✓ | The 8th

Chapter Forty- Seven

"What?!"

Manager nodded slowly.

"Disbandment is right around the corner, the closest may be a few months but it's most likely in a year. We have to see"

"We're doing great though," Namjoon retorted. "If we're really successful, can't you extend it?"

Manager shrugged. "I think it may be possible, hopefully I can extend it"

Jimin squeezed my hand, I looked up at him. His eyebrows furrowed in sadness as he nervously looked at his hyungs.

"Even if we do disband, we can follow solo careers! And we'll hang out all the time too, we can even live together!" Jungkook tried to cheer everyone up.

"Yea, that's true. We have tons of savings, we can totally just move into the island we went to a year ago and spend the rest of our lives there," Taehyung laughed.

"And we can have tons of kids running around," Hoseok smiled, glancing over at Jimin and I.

I almost chocked, bitch what?!

"But," Yoongi muttered. "ARMY"

Everyone's smile dropped, we all went silent.

"All those ARMYs, they'll be destroyed after we disband-"

"They're strong ones," Namjoon smiled to himself. "They're an ARMY, I'm pretty sure they'll do fine after a while"

Jin nodded. "After a while, people will forget who BTS were and everyone will continue with their lives"

Jimin bit his bottom lip, he was obviously the most upset member in the situation.

"Hell no! BTS will be marked in history!" I smiled a little, trying to lift the mood.

"Ok, there's two options," Manager looked up from his phone. "Solo careers or disbandment"

My heart dropped, I felt like shaking my head and wake up from this dream. But as I look around at the sad members, I know this isn't a dream.

It's a nightmare.