrowed as he stared at the table. Jimin and Jungkook were whispering to each other, their faces etched with concern.

They all looked so worn out, so burdened by the weight of the situation, and it broke Hana’s heart to see them like this. She wanted to take their pain away, to reassure them that everything would be okay, but she knew that words weren’t enough. They were all fighting their own battles, trying to protect each other in the only way they knew how.

As they reached the bedroom, Yoongi guided Hana to the bed, helping her under the covers. He tucked her in gently, his hands lingering on her shoulders for a moment longer than necessary.

“Try to get some sleep,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You need to rest.”

Hana nodded, her eyes already growing heavy. “Will you stay with me?” she asked, her voice small and vulnerable.

Yoongi smiled, a soft, tender smile that made her heart ache with love. “Of course,” he said, slipping under the covers beside her. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as she nestled into his chest.

As she drifted off to sleep, surrounded by Yoongi’s warmth and comfort, Hana felt a sense of peace wash over her