Diona's POV
An illusion of the softness of an unfamiliar skin. The connection of skin and feelings and your mind drifts into security. The moment I realized that I had been longing for his touch.
He pulled me along impatiently as his grip became tighter and the air thinner. My senses only perceived his sun-drenched, golden scent as he hurried with me through his halls.
When I closed my eyes, I lost myself in my imagination and found us in another world, walking in the warm sand, followed by the waves of the turquoise sea at sunset. Dressed in white, hand in hand as he walks forward, laughing with all his heart as if this was one of his most beautiful days. I look at my dress and sandals in my other hand, our feet and legs that got wet from time to time. A little white shell which he found and picked up immediately because he loved them so much.
Yes. All this happened in your head when he took your hand and held you as tight as if he had been waiting for it all his life.
The illusion broke as soon as I noticed the darkness. We found ourselves back in the corridor where he had covered my eyes earlier.
Nevertheless he did not let go of me and entered the room where V and Jungkook were. I tried to let go mentally, but this boy had switched off my functions. I didn't want to lose contact.
"I, I-I really wanted to come down and watch you, but..." I glanced at Jungkook, who was staring at me with his crystal clear eyes and seemed absolutely drunk.
"But he cried again" ,Taehyung said.
Jimin suddenly gripped my hand tighter. I took a step back and hid our locked hands, feeling his muscles tense as Jungkok's eyes filled with tears.
This time Jimin pressed his fingers against my ankles. After that, I did something that neither he nor I expected. With my thumb, I brushed across his outer palm to make his oppression disappear. I stroked his hand until he loosened it again.
"You too" ,Jungkook hissed as he spoke to Taehyung. "And I'm quite sure it was for the same reason."
It broke my heart to see them like that. I'd never seen them cry before. I hadn't gotten that far. Every time I was shown videos showing the boys with tears in their eyes, I would skip them immediately. It literally hurt me.. I had been wondering since day one where the rest of the group was, if I would ever see them, but I was afraid that this would go too far. In the end I was just a painter. But I really wish I could comfort Jungkook and V right now.
Unexpectedly, Jimin snapped his fingers and music filled the whole room. With heavy steps I ran after him, but stopped in front of the dark couch on which he was now sitting. He leaned his head back, scratching his neck. Without saying anything, he stared at me as if waiting for me to sqash myself next to him. While letting his hand linger on his neck, his eyes were focused on my lips.
As if my lips were needed somewhere else.
His arm floated in front of me because he still wouldn't let go of me. One pull, I was next to him before he finally let go of my hand. He leaned forward so I could see the silver streaks in his black hair. I could have sworn he didn't have them a few hours ago.
I watched him as he filled an unused glass with red wine until halfway through. After mine, he did the same with his glass, then Taeyhungs and finally Jungkooks.
"This is for your hard work, for the art that you conjure on my walls" ,he leaned back, held the glass in front of my nose and whispered, "Thank you beautiful."
The last word kept repeating itself in my head and left me speechless again.
"I've heard a lot about you!" Taehyung cracked a smile. "That you love partying with my brothers at Yoongi's club and hitting people."
