The night had grown darker, and the tension in the room seemed to thicken with each passing hour. The boys were deep in their work, scanning through documents, photos, and messages, trying to piece together the puzzle of who had betrayed them. It was painstaking work, but they were relentless, driven by the need to protect Hana and each other.

Hana had been quietly watching them, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what they were facing. She could see the fatigue in their eyes, the lines of stress etched on their faces. They were all pushing themselves to the limit, determined to find the answers they needed.

Jimin, who had been particularly attentive to Hana since her return, noticed the way her eyes occasionally flickered with a mix of fear and sadness. He could sense that something was weighing on her, something she hadn’t yet shared with them. He reached out, gently pulling her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace.

Hana leaned into him, finding comfort in his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. She rested her head against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his shirt as she tried to gather the courage to speak.

Jimin didn’t rush her. He simply held her close, offering silent encouragement, letting her know that she was safe with him, that she could share whatever was on her mind.

The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of papers and the occasional click of a keyboard. The boys were focused, but they never stopped keeping an eye on Hana, their concern for her always present in the back of their minds.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hana took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “When I was… when I was with them,” she started, her words halting as she tried to push past the memories. “They… they wanted information. They kept asking me about you all, about the organization. But I didn’t tell them anything.”

Jimin’s arms tightened around her, his heart breaking at the thought of what she had endured. “You’re so strong, Hana,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and pain. “You didn’t deserve any of that.”

Hana shook her head slightly, trying to push away the tears that threatened to fall. “It wasn’t just the questions,” she continued, her voice trembling. “They… they hurt me. They wanted to break me, to make me talk. But I held on, thinking of you all, knowing you would come for me.”

The room grew even quieter, the boys’ attention fully on Hana now. They had known, of course, that she had been tortured, but hearing her speak of it, hearing the pain in her voice, made it all too real. Their hearts ached with a mix of rage and sorrow, the desire to protect her burning even brighter.

Jimin rested his chin on top of her head, his hand gently rubbing her back in soothing circles. “I’m so sorry, Hana,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish we could have found you sooner.”

Hana closed her eyes, taking comfort in his embrace, in the love she could feel radiating from him. “I knew you were coming,” she whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me there.”

Namjoon, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him. “We’re going to make sure this never happens again,” he said, his tone filled with determination. “We’ll find the people responsible, Hana. I promise you that.”

Hana nodded against Jimin’s chest, feeling a small sense of relief at Namjoon’s words. She believed him, believed in all of them. They had always protected her, always done everything they could to keep her safe, and she knew they would do the same now.

As she lay in Jimin’s arms, the warmth of his embrace soothing her frayed nerves, the boys continued their work with renewed vigor. They were more determined than ever to uncover the truth, to find the traitors who had dared to betray them and put Hana in danger.

Hours passed as they sifted through the information they had gathered. It was painstaking work, every small detail needing to be examined, every connection needing to be explored. But finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, they found something.

It was Yoongi who spotted it first—a small, seemingly insignificant detail in one of the messages they had intercepted. A name that had been mentioned in passing, a location that hadn’t seemed important at the time. But now, with everything they had gathered, it suddenly clicked into place.

“Guys, I think I’ve got something,” Yoongi said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. The others immediately turned their attention to him, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

Yoongi pointed to the screen, his finger tracing the lines of text. “This message—it’s from someone inside the organization. They mention a meeting at this location, but it’s coded. I didn’t catch it before, but look here…” He highlighted a series of numbers embedded within the text, numbers that, when decoded, revealed coordinates.

Namjoon leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he studied the screen. “That’s… that’s close to where Hana was held,” he said, his voice laced with realization. “It’s a safe house. One of ours.”

A murmur of understanding went through the group. This was the clue they had been searching for, the connection that linked the traitors to Hana’s kidnapping. It was one of their own safe houses, used only by trusted members of the organization. The betrayal was deeper than they had realized.

Hana, still curled up on Jimin’s lap, listened quietly, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the shift in the room, the way the boys’ tension had turned into something more focused, more dangerous. They were getting closer to the truth, and she knew that once they found the traitors, there would be no mercy.

Jin, who had been silent, finally spoke, his voice cold and filled with anger. “We need to find out who had access to that safe house,” he said, his eyes hard. “We can cross-reference the logs, see who was there around the time Hana was taken.”

The others nodded, already moving to gather the necessary information. Hana watched them work, a sense of dread and relief warring within her. She wanted them to find the traitors, to make sure they could never hurt her or anyone else again. But she also feared what would happen when they did.

As the boys continued their work, Hana’s mind drifted back to the days she had spent in that basement. The pain, the fear, the constant threat of more violence. She had tried so hard to stay strong, to hold on to the hope that they would come for her. And they had. They had rescued her, brought her back home, and now they were going to make sure she was never in danger again.

Jimin could sense her distress, even without her saying a word. He tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her temple in a gesture of comfort. “You’re safe now,” he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. “We won’t let anything happen to you ever again.”

Hana nodded, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she tried to push away the memories. She believed him, but the fear still lingered, a shadow that refused to fully dissipate.

As the boys worked, Hana found herself clinging to Jimin, drawing strength from his presence. He was her anchor, the one who had always been there for her, offering silent support and comfort when she needed it most. And now, as they drew closer to uncovering the truth, she needed him more than ever.

Hours passed, the boys working tirelessly, their focus unwavering. And finally, after what felt like an eternity, they had the names. Four members of the organization, all with access to the safe house, all with connections to the rival group that had kidnapped Hana.

Namjoon read the names out loud, his voice cold and filled with resolve. “These are the ones responsible,” he said, his eyes hard. “We’ll deal with them. They won’t get away with this.”

Hana listened, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what this meant, knew that once the boys had their targets, they would stop at nothing to bring them down. The thought both terrified and comforted her.

Jimin sensed her unease and gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “We’re going to take care of this, Hana,” he said softly, his eyes filled with determination. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Hana nodded, trying to push away the fear that still lingered in the back of her mind. She trusted them, trusted that they would protect her, just as they always had. But the trauma of what she had endured still clung to her, a shadow that refused to let go.

Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment as if trying to impart some of his strength to her. “You’re safe with us,” he whispered, his voice a soft promise.

And as Hana closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace, she knew that no matter what happened next, she wouldn’t be facing it alone. She had them, her boys, her protectors, and that was enough to give her the strength to keep going.