Taehyung was not expecting a visitor today.

Sure, Mother always stops by to show her charming face with a bag full of money after his match, but this time she didn't show her presence. But the bag of money was sitting on the bench when Taehyung walked out of the shower of the locker room, so that must mean she probably was too pissed at him to say a proper goodbye.

But even if she didn't show her presence, Taehyung was gifted with another person instead.

Someone who made him drop the towel that was used to rub his wet hair, lips parted in shock.

Yeah, definitely was not expecting this visitor here at all.

Sitting there next to the big full of money is a hooded man, who's gaze snapped up when Taehyung stepped out of the shower to reveal his familiar large eyes and handsome features.

Someone who Taehyung didn't expect to see anytime soon, yet it left his chest feeling heavy.

Very heavy.

Now whispering under his breath, "Minho."

The man clearly didn't want to seem phased by Taehyung's presence, but it was hard not to while Taehyung is practically half naked before his eyes.

So he drags his gaze away from him, gulping, "I see that you're fighting again."

Taehyung's little dazed was suddenly snapped to the sour tone in Minho's voice, twitching a scowl before moving past him and to the locker to retrieve his clothes.

"Ah, I see. Came to lecture me?"

"You're suppose to be hidden. You acting reckless will only result with you being caught."

Taehyung rolls his eyes, his mood now growing sour, "Thanks for the advice," He mutters drily before removing the towel from his hips, taking the underwear from his backpack, "But I know you didn't came all the way here just to tell me off. If you did then that's definitely a waste of gas."

Just as Taehyung was about to lean and slide his underwear on, a hand stops him.

Ah.

Now we're talking.

Taehyung tries not to smirk as he glances to Minho's hand on his wrist, slowly standing back upright and look at Minho now directly in the eye.

And he chuckles to himself to Minho's fogged stare, "Find it hard to resist me?"

"You know I always do."

"Then stop wasting both of our time," And Taehyung steps forward, "I'm all yours."

Minho hesitated.

He hesitated real good, but Taehyung suddenly moves his hands to his chest, tracing down his abdomen of his hoodie and to the jeans, fingers hooked on the belt loops with thumbs pressing down -

Minho grabs Taehyung's face and forces their lips together, banging Taehyung's head back to the locker.

A painful whine spills his lips but Taehyung didn't let that ruin this moment. If anything, the pain drove him to kiss Minho harder, forcing close to his body with fingers clawing his back.

Yet no matter how rough and aggressive Taehyung went into this kiss, Minho for some reason took this in deeper. He kissed Taehyung so deeply and passionate that left Taehyung's head swimming - never experiencing a kiss this profound before.

And it made his heart do a leap in his chest.

Taehyung hums and hissed when Minho's large hands traces down and grips his bare ass, but Taehyung only steps forward and farther more before Minho ends up sitting on the bench and Taehyung climbs on him.

Minho unbuckles his belt while Taehyung got the lube, don't even ask from where, and the second Minho's dick got juiced up with lube, Taehyung sunk down in his dick with both quivering a moan.

Taehyung moved desperately against Minho, craving and desiring for this moment as it fuels his pulses with pleasure. Meanwhile Minho hugs Taehyung's body close to him, breathing him in heavily with gentle pecks on his throat and collarbones.

They were close, no doubt very close to cumming on the spot, but before they did, Minho glided his hands to Taehyung's face, easing him back to look at him.

Taehyung is a flushed and sweaty mess now, eyes glowing with swollen lips staring right back at him. The two are breathing heavily, staring at each other, and it was a stare that left Taehyung feeling emotional.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Minho traces Taehyung's bottom lip with his thumb, making sure the engrave the texture of his lips in his head, "Like what?"

"Like..... If it's a goodbye."

Softly Minho flickers his eyes to Taehyung's gaze, not saying anything before leaning and taking their lips together in once again.

For one last time.

Just one last time.

Taehyung hated this sentimentality.

He despised it.

He hated how Minho kissed him slower and deeper and with so much feeling as he thrusts into him, making sure to leave every inch of his scar in Taehyung's heart.

Taehyung hated it because he knew.

He knew this was going to be the last time he'll see Minho.

In a long time.

That was enough for them to orgasm at the same time, panting and catching each other's breaths in. No words were said for a moment, or a long moment, but Taehyung felt the heavy weight of it.

And he couldn't bear it.

So he pulled himself off Minho, quietly going to the sink and cleaned himself off without looking at Minho. The other man was in the midst of also cleaning himself up quietly, shoving his dick back in his pants while Taehyung when to the locker and officially got dressed.

The tension was tense, thick, and unbearable.

And it only raised the tightness in Taehyung's throat when he slid his shirt over his body.

Minho was to his feet now, walking to the door but then he paused, fighting with himself for a moment before turning around and facing Taehyung.

"Please, no more fights."

"I won't," Taehyung says monotonously, throwing his hoodie over his head, "Already decided that before I saw you."

Minho was silent, making Taehyung believe for a second that he left for a second, but then he cleared his throat.

"This is the last time you'll see me Taehyung."

Irritatedly rolling his eyes, more so to not cry, Taehyu huffs, "Not the first time I've heard that from you -"

"I mean it," Taehyung froze, "You, Jeongguk and Jimin are free to come back, but me and the guys won't be there anymore. We're going to be gone for a while, for our responsibility and your safety."

Taehyung whirls around, the tears burning his eyes to Minho's serious face, smiling sarcastically, "Are you serious? Now you want to suddenly focus on your responsibility -"

"I just came to tell you that, without fighting, and there's no way to change what's going to happen," Taehyung's heart snapped in half to Minho's words, who turns around and places a hand to the door handle, "See you soon, Little Karma."

With that Minho pushes the door open and walks out, leaving Taehyung to drop the duffle bag he had in hand with a trembling grasp.

Minho.....

Wait....

No...

Fuck!

Taehyung snatches the duffle bag once again and runs out the door, searching for Minho but he was already long gone.

Hysteria soon began to cruise Taehyung's body, not even know what came over him as this dread filled with anxiety and paranoia flooded his body.

Just to the thought of Minho being gone alone.

Shit!

With trembling hands, he snatches his phone and quickly dials Jeongguk's number - since Jimin never fucking answers the phone.

After literally one ring, he answered.

"Hello-"

"TEXT WOOSUNG AND TAEMIN RIGHT NOW!" Taehyung shouts with tears pouring his eyes, "NOW!"

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A/N:
I know I promised more Vminkook scenes but this scene is important sooooo had to put it in!

Alrightttttttt let's gooooo!!

I PURPLE YOU! <333