Moving Forward

14. In Jimin's Room: Future Plans

"Do we do a V Live?" Jungkook asked.

"Can we do that?" Suga asked back.

"How will we introduce ourselves?" Hobi felt he was having an identity crisis.

"Hello, we are BTS!" Jin answered.

"I don't think we can do that," Namjoon replied. "We'll have to consult a lawyer. But we can introduce ourselves as ourselves. Isn't that better? We can just be us."

"I have a lawyer," Jungkook chimed in. "Do we need a manager? I can manage our events."

"Oh Jungkook, I forgot that you're a CEO now. Jeon PD-Nim!" Hobi suddenly realized that his bunny was all grown up and doing well on his own.

"It's just a small company, and I still have a lot to learn, but I'm working with what I have. I just wish I had better songs, like the ones we had." BigHit Music's pool of talents was endless and borderless. They came from all over the world.

Hobi looked at Yoongi. "Suga's right there, Kookie."

Yoongi gave Jungkook one of his stone cold stares but Jungkook wasn't intimidated.

"We shouldn't approach ARMY casually." Taehyung advised. "It's been ten years. They deserve our best."

"Taehyung's right," Namjoon agreed. "We should plan this well. We may have only one chance, let's give it our best."

"I want us to meet at the Olympic Stadium," Jin shared. He had been thinking about this since the day they started meeting. "Let's not sell tickets but give them free."

"A concert?" Hobi asked if they would be allowed to sing their songs.

"Let's make new ones," Yoongi volunteered.
They had changed so much from their BTS days, they had a new voice now, new experiences to write about.

"Do you want choreography to go with that?" Hobi asked them so he could prepare in advance.

"We'll see," Namjoon replied. He sat back into the couch and stared at the ceiling. How would they do this? What would be their message and how would they deliver it? There was so much to think about and do.

"I think we should just be ourselves this time around. Let's share with them who we are now." Yoongi suggested.

They formed their concepts in the days following, they discussed, debated, and argued until a single idea remained. They would just have a fan meet. They would prepare a venue and would hope that ARMY would come, just like in their first days as a group. They would talk to ARMY and provide a way for ARMY to also share their message to them. If they had new songs, they would perform. It seemed simple but everyone knew that a great deal of preparation would be needed to make such an event successful, and safe.

One Friday evening, well into November, they were seated together in Jimin's room. It dawned on all of them that they had nearly finished what they had come here for, and that it was time to move forward. The coming days would be very busy and, with individual schedules added, they may not have the time to meet like this, at least not regularly.

"What about Jimin?" Taehyung asked them. "I wish he could come with us. I feel like we're leaving him behind."

"We're not," Hobi promised. "Never. Jimin will always be with us in everything we'll be doing."

"We'll report back to Jimin what we've accomplished, Taehyung." Jin assured him. "We'll always be here."

"Let's set a day and a time that we'll commit to keep," Namjoon suggested.

"And we can come separately above that." Yoongi told Taehyung. In their years as BTS, they had spent nearly all their time together. And after seven years of separation, the thought that they may be returning to that separation was daunting. He understood that their fan meet could be a one-time thing, and that they could go their separate ways again after that.

"Let's keep this promise to come, okay?" Jungkook asked his hyungs. "No matter what happens after the fan meet, let's come - for as long as it takes." He wanted to say, for as long as it takes for Jimin to wake up, or to pass on, but he couldn't. He just wanted them to be there beside him no matter what.

That, too, dawned on them that night - the thought that Jimin may not wake up at all. Regardless of their hopes, he may slip through the years as he had been doing, until the end comes. They wanted to plead for him to come back to life but didn't know who to raise their voices to. They didn't know if there was a God, but if there was they hoped that He would hear.