Y/N's POV
We only spent three days in Rome, but I didn't see Jimin even once the whole time. After our night at the club, he had disappeared without a trace, and Taehyung wouldn't talk about it.
So we spent the whole time together, with Taehyung showing me the Eternal City. We ate together, shopped together, and went to the spa together. Was this how all our trips would be?
When on the second day we were having lunch in a breathtaking restaurant with a view of the Spanish Steps, I asked him, "Will he let me work at all? I can't just sit around, waiting for him all the time."
Taehyung kept quiet for a long while, before replying. "I can't speak for Jimin. I don't know what's in his head. So please, Y/N, don't ask me about these things. You have to remember who he is. The less questions, the better."
"Goddamn it, I have a right to know what he's doing! Why he isn't calling and if he's even alive," I growled, dropping my fork with a loud clink.
"He's alive," Taehyung retorted gruffly, avoiding my eyes.
I grimaced and returned to my meal. On the one hand, this life was as comfortable as it got, but on the other, I wasn't the kind of person who just wanted to sit around doing nothing. I wasn't a trophy wife. Especially since Jimin wasn't even my man.
On the morning of the third day, Taehyung and I had breakfast as normal. His cell phone rang, and the man excused himself and left the table. He talked for a couple minutes before returning to me.
"You will leave Rome today, Y/N."
I sent him a surprised look. "We've only just arrived."
Taehyung smiled at me apologetically and headed toward my closet. I downed my tea and followed him.
A few minutes later, I tied my hair in a high ponytail and put some mascara on—I was getting more tanned by the day, which meant I needed less makeup. Each day, the temperature outside reached eighty-five degrees. Without knowing where we were going, I put on dark blue denim shorts and a scanty white top that barely covered my small breasts. Today's outfit was a bit of a declaration—I refused to be elegant. Besides, I dropped the underwear. As for shoes, I picked my beloved Isabel Marant wedge sneakers. I put on sunglasses and grabbed a bag when Taehyung walked into the room. He stopped, rooted to the spot, and gazed at me for a while.
"Are you sure you want to go out like this?" he asked awkwardly. "Jimin won't be happy."
I spun on my heel nonchalantly, slid my glasses halfway down my nose, and shot him a disdainful look.
"What makes you think I care? After he left me for three days?"
I turned my back on him and went to the elevator.
My absurdly expensive watch told me it was 11 a.m. when Taehyung showed me the car I would be driven in.
"Aren't you going with me?" I asked, pouting like a little girl.
"I can't, but Claudio will tend to you during your trip." He shut the door and the car drove off. I felt alone and sad all of a sudden. Was it possible I was missing Jimin?
My driver, Claudio, who doubled as my bodyguard, was not too talkative.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Mom. She seemed calmer now but wasn't too happy when I told her I wouldn't be joining them this week.
When we finished talking, the car took a turn off the highway, and a few minutes later entered a town called Fiumicino. Claudio drove steadily, expertly navigating the narrow, picturesque streets in the enormous SUV. At one point, he hit the brakes, and I saw we were in a large port filled to the brim with luxury yachts.
An elderly man dressed all in white opened the door for me. I sent the driver a questioning look, and in response, he nodded to me, allowing me to step out.
"Welcome to Porto di Fiumicino, Y/N. I am Fabio and I will take you to your boat. Follow me." The man gestured at me.
When, after a short while, we stopped to board the yacht, I raised my head and gaped. Before me was the Titan.
Most boats in the port were white, but this one was a cold steel gray, with tinted windows.
"The yacht is nearly three hundred feet long. It has twelve guest cabins, a Jacuzzi, a cinema, spa, gym, as well as a large pool and a helicopter pad."
"Not too shabby," I mumbled, picking my jaw up from the floor.
When I entered the first of six decks, I found myself in a grand living room, only partially roofed. It was elegant, but very minimalistic. Most of the furniture was white with steel-gray details. The floor was made of glass. Then there was the dining room and the stairs to the bow and the Jacuzzi. Most tables were laden with vases filled with white roses. I focused on the one without any flowers. Instead, there was a gigantic ice bucket filled with bottles of Moët Rosé.
Before I finished the tour of the deck, Fabio showed up next to me with a glass filled with the champagne. Did they all think I was some kind of alcoholic, my only way of dealing with free time being binging on champagne?
"What would you like to do before we set sail? A tour of the rest of the yacht? Some sunbathing? Or maybe you'd like lunch?"
"I'd like to be left alone, if that's not a problem." I put my handbag down and headed toward the bow.
Fabio nodded and left me. I stayed on the deck, observing the sea, slowly downing my glass. Then I had another one, and one more, and so on until the bottle was empty. The hangover I was still suffering from started dissipating, but only because I was drunk again.
The Titan left port. As the land disappeared over the horizon, I could only think about how I regretted ever visiting Sicily. I dreamed of not meeting Jimin and not becoming his savior. I could have lived my normal life in my normal world instead of sitting here, caged like a bird.
"What the hell are you wearing this time?" I heard the familiar voice behind me. "You look like—"
I spun and nearly bumped into Jimin, who was standing right behind me, just like when we had first met. I was pretty tipsy already, and I stumbled, falling to the sofa.
"I look how I want and it's none of your business," I muttered. "You've left me without a word and you're treating me like some doll you play with whenever you feel like it. But today that doll wants to be left alone." I got up from the sofa clumsily, grabbed another bottle of champagne, and staggered toward the stern. The shoes I had on didn't make walking any easier, and I realized how pathetic I must have looked. I kicked them off angrily.
The Man in Black followed me, calling out, but his voice failed to penetrate the buzz in my head from the alcohol. I didn't know the ship, but I needed to escape him. I ran down the steps and... that was the last thing I remember.
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