As Hana snuggled closer to Yoongi, her breathing became slow and even, the exhaustion from the day finally overtaking her. Yoongi stayed still, holding her gently, his heart heavy with the weight of the recent events. He looked down at her peaceful face, her expression soft and unguarded in sleep, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of protectiveness. The realization that she had been through so much and yet still trusted them, still sought comfort in them, made his resolve even stronger.

But sleep did not come easily to Yoongi. His mind was a whirl of thoughts, going over every detail of the traitor situation, replaying the fear in Hana’s eyes when they had found her. It haunted him, that image of her so vulnerable and afraid. He couldn’t let it go. It fueled his determination to find those responsible and ensure they paid for what they had done.

As the hours passed, the others began to trickle into the room, unable to find rest themselves. Jin was the first to enter, quietly approaching the bed where Hana and Yoongi lay. He looked at Yoongi, who gave a slight nod, understanding his silent request. Carefully, Yoongi shifted, allowing Jin to take his place beside Hana. Jin slid into the bed with the same tenderness, positioning himself so Hana could rest her head on his shoulder.

Jin gently stroked Hana's hair, his eyes full of love and concern as he watched over her. He knew she needed rest, but he also knew how important it was for her to feel safe, to feel their presence. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering a promise that they would never let anything like this happen again.

Namjoon was next, his broad figure quietly entering the room. His usually composed face was etched with stress and worry, the burden of leadership heavier than ever. He walked over to the bed, placing a hand on Jin's shoulder before sitting down on the edge. His gaze lingered on Hana, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.

"I’m sorry," Namjoon whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He felt an overwhelming guilt that he hadn’t been able to prevent the kidnapping, that he hadn’t protected her well enough. But as he sat there, he resolved to be stronger, to be better—for her.

Hana stirred slightly, her hand instinctively reaching out, searching for the warmth of the people she loved. When her fingers brushed against Namjoon's arm, she held on, her grip weak but reassuring. Namjoon gently took her hand in his, his heart clenching at the small, simple gesture.

"I’m here, Hana," he whispered, leaning closer. "We’re all here."

Over the next few days, Hana remained close to the boys as they worked to uncover the traitors within their ranks. The information they had gathered was limited, but it was enough to keep them on edge. Namjoon spent long hours analyzing every piece of data, every lead, while the others took turns caring for Hana, making sure she was never alone.

Hana, though still physically weak, began to regain some of her spirit. The warmth and support of the boys wrapped around her like a blanket, offering her the security she had lost during her captivity. But the trauma was still there, lingering just beneath the surface. She would occasionally wake up from nightmares, her heart racing, only to find one of the boys holding her, whispering soothing words until she calmed down.

One afternoon, as the first hints of winter began to creep in, the boys gathered in the living room. The windows framed a world turning gray, the sky heavy with the promise of snow. Jin had Hana curled up in his lap, wrapped in a soft blanket, while Yoongi sat next to them, his hand resting on her knee. Namjoon was at the table, going through some new intel, and the others were scattered around the room, each lost in their thoughts.

"We need to figure this out soon," Namjoon said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but the tension in it was undeniable. "We can’t keep living like this, always looking over our shoulders. We need to find these traitors and end this."

Jimin, who had been leaning against the wall, nodded. "It’s been too quiet. They’re planning something, I can feel it."

Taehyung, who had been absently playing with Hana's fingers, looked up, his expression serious. "We have to protect Hana. They targeted her before, they could do it again."

The mention of another potential attack on Hana made the room grow colder. The boys knew Taehyung was right. They couldn’t afford to let their guard down, not even for a moment.

Hoseok, ever the optimist, tried to inject some hope into the conversation. "We’ll find them. We’re close, I can feel it. And when we do, they’ll regret ever touching Hana."

Hana listened to their conversation, feeling a mix of fear and determination. She didn’t want to be a victim, didn’t want to be the reason for their stress and worry. But she also knew she couldn’t face this alone. She needed them, just as they needed her.

Leaning her head against Jin's chest, she closed her eyes, drawing strength from the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "You’ll find them," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet conviction. "I trust you all."

Yoongi, hearing her words, looked at her with a soft smile. "We won’t let anything happen to you, Hana. Not again."

Jin pressed another kiss to her temple, his arms tightening around her protectively. "You’re our everything, Hana. We won’t stop until we’re sure you’re safe."

As the day wore on, the boys continued their work, combing through every scrap of information, every lead. The hours passed in a blur, and soon the first snowflakes began to fall, dusting the ground in a delicate layer of white.

Hana, feeling the chill in the air, burrowed deeper into her blanket. The sight of the snow brought a small smile to her lips. It reminded her of simpler times, of days spent laughing and playing in the snow with the boys. She missed those days, missed the carefree joy they had shared.

"Do you remember the last time we had snow like this?" she asked softly, looking around at the boys.

Jungkook, who had been silent for most of the day, finally spoke up, his voice soft and full of nostalgia. "Yeah. We made snow angels and built that giant snowman in the yard. You almost got buried when we had that snowball fight."

Hana chuckled, the memory warming her from the inside. "I remember. You all ganged up on me."

"Only because you were too good at dodging," Taehyung said with a grin. "We had to team up to even stand a chance."

"Maybe we should do that again," Hoseok suggested, his eyes lighting up at the thought. "Take a break, go outside, and have some fun in the snow."

The suggestion was met with a mix of amusement and hesitation. The seriousness of their situation weighed heavily on them, but the thought of taking a moment to just be together, to enjoy something as simple as the first snow, was tempting.

Namjoon looked at the others, then at Hana, who was gazing out the window with a small, hopeful smile. He knew they needed this, needed a break from the stress and tension. "Alright," he said finally, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let’s go make some snow angels."

The boys exchanged grins, the tension in the room lifting slightly. They bundled up in warm clothes, making sure Hana was dressed in several layers before stepping outside into the cold. The world outside was transformed, the snow covering everything in a pristine blanket of white.

Hana took a deep breath, the cold air filling her lungs and making her feel more alive than she had in days. The boys surrounded her, their presence a comforting warmth against the chill. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a sense of normalcy, a return to the days when their biggest worry was who would win the next snowball fight.

They spent the afternoon playing in the snow, laughing and teasing each other as they built snowmen and made snow angels. It was a brief respite from the darkness that had been hanging over them, a chance to reconnect and remind themselves of the bond they shared.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the snowy landscape, they headed back inside, their cheeks flushed from the cold. Hana’s heart was lighter, her spirit lifted by the simple joy of being with the boys.

But as they settled back into the warmth of the house, the seriousness of their situation returned. Namjoon and the others gathered around the table once more, going over the information they had collected about the traitors. Hana, still feeling the cold in her bones, wrapped herself in a blanket and sat down in Hoseok's lap, seeking comfort in his warmth.

Hoseok held her close, one hand gently stroking her back as he read through the papers with the others. Hana rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes growing heavy as the warmth of the blanket and the steady rhythm of Hoseok’s breathing lulled her into a sense of security.

But even as she drifted off, her mind couldn’t escape the lingering fear of the traitors in their midst. She clutched Hoseok’s shirt tightly, her grip a silent plea for protection. The boys continued their discussion, their voices a comforting hum in the background as Hana finally allowed herself to rest.

Despite the brief respite they had enjoyed, the reality of their situation loomed large.