3RD PERSON POV:
taehyung's legs gave out the moment he reached the black sandy beach. he crashed down to his knees with yoona in his arms, right before the vast body of water, and the waves shyly crept towards him, flooding everything below his lap. both of their masks slipped off, and were stealthily whisked away by those coal-black waves.
it was too beautiful of a night for something this horrible to happen.
jimin circled the two, and whimpered upon looking back in the festival's direction. meanwhile yoona and taehyung had an iron grip onto each other, as if the other were a sort of lifeline. the two rapidly breathed, in order to make up for their retributed hearts, exhausted from the rate they were thumping at moments before.
after a few moments, they looked into each other's eyes.
tear after tear just slipped out of yoona's, her expression blank, and tear after tear had slipped out of taehyung's, his expression practically spelt with terror.
one of the only things the two had in common at the moment was how much they were shaking. fear had effortlessly worked it's way into their dizzy hearts.
yoona reached out to taehyung's hand, and laced it with her own. the heat from his palm immediately seeped into her seemingly hypothermic one.
nothing but ocean waves, jimin's whimpers, and heart's beating as one could be heard.
