Namjoon was not used to being taken care of. As the leader of the group, he was always the one shouldering the burdens, making decisions, and protecting those he cared about. Showing weakness wasn’t an option for him; he had learned long ago that strength was the key to survival. But as he lay in bed, recovering from the wound he had sustained during the mission, he found himself in a position he wasn’t accustomed to—being vulnerable.

Hana, who had barely left his side since the boys had brought him home, was determined to help him heal. She had always been nurturing by nature, but this was different. The thought of losing Namjoon, the one who had always been the pillar of their group, had shaken her deeply. She wanted to do everything in her power to help him recover, even if it was just changing his bandages or making sure he was comfortable.

It started with the small things. Hana would gently change Namjoon’s bandages every morning and night, her touch light but sure as she cleaned the wound and applied fresh gauze. She worked with a quiet determination, her brows furrowed in concentration as she ensured everything was done properly. Namjoon watched her, his heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and affection. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of such care, but he found that he didn’t mind it, especially when it was Hana who was doing the caring.

“Hana, you don’t have to do all of this,” Namjoon said softly one evening as she carefully unwrapped the bandage around his chest. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light over them. “I can manage on my own.”

Hana looked up at him, her eyes gentle but firm. “You’ve taken care of me so many times, Namjoon. Let me take care of you now,” she replied, her voice soft but resolute.

Namjoon fell silent, unable to argue with her. In truth, he didn’t want to argue. He had never felt so cared for, so loved in such a simple, genuine way. As Hana applied a fresh bandage to his wound, her fingers lightly grazing his skin, Namjoon closed his eyes, allowing himself to simply feel the moment. There was something incredibly soothing about her presence, something that made him feel safe in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Once the bandage was secure, Hana leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, her lips warm against his cool skin. It was a small gesture, but it made Namjoon’s heart skip a beat. He opened his eyes, watching her as she moved to sit beside him on the bed.

“How do you feel?” she asked, her hand resting gently on his arm.

Namjoon smiled, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. “Better,” he said honestly. “Much better.”

Hana returned his smile, a sense of relief washing over her. She reached for the bowl of soup she had placed on the bedside table earlier, carefully ladling a spoonful and blowing on it to cool it down. “You need to eat,” she said, holding the spoon up to his lips.

Namjoon chuckled softly, but he obediently opened his mouth, allowing her to feed him. The soup was warm and comforting, just like everything Hana did for him. As he swallowed, he felt a warmth spread through his chest that had nothing to do with the soup and everything to do with the woman sitting beside him.

“You’re really spoiling me, you know that?” Namjoon said, his voice tinged with amusement as he accepted another spoonful of soup.

Hana laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. “You deserve it,” she said simply, her eyes meeting his.

They continued like this for a while, Hana feeding him the soup with such care that it made Namjoon’s heart ache in the best way possible. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken the time to look after him like this, to make sure he was okay. It was usually him making sure everyone else was alright, and he had forgotten what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such attention.

When the bowl was finally empty, Hana set it aside and pulled the blankets up around Namjoon, tucking him in with the same tenderness she had shown throughout the evening. She smoothed out the covers, making sure he was warm and comfortable before settling down beside him on the bed.

“Do you need anything else?” she asked, her voice quiet as she leaned in closer.

Namjoon shook his head, his eyes heavy with sleep. “Just you,” he murmured, reaching out to take her hand in his. “Stay with me.”

Hana’s heart melted at his words, and she nodded, shifting so that she was lying beside him. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hand still clasped in his as they lay together in the soft glow of the lamplight.

Namjoon closed his eyes, feeling a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in days. With Hana by his side, he knew he could rest, that he didn’t have to be strong all the time. He could let go, if only for a little while, and just be with her.

Hana’s soft, steady breathing was like a lullaby, lulling him into a deep, restful sleep. Before he drifted off completely, he felt her press another gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips warm and comforting against his skin. It was the last thing he remembered before sleep claimed him, pulling him into a world where there was no pain, no fear—only the warmth of Hana’s love.

As the days passed, Hana continued to care for Namjoon with the same dedication and love. She would change his bandages, feed him, and make sure he was comfortable. But more than that, she gave him the emotional support he needed, always there with a comforting word or a reassuring touch.

Namjoon found himself looking forward to these moments with Hana, the way she would fuss over him, making sure he was tucked in properly or that he had everything he needed. It was a side of her that he cherished, one that made him feel cherished in return.

He loved the way she would place soft kisses on his forehead after changing his bandages, the way her lips would linger for just a moment longer than necessary, as if she was trying to convey all the love she felt for him in that single gesture. He loved the way she would make sure he was tucked in comfortably, her hands smoothing out the blankets with such care that it made him feel like the most important person in the world.

And most of all, he loved the way she would hold him at night, her arms wrapped around him as she lay beside him. It was in those moments, with Hana’s warmth pressed against his side, that Namjoon felt truly at peace. He didn’t have to be the strong leader, the one who always had to have the answers. He could just be Namjoon, the man who loved Hana with all his heart.

One night, as Hana was tucking him in, Namjoon reached out and pulled her down beside him. She let out a soft gasp of surprise but didn’t resist as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Hana looked up at him, her eyes soft and understanding. She could see the vulnerability in his gaze, the unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. She nodded, her own heart swelling with love as she snuggled into his embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered back, pressing a kiss to his chest as she settled against him.

Namjoon let out a contented sigh, closing his eyes as he buried his face in her hair. With Hana in his arms, he knew he could face anything. She was his light, his strength, and as long as she was by his side, he knew he would be okay.

They fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, their hearts beating in sync. And for the first time in a long time, Namjoon slept peacefully, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had Hana to share them with.