Y/N's POV
I slept through most of the journey, with the help of sedatives. When finally I stepped into the SUV at the airport in Catania, it felt like I was returning home. The highway led along the slopes of Mount Etna, and the only thing I could think of was Jimin, smiling and telling me stories from his childhood.
When we entered the driveway, I noticed it didn't look like last time. The maroon stones had been replaced with dark gray ones and the drive was lined with new bushes and flowers. I barely recognized the place. Confused, I looked twice, making sure we were in the right spot.
"Jimin ordered it all to be replaced during our trip," Taehyung said, stepping out of the car.
I entered the house and reached my bedroom, slipping into my bed and quickly falling asleep.
The subsequent days were identical. Some days I spent in bed. Others, I went to the beach. Taehyung tried making me eat, but it was no use. I just wouldn't have anything. I wandered around the house, looking for something—anything—that would prove Jimin was there. I exchanged emails with Mom, but I couldn't talk to her—I knew I wouldn't be able to fool her, and that she'd immediately know that something was amiss. I watched Polish TV, which Jimin had to be ordered installed in my bedroom. At times I tried watching the Italian channels, but I still understood next to nothing.
And if that wasn't enough, all local tabloids and websites published the photo from the banquet—the one in which the Man in Black kissed me on the seafront. They were all captioned: "Who Is the Sicilian Potentate's Mysterious New Companion?" Most articles also mentioned my dance skills.
Days passed, and I felt it was about time to go back to Poland. I called Taehyung , asking him to pack only those things I had brought with me from Warsaw. I wouldn't take anything that would remind me of the Man in Black.
Online, I found a cozy studio on the outskirts of Warsaw and rented it. What would come next? I had no idea, but I didn't care, as long as I stopped hurting so much.
The next morning, I was woken by the sound of the alarm clock. I drank a cup of cocoa, which I found on the night table, and turned on the TV. Today's the day, I thought. A while later, Taehyung opened the door and sent me a sad smile.
"Your plane leaves in four hours." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'll miss you," he said, taking my hand. I squeezed it, feeling my eyes welling with tears.
"I know. Me too."
"I'll go check if everything's ready," Taehyung said, getting up.
I stayed in bed, staring dumbly at the TV, skipping channels. I settled on some news before going to the bathroom.
"The head of the Sicilian Mafia was shot in Naples. He was widely considered one of the most dangerous..." I stormed out of the bathroom, back to the TV. The screen was showing a montage of scenes from the place of the incident—including two body bags and a black SUV. A hot, scalding feeling behind my sternum came next. I couldn't breathe. Then, a sharp pain, like someone stabbing my heart with a knife. I tried screaming but didn't manage even a croak. I fell to the floor, unconscious.
Y/N's dream
Iopened my eyes. The sun illuminated so brightly that I could barely see. I raised my hand to cover my eyes and inadvertently jerked on the IV tube. What the hell? As soon as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I took a careful look around. All the equipment around me suggested I was in a hospital.
What had happened? Then it struck me—Jimin was... My heart started racing, and all the devices surrounding me began whining. A doctor appeared in the room, followed by a nurse and Taehyung .
