I'm now in front of the door to the world
The cheersI hear when I get up on stage
Can't you see mystacked
Broken thyrsus
At last I'm reborn
- Dionysus by BTS
Diona's POV
Black hair like ebony, the hardest and highest quality domestic wood, of which the price could not be compared in any way. Small strands of hair that appeared in the layered haircut, which were difficult to see in this light and to assign to a colour because my eyes had not yet been able to get used to the surroundings.
His movements resembled those of a snake. He only had to use his waist very slightly and it seemed as if his dancing, his body controlled the music - not the other way around.
With his almost wine-red tongue, he licked over his incalculable lips before he gave a dirty smile.
Yeah, dirty. Why? Because he knew he was insufferably sexy. Slowly but surely, he was running down the stairs, step by step, meaning he was getting closer and closer to all those people. I didn't want to look at him anymore. His presence gave me nothing but breathing problems and a dry throat. Following him was a big mistake.
Oh, really? And at home? Wouldn't you have done the same there? Looking at photos and watching videos of him for hours until you had engraved him deep in your mind?
I shook my head. "Be quiet",I replied and quickly closed my eyes.
Am I losing my mind? When did I start talking to myself? Since when did I dream every goddamn night and hallucinate the next morning?
Since those seven files were opened.
Now I understood them. The fans. They weren't called that for nothing.
ARMY.
Whether danger exists or not, they would not only stand in front of the boys as if they were their protective weapon, but they would also cover their backs so that they would not have a single scratch burning on their skin.
Only one week since I was trapped in their world and I already couldn't find a way out.
Usher's voice suddenly stopped echoing across the room, it was dead quiet. When I opened my eyes, my breath was taken away.
His pupils were the first to meet my own. He was standing in front of me. In front of my feet. I gasped.
A dark steam formed around his figure when no one could get closer to him. Except me. My head bowed against my will without the courage to look at him.
"Diona,"
And in that precise moment, my heart stopped pumping blood into the vessels.
"ancient Greek Dionysia,"
His hand around my neck, his lips on my ear. Like this. This is how he spoke,
"who consecrated to the god of wine, Dionysus."
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
In a matter of seconds he grabbed my hand and I found myself with him in the center. Turning me around, he hugged me from behind.
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be inlove, baby
"Welcome to my world",he spoke up while the music was getting louder. When I felt his hot breath on my ear, my cheeks heated up like lava. He turned me quickly before our eyes met.
"A world of madness and ecstasy." He went through his straight hair, he then showed around. But my eyes followed his lips and voila! There it was. That familiar half smile.
