The tension in the conference room was suffocating, the silence only broken by the sharp sound of papers being slammed onto the table. The CEO’s face was a mask of frustration and anger as he glared at the group sitting before him.

“It’s been a year,” he began coldly, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. “A year of deteriorating performances, unmet targets, and excuses. Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve caused to this company? To your own brand?”

Namjoon stood at the head of the table, his posture stiff but his gaze unwavering. “We know the numbers,” he said, his voice calm but strained. “But this isn’t just about profits. They’ve been going through—”

“Don’t you dare give me that ‘personal issues’ excuse again, Namjoon!” the CEO snapped, slamming his hand on the table. “This is a business, not a charity! Sponsors are pulling out, your fanbase is dwindling, and your albums are failing to chart the way they used to. We’ve given you time—an entire year!—to turn this around, and you’ve done nothing but let it spiral further out of control.”

Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin sat quietly at the far end of the table, their heads bowed. None of them dared to speak or even meet the CEO’s eyes. The insults hurled at their hyungs felt like knives to their own chests, but guilt kept them silent.

Hobi’s hands were clenched into fists on the table, his voice sharp and uncharacteristically angry. “You’re acting like they’re machines. Do you think they wanted this? They’ve been trying—we’ve been trying—to fix this, but healing doesn’t happen overnight!”

The CEO scoffed, his gaze icy. “Healing? You think your fans care about your healing? They care about results, about performances, about what they’re paying for. And for a year, you’ve failed to deliver. The goodwill you built over the years is running out. Fast.”

Jin, usually the calm mediator, couldn’t hold back. His voice was firm, his tone almost biting. “They’re not failures. They’re human. Do you have any idea how much pressure they’ve been under? How much guilt they’re carrying? They’ve been punishing themselves far worse than anything you could ever say to them.”

The CEO leaned back in his chair, his expression unmoved. “And that guilt has cost us millions. Do you think the fans see your pain on stage? No. They see a group that’s falling apart. They see idols who’ve lost their spark. If they can’t perform, then maybe they shouldn’t be part of this group at all.”

Suga’s voice was quiet but laced with fury. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. They’re the heart of this group. Without them, there is no group.”

The CEO’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Then maybe it’s time to reconsider if this group has any future at all.” He let the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing, “You’ve got three months. That’s all I’m giving you. If you can’t meet the targets we’ve set, don’t expect any more chances. We can’t keep bleeding money because three of your members can’t get their act together.”

Namjoon’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep his composure. “We’ll do it,” he said firmly. “We’ll turn it around. Just give us the time.”

The CEO gave a dismissive wave. “You’ve had time, Namjoon. This is your last chance. If you can’t handle this, maybe it’s time we find someone who can.”

As the meeting ended, the group filed out of the room, the weight of the ultimatum crushing them. Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin trailed behind the others, their heads low, their silence deafening.

Outside, Namjoon turned to them, his expression torn between anger and heartbreak. “Do you hear what they’re saying about us? About you? And we’re still standing here, defending you. Fighting for you. But you have to meet us halfway. You have to try.”

Taehyung’s lips pressed into a thin line, his hands trembling as he shoved them into his pockets. Jungkook looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Jimin didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed on the floor, his face pale and lifeless.

The hyungs exchanged weary glances, their resolve hardening. They weren’t going to give up on them, no matter how impossible the situation seemed. But deep down, they all wondered how much longer they could keep carrying the weight of three broken hearts.

The sunrise cast a faint warmth through the living room windows, its light barely touching the shadows that clung to the three of them. Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin sat in the same heavy silence that had consumed their days and nights since everything fell apart. Each was lost in their own torment, their guilt and regret intertwining but unspoken.

Taehyung broke the stillness again, his voice firm despite the tremor underneath. "We owe them better.

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