Y/N's POV
When we were outside, he led me to the parking lot and let me in his car.
"You're not here to party, I assume," I said, stepping inside the white Jaguar XKR.
"I came here for you," he replied, and shut the door.
We drove across the city, and I knew where he was taking me.
"You look amazing with that haircut, Y/N," he said quietly, looking at me.
I ignored him. His opinion was of no interest to me. I kept my eyes trained on the vista behind the window.
Martin pressed a button on his garage gate control, and we drove inside. He parked the car, and we took the stairs up. When I stopped by the door to his apartment, I nearly fainted. Even this place, not once seen by the Man in Black, reminded me of Jimin.
"Want something to drink?" Martin asked, going to the fridge.
I sat down on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable. I had a strange feeling that I was acting against the will of Jimin, breaking his ban by seeing Martin. If he saw us together now, he'd kill him.
"I think water will do best now," Martin decided, handing me a glass. "I'll tell you everything, and you'll do whatever you want."
I settled on the couch and gestured for him to start.
"When you ran away, I realized you were right. I went after you. One of the hotel staff stopped me at the reception, saying there was a serious malfunction of something in our room and that they needed my key to get inside. When we finished checking the alarm, it turned out it was only an error in the system and that everything was fine. I ran outside and looked for you until it got dark. I was sure I'd find you. I thought you hadn't gone far. That's why I didn't go back for my phone immediately. And when I finally got back to call you, there was that letter in my room. All the things you wrote... they were right. I fucked up." Martin dropped his head and started to play with his fingers. "I ordered drinks to the room and called Michał. I don't know if it was because of all the worrying, or the hangover from the day before, but I felt drunk after the first one."
He raised his eyes and looked into mine.
"Believe it or not, I don't remember anything else. When we got up the next day, Karolina told me what I did. I wanted to throw up." Martin took a deep breath and dropped his head again. "And when I thought it couldn't get any worse, reception told us we had to leave the hotel because our credit cards bounced. So we left the island. That whole vacation was cursed. Everything went wrong."
When he was finished, I hid my face in my hands and sighed. I knew everything he was saying sounded absurd, but with a little intervention on the part of Jimin, it could all have happened. All of a sudden, I wasn't sure who I was angrier with—the Man in Black for engineering this farce, or Martin for allowing himself to be mixed up in it.
"Does that change anything?" I asked after a while. "That you don't remember sleeping with that girl? Besides, the truth is that our expectations for our relationship were just too different. You wanted to have your cake and eat it, too, and I'll always need more attention than you're willing or able to give me."
Martin slid off the couch, kneeling in front of me.
"Y/N," he said, taking my hands, "you're right. You're absolutely right. But during those weeks I realized how much I loved you. I don't want to lose you. I'll do anything to prove to you that I can change."
I stared at him, dumbfounded, feeling the champagne I had had rising in my throat.
"I don't feel too good," I muttered, getting up from the sofa and stumbling toward the bathroom.
