How To Disappear - Lana Del Rey

It's been two hours since Taehyung has been here, in this hospital.

And he hasn't seen Ten or Taemin.

Why?

Because he.... He needs a moment.

He's aware that something isn't right with him right now, he can feel it, and until he can manage to just.... Handle it, he wants to wait.

Besides, not like he deserves their attention anyways, he's being such a horrible friend behind their back and that he is aware of.

Taehyung didn't want to think that his relationship is making him turn out this way, since they have been doing good, but his heart is turning colder and old habits are returning.

And he doesn't know how to make it stop.

So that's why he's here, in this nearly empty cafeteria with a cold fries laying in front of him, yet he wasn't in the appetite to eat.

What was running through his head when Yoongi told him about this?

Denial.

Paranoia.

Fear that this was their way to get back at them- who the fuck knows.

Truth is..... This doubt in trust and in people all traces back to his previous relationship with Jimin and Jeongguk in the past. Jimin and Jeongguk are revenge seeking people when they're nudged, so whenever Taehyung did or appeared to have betrayed them -even if he didn't, they will do something to get him back.

Maybe he expected these friends to do the same to him in return, specifically Minho.

Since he did broke his heart.

It was all in Taehyung's head after all since they wouldn't do something like this. Minho wouldn't do something to hurt him.

No matter how many times Taehyung disappoints him.

A deep frown tugs Taehyung's lips as he stares at the fries, mocking him back that even made him sick to his stomach. Too swarmed up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when the chair across this small circular table he's sitting on scratched the tiles, not until he heard a heavy sigh that snapped his gaze up.

Great, just what he needed.

The frown deepens and Taehyung kept his head down with eyes shield by his red hair, feeling his own cheeks grow fluster to the sound of a sip to the cup of coffee the other person is drinking, who puts it down after a while.

"Well, how does it feel to know that I was right all along? Hm?"

Taehyung's hand balled into a fist on his lap, rolling his eyes with the spike of annoyance hitting him.

He's not dealing with this, not now.

Angrily he shoots up to his feet, ready to walk away with the damn fries to throw it away, but a strong hold on his forearm stops him.

"Little Karma," Taehyung had to close his eyes, controlling whatever mess was happening inside his body to the spiral of unease emotions, "We have to talk."

Taehyung wanted to walk away.

He wanted to tell Minho to fuck off and that they have nothing to talk about.

But unfortunately, like how Minho said, Taehyung never stands a chance against him.

He will never be as tough in person as he is through messages, and the main reason for that is because Minho doesn't provoke his emotions. Not in a bad way at least. No matter what situation the two may be, Taehyung won't ever be able to have hard feelings over him.

He just.... Can't.

So that's why Taehyung only rips his arm out of his grasp, moving back to sit on the table with arms crossed over his chest before finally looking up at him.

Minho has changed hair colors, no longer a platinum blonde that made him look like Jack frost but now just a regular brown color that just makes him look younger. His formality with his clothes never seems to change by his usage of a long black pea coat with a turtle neck shirt under, coffee color that just makes his skin seem so smooth.

Handsome.

He's always handsome.

Taehyung had to sneer his gaze away from him, gripping his fingers tightly against his arms to hold back the flickers of whirls in his chest. He just gulps and tries to focus else where, even if it began to grow hard while being in Minho's presence like this.

"Ten is in a coma now," Taehyung snaps his head up, his heart dropping to his stomach, "They're going to be checking him around the clock to see if he's made any progress but.... They said that judging by his delicate situation, after three weeks if there's no result, they will shut down the machines."

W-What....

No- That can't be right...

Taehyung couldn't breathe.

The world around him began to fade in and out of colors, feeling like it's sinking away to nothing as Taehyung let's those words sink into his mind that escaped Minho's lips.

The other male is looking at him carefully, still keeping himself a distance away so he can have the air breathe.

But it wasn't working.

Ten....

Ten could die....

He could die a-and he was just fine!

He was fine!

