Hold On BTS x Reader

This Is The Ending Scene

That's it.. It's 2039. Our last concert is ending. It's over now. We're free? Well, I wouldn't say so. All I know is life is going to be tough now.

"Goodbye, ARMY." Namjoon said through sniffles. All of us couldn't speak we were sobbing so hard. All you could hear were the cries of our fans and us. Is this it? Yeah, I guess so.

"Thank you for everything." Was the last thing everyone heard until the stage lights dimmed and fireworks erupted.

-

I was watching over them when I heard all of this.

Ever since they've debuted I've secretly been with them. I've begged God to let me meet them but it's useless. I protected them more than any bodyguard could. One day, I'll be down there. Just wait, Bangtan. I love you.

"Please, God. Let me go down to them. They'll need me one day more than ever and me being in heaven won't do anything." I begged the leader of heaven.

"We've talked about this already and I gave you a choice but you argued. No means no. I'm sorry." He answered while staring in a different direction than my eyes.

I teared up and ran away.

Why'd you choose me if you knew I'd be emotionally attached to them? I questioned in my mind.

A knife in my hand, I slashed my wrist and the last thing I saw was blood, everywhere.

-

Me and the other members walked backstage. We didn't want to look at each other, we'd get too emotional but we knew this day would come. Unfortunately, that day was today. How I wish we would be young forever. Maybe, mentally? But physically, our bodies aren't able to keep up with all of this. I'm 45 now, the other members aren't much younger nor older so we all agreed it was time to stop.

"Namjoon?" Jungkook questioned.

I raised my head slowly as my sorrowful eyes looked at him.

"Yes..?" I whisper-talked back.

"Is this really it?" His voice cracked and a tear ran down my cheek.

"Yes Jungkook, this is it. I'm sorry I wish we could last forever but you know it's impossible.." I sobbed and he answered with nothing but tears.

We cried for hours. It looked as there would be no stop. There really wasn't. Anytime we'd cross paths we wouldn't say anything. It was so depressing. I was sick of it so the only escape was me hurting myself.

I think the members have noticed. They finally started talking to me. I didn't want to guilt trap them but they seem concerned.

"Hey, what happened to your wrist?" Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at me, staring into my eyes.

"Oh, this? I just got a scratch this morning. It's nothing I promise." I answered with a fake smile.

Yoongi scratched his head obviously not buying it. Instead of asking any more questions he just walked away.

-

I woke up back in my room after the knife incident happened. Fuck, I'm already dead what am I trying to do? I scoffed in disappointment at myself.

It's been a couple of days since what happened and I don't remember anything. My wrist was healed now and I felt fine. Just a little depressed I guess.

I went to watch over BTS and I was horrified.

Namjoon started cutting his wrists.
Yoongi was playing with a lighter.
Jungkook almost jumped off a building.
Seokjin was starving himself.
Jimin had a gun in his hands.
Hoseok was sleeping all day and never got up.
Taehyung was abusing himself.

What happened?

They were depressed. They needed ARMY. They needed their careers. But all of it ended a while ago.

I wish I never fell asleep. My job was too keep them happy and I failed. They need to be together as a group otherwise bad things will happen. They're eternal brothers and I know they wouldn't leave each other.. right?

"Y/N Where are you?" I heard my friend, Jaehyun yell.

"Oh, uhm I'm in my room," I yelled back.

He burst in without even a knock.

"Ever heard of knocking, dumbass?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"You better hope the lord didn't hear that." He eyed me cautiously.

"Anyways, did you hear? Someone else and is going to be guarding BTS with you!" He exclaimed happily.

"Sorry what? Who?" I asked, my words very rapid.

"I don't know it's a girl though and God told me not to tell you." He replied backing away a little to let me take this all in.

"Leave." He obeyed my words and left.

A couple of minutes later a young girl came in.

"Hi! I'm Ryuon! I'm the girl Jayhun was talking about!" She explained.

"You mean, Jaehyun?" My eyes went dark due to her annoying tone.

"Oops! My bad! Anyways I hope we can get along." She smiled.

I didn't trust her smile.

Dammit, now I'm stuck with 7 depressed boys and an annoying ass girl.

Save me.

A/N:

I'm not too proud of this chapter, I'll probably rewrite it one day but we'll see. I hope you all decide to keep reading. I promise It'll get better. :)