444 (BTS Hyung Line x OCs)

Four: The Dinner

The sun was beginning to set, casting warm hues of orange and pink over the sky as the girls walked toward the boys' house. Their excitement was palpable, though unspoken. After meeting the guys earlier that day, none of them could deny that the upcoming dinner held a kind of weight they hadn't anticipated. Maybe it was the island air, or maybe it was the easy way the guys made them feel—like they could let down their guard, if only for a little while.

Morgan trailed behind the others, her eyes darting nervously toward the door. As much as she had tried to convince herself that this trip to Jeju was about escaping her past, tonight, she couldn't help but feel the pull of something new—something better.

Morgan

When the door opened, Morgan was greeted by Namjoon's warm, dimpled smile, and for a brief second, the world seemed to stop.

"Hey," Namjoon greeted softly, his voice steady and calm, as if he could sense her nerves.

"Hey," Morgan replied, her heart skipping a beat. The tension that had been building all afternoon slowly began to dissipate under his steady gaze. There was something comforting about him, the way he carried himself—strong, thoughtful, but not overbearing.

The other girls moved past her into the house, and she followed, catching the scent of freshly cooked food wafting from the kitchen.

"You hungry?" Namjoon asked, leading her into the dining area, where a beautifully set table awaited.

Morgan chuckled. "Starving."

As they sat down, conversation flowed naturally. The boys had set up a cozy atmosphere—candles flickered softly, casting shadows on the walls, and the sound of soft music played in the background. It was intimate, but not too formal. Comfortable, but not careless.

Morgan found herself seated next to Namjoon, who, despite his somewhat quiet demeanor, was easy to talk to. Their conversation started with the usual—how they'd ended up in Jeju, what they liked about the island so far. But slowly, their talks grew deeper. They discussed books, art, and the quiet things that mattered more than either had expected to share.

"You read a lot?" Namjoon asked, his voice thoughtful as he took a sip of his drink.

Morgan nodded. "It's kind of my escape."

Namjoon's eyes softened. "I get that. It's easy to get lost in something else, isn't it?"

She didn't answer right away, but the way he looked at her made her feel seen—really seen—and it wasn't something she was used to.

"Yeah," she said, a little quieter, "it is."

Justice

Across the table, Justice was engaged in a quiet conversation with Yoongi. At first, she hadn't known how to approach him—he had a mysterious air about him, a calm that contrasted with the others. But now, as they talked, she found that Yoongi was far from distant. In fact, he was one of the most attentive people she'd ever spoken to.

"So, what brought you here?" Yoongi asked, his deep voice soothing as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on her.

Justice hesitated, not wanting to delve into the real reasons—her past, the choices that still haunted her. But there was something about Yoongi that made her feel like she didn't have to put up the same walls she usually did.

"I needed to get away," she admitted after a moment. "Things were... complicated back home."

Yoongi didn't press her for more, just nodded as if he understood without needing an explanation. "It's good to have a place to breathe."