444 (BTS Hyung Line x OCs)

Twenty-Nine: Broken

The night had been long, and the tension in the house was still thick, even as the sun began to set. Justice sat curled up on Yoongi's bed, her knees drawn to her chest, eyes swollen from crying. Yoongi sat beside her, a silent presence, offering the only comfort he could. He didn't say much; he just let her lean against him, feeling her tremble slightly. The weight of her confession, of everything that had happened, pressed down on them both.

"I didn't mean for it to come out like that," Justice whispered, her voice raw.

Yoongi gently placed a hand on her back, his touch reassuring. "I know. It was bound to come out eventually."

She sniffled, wiping at her face. "But not like that... and now she hates me."

Yoongi sighed, pulling her closer. "She's in shock, Justice. She doesn't hate you. She's just... processing. She'll come around."

"I don't know if I can wait for that," she said quietly, her voice wavering.

Yoongi frowned but stayed silent. He knew pushing her wouldn't help. The truth was out, and the only thing left to do was wait. But it was clear that Justice was carrying the weight of it all—too much, too soon.

Meanwhile, downstairs at the girls house Namjoon, Seokjin, Morgan, and Julissa sat around the living room, the air thick with disbelief. The events of the night had left them all shaken. The game night had started innocently enough, filled with laughter and playful teasing, but it had ended in disaster.

Morgan was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know... I didn't think Lola was using."

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, still holding the vial in his hand. He stared at it, the small glass container now a symbol of betrayal. "None of us did," he said softly. "But... what Justice said, about her brother..." He trailed off, not sure how to process it all. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and worry.

Seokjin, sitting beside him, was equally as stunned. "I can't believe it," he murmured, still reeling from the revelations. He had known something was off when Lola's brother was mentioned, but this? It was much more than any of them had anticipated.

Julissa stayed silent, biting her lip as she glanced toward the hallway. She hadn't known about Lola's struggles or Justice's pain, but now everything seemed to be falling apart around them.

Then there was Hoseok. Sitting off to the side, his face was a mask of hurt and frustration. He hadn't said a word since he had come back from cooling off. The betrayal he felt was suffocating. Lola lied to him. She had promised she was clean, and he had believed her. Now, not only was she still using, but she had also kept it from him, and he didn't know if he could trust her anymore.

"She'll come back," Julissa said softly, trying to offer some comfort. "We'll talk to her then."

But Hoseok shook his head, his expression hardening. "It's not just about her coming back, Julissa. She lied to me. She looked me in the eyes and told me she was clean."

Julissa placed a hand on his arm. "Hoseok, she's struggling. She needs help."

"I thought I was helping," he muttered bitterly. "But I don't even know who I'm dealing with anymore."

As if on cue, the door opened, and everyone turned to see Lola walk in. She didn't make eye contact with anyone, her face pale and set in hard lines. Without a word, she walked past them and headed straight for her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

The sound echoed through the house, leaving everyone in a tense silence.

Namjoon shook his head, staring at the closed door. "This is getting out of hand."

Seokjin sighed, leaning back on the couch. "We didn't expect this. None of us did."

Meanwhile, in the upstairs hallway, the maknaes stood huddled together, faces filled with concern. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook exchanged anxious glances, unsure of how to handle the situation.

"Maybe we pushed too hard," Jimin whispered, guilt edging his voice.

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face. "We didn't expect it to blow up like this."

Jungkook, ever the optimist, shook his head. "We were just trying to get the hyungs to make a move. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What do we do now?" Jimin asked, his voice low.

Taehyung shrugged, his expression conflicted. "I don't know, man. This is... it's bad."

Downstairs, Lola sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. Her chest was tight, her mind racing. She couldn't believe what Justice had said. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true.Her brother wasn't capable of something like that. Right? The words echoed in her head, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push them away.

"Liar," she whispered under her breath, her fists clenching. "She's lying."

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In Yoongi's room, Justice leaned against him, her body exhausted from the emotional toll of the night. Her phone buzzed again, but she ignored it, knowing exactly who it was.

"I can't stay here anymore," she whispered, breaking the silence.

Yoongi tensed, his heart sinking. "What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving," she said, her voice trembling. "This trip... it's too much. I don't know if I can handle it anymore."

Yoongi's grip tightened around her. "You don't have to make any decisions right now."

But Justice shook her head. "I can't stay here, Yoongi. Not after everything that's happened."

His heart ached at her words, but he didn't argue. He knew she was overwhelmed, and pushing her wouldn't help. But deep down, he didn't want her to leave. Not like this.

"I'll be here, whatever you decide," he said softly, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside him.

Justice closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest. For the first time that night, she felt a small sense of peace in Yoongi's arms, but the weight of her decision still loomed over her. She had to leave.

The storm had come, and it wasn't over yet.