In the quiet of their room, the soft hum of the evening settling around them, Hana approached Namjoon with a pile of fresh clothes in her hands. He sat up slowly, still feeling the ache of his injuries but trying his best to maintain his usual stoic demeanor. Despite his efforts, Hana could see the fatigue etched on his face and the slight wince in his movements.

"Namjoon, let me help you," she said softly, setting the clothes down beside him. She gently helped him peel off his shirt, her fingers brushing over the defined muscles of his chest and arms. His skin was warm under her touch, the tension in his body slowly melting away as she worked with the utmost care.

Namjoon watched her through half-lidded eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're admiring me, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and slightly raspy.

Hana felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she didn’t deny it. She glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his as she returned his smile. "Maybe just a little," she admitted, her tone playful but filled with affection.

Namjoon chuckled, the sound deep and soothing. "Well, I can’t say I blame you," he teased back, though there was a genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. He was grateful for this moment, for the way Hana was taking care of him with such tenderness and love.

Once she had helped him into a clean shirt and a pair of soft sweatpants, Hana gently pushed him back onto the bed. "You need to rest now," she said, her voice soft but firm as she made sure he was comfortable.

Namjoon didn’t argue, letting out a small sigh of relief as he settled against the pillows. He was tired, more tired than he cared to admit, and the thought of simply resting in Hana’s presence was enough to ease the lingering tension in his body.

Hana climbed onto the bed beside him, pulling the blankets up around them as she nestled close. Namjoon immediately wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side as she rested her head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting rhythm, lulling her into a state of peace.

As they lay together, Hana began to gently run her fingers through Namjoon’s hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingers like silk. He closed his eyes, a contented hum escaping him as he relaxed further into her touch. There was something incredibly soothing about the way she caressed his scalp, each gentle stroke easing the stress that had weighed on him for so long.

"I love you, Namjoon," Hana whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with sincerity. "I love all of you, and I want you to know that I forgive you for everything. The mistakes we made—they’re in the past now. What matters is that we’ve grown stronger because of them. I want us to move forward together, to build something even better than before."

Namjoon’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze soft as he looked down at her. Her words touched something deep within him, and he felt a swell of emotion rise in his chest. He reached up, his hand covering hers as it rested against his chest, their fingers intertwining.

"You’re our light, Hana," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You’ve always been the one to guide us, even when we couldn’t see it. We’re stronger because of you, and we’ll keep getting stronger as long as you’re with us."

Hana smiled, her heart swelling with love as she leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. It was a tender, lingering kiss, one that spoke of all the love and gratitude she felt for him and the rest of the boys. Namjoon kissed her back, his hand cradling the back of her head as he poured all of his emotions into the embrace.

When they finally pulled away, Hana rested her head against his chest once more, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. She knew that their journey hadn’t been easy, that they had faced more challenges than most. But they had come through it together, and they would continue to face whatever came their way with the same strength and unity that had brought them this far.

As Namjoon’s breathing evened out, signaling that he was drifting off to sleep, Hana continued to run her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle and soothing. She knew that there would be more challenges ahead, more obstacles to overcome, but she also knew that they would face them together, as a family.

"I’ll always be here," Hana whispered, more to herself than to Namjoon. "I’ll always be here for all of you."

With that promise in her heart, Hana closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off to sleep beside Namjoon, their hands still intertwined, a silent testament to the bond they shared.
As the evening wore on, Hana found herself drifting in and out of sleep beside Namjoon. Her hand was still gently tangled in his hair, the steady rhythm of his breathing a comforting lullaby in the quiet of their room. But just as she was about to fully surrender to sleep, a nagging feeling tugged at the back of her mind—something she had overlooked in the whirlwind of the past few days.

She blinked her eyes open, her mind slowly piecing together the memory of Tae’s quiet demeanor during their recent discussions about the mission. He had been there, always by her side, but she realized now that he had been quieter than usual, his playful energy subdued. And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit her—Tae had been hurt during the mission, but he hadn’t said a word about it.

A surge of concern coursed through her, banishing any remaining traces of sleep. Carefully, she extricated herself from Namjoon’s embrace, making sure not to wake him. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before slipping out of bed, pulling a robe around herself as she padded out of the room.

The hallway was dimly lit, the quiet of the night enveloping the penthouse in a serene silence. Hana’s footsteps were almost silent as she made her way to Tae’s room, her heart beating a little faster with each step. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed before, but now that she had, she was determined to make sure Tae was okay.

When she reached his door, she knocked softly before pushing it open. Tae was sitting on the edge of his bed, his shirt off and a bandage wrapped tightly around his abdomen. He looked up in surprise when she entered, quickly trying to pull his shirt back on, but Hana was already at his side, her eyes wide with concern.

"Tae, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with worry as she gently took his hand, stopping him from covering the bandage.

Tae offered her a small smile, his eyes apologetic. "I didn’t want to worry you, Hana. You’ve already been through so much, and Namjoon needed you."

Hana’s heart ached at his words, at the thought of him suffering in silence just to spare her from more stress. She shook her head, her expression resolute as she guided him to lie back on the bed. "You should have told me," she said softly, her fingers deftly unwrapping the bandage to check his wound. "You’re just as important to me as Namjoon is. I want to take care of you, too."

Tae’s smile faded slightly as he watched her work, her fingers gentle as she cleaned and redressed the wound. He had always been the one to take care of her, to make her smile and laugh even in the darkest moments, but now, seeing her so focused on him, so determined to ease his pain, he felt a deep warmth spread through his chest.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just… I didn’t want you to worry more than you already are."

Hana looked up at him, her eyes soft as she reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face. "I’ll always worry about you, Tae. But that’s because I care about you so much. I don’t want you to hide anything from me, especially not something like this."

Tae’s gaze softened, and he nodded slightly, his hand reaching up to gently cradle hers against his cheek. "I won’t hide anything from you again, I promise."

Satisfied with the fresh bandage she had applied, Hana leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Tae’s forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment. She could feel the tension leaving his body, the tightness in his muscles easing as he relaxed under her care.

"You took care of me when I was healing," she whispered, her fingers tracing the edges of the bandage. "Now it’s my turn to take care of you."

Tae’s heart swelled at her words, and he closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully bask in the warmth of her presence. He had always been the one to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that surrounded their world, but in this moment, he felt safe in her hands, in her love.

"Thank you, Hana," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Hana smiled softly, her heart full as she climbed into bed beside him, pulling the blankets up around them. She nestled close to him, her head resting on his shoulder as she draped an arm across his chest, careful not to put pressure on his wound.

Tae wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You’re too good to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Hana shook her head slightly, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. "You deserve to be taken care of too, Tae. Don’t ever think otherwise."

They lay there in silence for a while, the weight of the day slowly melting away as they found comfort in each other’s presence. Tae’s breathing evened out, the pain from his wound dulled by the warmth of Hana’s body against his, by the soothing rhythm of her breathing.

As Hana drifted off to sleep, she felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that there would still be challenges ahead, still be moments of pain and fear, but she also knew that they would face them together. And that was enough.

Tae closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping him as he tightened his hold on her just a little bit more. He had always known that Hana was special, that she was the light in their dark world, but tonight, as she took care of him with such tenderness and love, he realized just how much she truly meant to him.

"I love you, Hana," he whispered into the darkness, his voice so soft that it was almost lost to the night.

Hana stirred slightly, her hand tightening its grip on his shirt as she mumbled a sleepy response. "I love you too, Tae."

With those words, they both finally allowed themselves to fully relax, to let go of the day’s worries and simply be together. In that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of their embrace, the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in sync as they drifted off to sleep.