The cold night air wrapped around them as they stood outside their old dorm, now stripped of everything that had once been home. Their belongings—bags, clothes, instruments—were unceremoniously tossed onto the pavement, like garbage to be disposed of.

Jimin knelt by a torn box of scattered photographs and trinkets, his trembling hands gathering the pieces. His lips quivered, but no words came out—only the weight of guilt that crushed him. Jungkook sat on a suitcase, his head in his hands, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. Taehyung stood rigid, staring at the darkened windows of their former home, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

Jungkook broke the silence, his voice raw. “This is all our fault. We destroyed everything… everything they built for us.”

Jimin finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about what he said. ‘Failures.’ That’s what we’ve become.”

Taehyung exhaled sharply, his frustration boiling over. “If we had just listened—if we hadn’t been so selfish—none of this would’ve happened.”

Namjoon, who had been quietly gathering their things, dropped a duffel bag with a loud thud. “Stop it,” he said firmly, his tone carrying both anger and exhaustion. “Blaming yourselves won’t fix this. What’s done is done. Now we have to focus on what’s next.”

Yoongi stepped forward, his voice calm but cutting. “Do you think this is easy for any of us? We’re all hurting, but sitting here, drowning in guilt, won’t get us anywhere.”

Hoseok crouched beside Jimin, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hyung is right. We need to stick together. We’ll find a way out of this—together.”

Jin, trying to lighten the mood despite the heaviness in his own heart, gestured to the heap of their belongings. “Well, if nothing else, at least we don’t have to clean the dorm before moving out.”

The attempt at humor drew a faint, shaky laugh from Jungkook, and though it was brief, it was enough to remind them all that they still had each other.

The morning light was harsh, illuminating the disarray around them. The group sat in silence, their exhaustion evident as they leaned against their bags.

A sleek black car pulled up, and a man in his mid-thirties stepped out, his tailored suit pristine and his expression a mix of professionalism and concern. He approached them hesitantly, bowing deeply.

“Namjoon-ssi? I’m Lee Zyne, the manager of your tean from the company. I… I want to apologize for what you’ve been through,” he said, his voice genuine.

Namjoon stood, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Apologize? For what? Did you know this would happen?”

Lee Zyne shook his head quickly. “No, I swear I didn’t. We finalized the transfer only yesterday. When I found out about the way you were treated… I came here immediately. This isn’t how anyone should be treated.”

Jin stepped forward, crossing his arms. “So what now? You’re here to tell us we’re on our own?”

“No,” Lee Zyne said firmly. “I’m here to take you to your new dorm. It’s already been prepared for you. Everything you need has been arranged. Please, let me help.”

Jungkook looked up from where he sat, skepticism etched on his face. “Why should we trust you?”

Lee Zyne knelt slightly to meet his gaze. “Because I believe in you. And because no one deserves to be left out in the cold—literally or figuratively.”

The ride to their new dorm was quiet, each of them lost in their thoughts. When the car pulled up to a towering building with sleek, modern architecture, the group blinked in disbelief. The building's exterior gleamed under the morning sun, a stark contrast to the chaos they’d been living in.

“This… is for us?” Taehyung asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Lee Zyne smiled warmly. “Yes. This is your new home. Come, let me show you.”

As they entered the penthouse, their breath caught. The living room stretched out before them, bathed in soft, natural light pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows. The colors were warm and inviting—soft beiges, muted greens, and earthy tones blended seamlessly.

Taehyung paused in the doorway, his brows furrowing slightly. Something about the color palette felt oddly familiar, like a memory brushing the edges of his mind. The soothing greens and the organic flow of the space tugged at his heart, reminding him of someone. Rizin.

Meanwhile, Jungkook wandered into the living area, running his fingers over the smooth lines of the furniture and noticing the way the room was arranged—minimal yet purposeful. His gaze landed on a sleek black vase with dried pampas grass, and the aesthetics hit him like a wave. It was clean, artistic, and unmistakably familiar. He swallowed hard. Saga.

The two exchanged brief, knowing glances but said nothing, each lost in their own thoughts.

Lee Zyne noticed their reactions and smiled knowingly. “ I hope you guys like the interior design, the colors, the overall arrangement—it was all our CEO’s idea, insisting that everything in this dorm should reflect calmness, creativity, and individuality which can inspire you all and make you all feel… at home.”

Taehyung’s voice wavered as he asked, “Your CEO… knows about us? About everything?”

Lee Zyne nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah, everything, Taehyung-ssi. And still believes in you.  You guys arent only bought for contract but your future also, seeing something in you, in all of you, that no one else does. I am given strict instructions to ensure you’re taken care of and that you have everything you need to start fresh.”

Jungkook, still tracing the edges of the furniture, muttered softly, “It feels like… someone thought about us. Really thought about us.”

Lee Zyne smiled. “That’s because they did. Every detail here was chosen with care. And it’s not just about the dorm. Our CEO wants to rebuild everything with you, step by step, believing in your potential to rise again.”

Namjoon, standing near the window, turned to face the manager. His voice was quiet but firm. “Please thank your CEO for us. We’ll make sure their faith in us isn’t misplaced.”

Lee Zyne bowed slightly. “You can thank them yourself tomorrow, I guess ,may be. Today, settle in. Take your time to adjust. If there’s anything you need, just call me.”

As the manager left, the group began to explore their new space. Each room was thoughtfully designed, reflecting a balance of luxury and comfort. Jungkook stood in his room, staring at the simple yet elegant decorations. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion as the arrangement reminded him of how Saga used to carefully plan out every detail in their shared spaces.

Taehyung sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a forest-green throw blanket. The color was so similar to the one Rizin always said brought him peace. He closed his eyes briefly, the memory bittersweet.

In the living room, Hoseok and Jin were already testing out the plush sofa, their laughter breaking the tension. “Hyung,” Hoseok said, his voice lighter than before, “this sofa is softer than any bed we’ve ever had!” Jin leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Finally, a place that matches my level of sophistication.”

Yoongi, standing in the kitchen, opened the fridge and smirked. “They even stocked it with essentials. Now this is what I call being prepared.”

Jimin lingered in the hallway, his eyes trailing over the art pieces that adorned the walls. “It feels… too good to be true,” he murmured.

Namjoon joined him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s not. We’ve been given a second chance, Jimin. Let’s not waste it.”

The seven of them gathered in the living room as the day wore on, the weight of their past mistakes still present but slowly being replaced by a flicker of hope. They were together, and they were being given an opportunity to start anew.

Taehyung glanced out the window at the sprawling city below. His voice was quiet but resolute. “I don’t know who our CEO is,” he said, more to himself than anyone else, “but I want to meet them. I want to thank them. For everything.” Jungkook nodded in agreement, his jaw set. “We have to make this work. For them, for us, for everyone who believed in us.”

Namjoon smiled faintly, his leadership shining through despite the challenges ahead. “We will. Tomorrow, we start again. Together.”

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