The room began to grow hot, Taehyung felt his heart skipping beats and his pulses racing to the point where he couldn't..... He couldn't even see. His skin crawled with this paranoia that people are watching him, judging him, calling him things and saying he provoked this.

He stopped being there for Ten, a-and he stopped taking his meds because.... He wasn't okay anymore.

And Taehyung was too blind to see the signs.

Now his best friend is in a coma and-

Fuck, what's happening to my body?!

Every single cell in Taehyung's body went into complete lockdown. He was a wheezing mess yet he couldn't the move. He tried to scream and no one heard him.

He was paralyzed, completely paralyzed.

Consumed by so much choked up emotions, Taehyung didn't even feel when Minho went around the table and stood him by the arms and guided him away from the cafeteria. Instead of going back to the lobby, they went into a single bathroom that's clearly meant for one person and Minho locked it shut behind him.

Shutting out the eyes that left Taehyung so shaken up in paranoia.

"Taehyung breathe, remember how I taught you? Yeah? Meditation," Minho tries to tell Taehyung while the other is a shaking mess, unable to even understand himself and his own thoughts, "Relax your body, find your center."

That's the thing, Taehyung didn't have a center.

He doesn't know what centers him from the world or keeps him focused anymore. All he could think about is Ten, unconscious for who knows long before he fucking-

What if he dies?! Huh??

What if in these three weeks he doesn't wake up!

Taehyung will have completely lost his mind.

"Hey, Little Karma, relax," Taehyung's ears perked to this, feelings something secure around his shoulders and gently tugs him closer to an even warmer body, "He's going to be okay, don't overthink the future so much. Bring yourself back to the present, just like we have practiced."

Through Minho's comforting words and warm arms around Taehyung's body, slowly Taehyung felt himself calm down. He closed his eyes and let his mind fall blank, only focusing on his breathing and Minho's fingers running up and down his spine slowly. Focusing on the negative energy piling up to slowly let it out, not wanting to be poisoned by it.

They probably stayed like this for a while, not like neither of them were complaining. Slowly Taehyung felt himself relax completely, knowing well it's not right if he's even here for too long with Minho. If any of his lovers catch him then most definitely they will think something happened and give him a lot of shit for it, so that's why gently he pulls away while still keeping a close distance.

Sniffling a bit, Taehyung inhales a deep breath and flutters his eyes open to look up at Minho, still feeling his hands on the end of his spine as he held him with Taehyung's own hands still scrunching up his jacket from the front when he tried to calm down.

"Thank you," Taehyung whispers quietly, seeing Minho twitch a small smile from the corner of his lips, "And um...... I'm sorry if I've been acting like a dick to you..... I can't guarantee you that it'll change when I get out of this bathroom, but just know that.... You're someone special and it's something that won't change so easily."

Minho hums quietly, raising a hand and gently clasps Taehyung's cheek while rubbing his thumb against his cheek bone, "Don't worry about me, not like I can't handle you when you get bratty," This made Taehyung twitch a smile of his own, "Are you going to be okay little Karma? I know Ten is your best friend and this will be hard for you."

Taehyung stared into his eyes or a moment, gulping thickly, "I know Ten wouldn't want me to be a weak bitch now," He whispers, already heading Ten scolding him in his head, "I.... I have to go."

For a moment Minho didn't want to let him go, he really did and Taehyung knew he didn't want to. The clear hesitation and fear is bright behind his eyes as he stares at Taehyung, not knowing who he's going to become the second he's back with those other two.

So as a soft remind to Taehyung's gentle heart, the red haired male leans forward and pressed a delicate peck on Minho's cheek, quick and tender enough to leave his message behind.

That his little Karma is still here, even if it doesn't seem like it.

So with their eyes gazing into each other a moment not too long, Taehyung turns around and unlocks the door before walking out.

Not realizing that Jimin was waiting for the bathroom while leaning back against the wall beside the door, seeing Taehyung and was about to call out to him but then saw Minho also leaving moments later.

And Jimin's mind was left blank in shock and confusion, and most of all; betrayal.

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A/N:
Well......

That was...... Something.

This can't be good......

Hehe

I PURPLE YOU! <333