It was a cold and quiet evening on Boxing Day, the kind where the world feels suspended between the end of the year and the anticipation of the new one. The beach was nearly empty, save for a few scattered footprints left behind by the waves. RM, leader of BTS, had chosen this time to escape the relentless noise of fame and find solace by the ocean. After months of touring and global promotions, he needed a moment to breathe. The world could wait, he thought, as he walked along the shore, his thoughts far from the chaos of the stage.
The air was brisk, and the sky above him had turned an indigo blue, the stars faint but shimmering. RM had always found comfort in these quiet moments, where he could leave the weight of his responsibilities behind. He often talked about how the vastness of the ocean reminded him of his dreams, of how far he had come from his humble beginnings. Tonight, the waves crashing against the rocks felt like a song—one that had no lyrics, but spoke volumes in the rhythm of its movement.
As he ventured further along the beach, the tide started to rise unexpectedly. He had not noticed how quickly the currents were shifting, nor how the waves were growing stronger. For a moment, he paused, letting the cold water lap against his shoes. The peacefulness of the scene lulled him into a sense of calm, but he soon realized the current was pulling harder, faster. RM tried to step back, but his foot caught in the sand, and before he could regain his balance, the water surged, sweeping him off his feet.
His shout for help was drowned out by the howling wind and the relentless crashing of waves. In that moment, it seemed as though the world had turned on him, the very thing he found peace in now threatening to take it all away. His limbs fought against the water, but it was stronger than he anticipated. Panic started to settle in as the tide began to drag him further out. Alone on the beach, there was no one to hear his cries, no one to come to his aid.
The beach remained eerily silent, except for the sound of the waves. It wasn’t until a couple passing nearby noticed the disturbance in the water and rushed toward the shore that the alarm was raised. But by then, it was too late. The rescue team arrived shortly after, but despite their best efforts, the current had taken him far beyond reach. RM was found unconscious, his life slipping away with the tide.
News of the tragedy spread like wildfire, first in whispers, then in loud, painful truth. ARMY, the devoted fanbase that had followed him and BTS for years, was left in shock and disbelief. The social media feeds filled with messages of grief, remembering the moments RM had shared with the world—the songs he wrote, the speeches he delivered, and the love he gave to his fans. To so many, RM had been more than just a musician; he was a voice for change, a leader who had inspired millions to believe in themselves.
BTS, devastated by the loss of their leader, gathered in mourning. The news had reached them in the midst of their own quiet celebrations. Jin, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jungkook were struck by an unbearable sorrow that no words could express. RM had been the foundation of BTS, the one who held them together, the one who inspired them to reach for the stars. Now, he was gone. The grief was palpable, and the silence between them felt as deep as the ocean itself.
In the days that followed, the world paid tribute to RM in every way possible. A public memorial was held, where fans, friends, and family gathered to honor his legacy. His music, his voice, and his leadership had touched lives around the globe, and even in his absence, his influence remained. His message of self-love, hope, and perseverance was more than just words—it was a philosophy that had guided millions of people through their own struggles. The world had lost a great artist, but RM’s spirit would never fade. His legacy would live on in every song, every message, and every heart he had touched.
