Noona || BTS

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The guards found BTS huddled together under a tree in a nearby park, soaked to the bone. Taehyung, pale and feverish, was leaning against Jimin for support. The older boys were doing their best to keep everyone together, but it was clear they were barely holding on.

When they were brought back to the mansion, Y/N was waiting for them in the foyer, her arms crossed, her face devoid of emotion. Her eyes briefly flickered over them, noting their shivering frames, the way Jin held Suga protectively, how J-Hope and RM hovered close to Jimin and Kookie.

"Follow me," Y/N said curtly, turning her back on them and leading them deeper into the mansion.

The boys exchanged glances but followed without a word. She brought them to a wing of the house where several rooms lay unused. "You can stay here," she said, her tone cold and businesslike. "Each of you will have your own room."

Jin cleared his throat. "Thank you, Noona," he whispered, his voice so soft that it barely registered. Y/N froze for a moment, her heart lurching at the unfamiliar title. She ignored the flutter of emotion it caused and continued as though nothing had happened.

“If you need anything, ask the staff,” she said. "And Taehyung needs a doctor. Someone get the doctor here," she ordered, not waiting for their reply. She turned on her heel, making her way back to her study without another glance at them.

As soon as she was gone, the boys exchanged uncertain glances. They had been given rooms bigger than any place they'd ever stayed in. The silence in the mansion felt deafening to them.

But none of them could sleep. The rooms were far too large, too luxurious for them to feel comfortable. So, one by one, they all ended up in one room, piling blankets on the floor. Jin wrapped an arm around Kookie, who was crying softly, and the others huddled close together, afraid of what tomorrow would bring.

In the morning, Y/N found them still gathered in one room, sleeping huddled together on the floor. She stood silently at the door for a moment, watching them. Something tugged at her chest — something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Noona…" Kookie’s voice, groggy and soft, cut through the silence. He had woken up and spotted her standing there. Y/N’s breath hitched, but she quickly masked her emotions.