Y/N's POV
The next day we had breakfast too late to even call it that. We spent the morning in bed, doing nothing until noon.
"You need to do me a favor," I said, rolling to the side to look at Stela. "I'm going to see a gynecologist today, but the visit has been booked in your name, so you're the patient. At least officially."
Stela sent me a skeptical look, raising one eyebrow.
"I don't know how deep Jimin's control reaches. The plan is to tell him that you forgot your birth control pills and we had to go to the clinic. That way he won't be suspicious of our visit to the clinic, if he checks where I am."
Chewing a sweet roll and washing it down with coffee, Stela said, "You're out of your fucking mind, you know that? He'll learn about everything, but we can do it your way. Whatever."
"Thanks. We'll go to Taormina after my checkup. I want to buy my maid of honor some clothes. Besides, I need a wedding dress myself," I said with a smile. "You know what that means?"
"Shopping!" Stela exclaimed, kicking her feet in the air, the sweet roll sticking out from her mouth.
"Jimin gave us a credit card, and we're supposed to wipe the account clean. I'm a bit afraid of how much we'll find there. Anyway, I'm going to call him now. I need to get this done." I headed toward my favorite divan.
The Man in Black bought the story about Stela's pills, only making sure it wasn't anything serious aside from the birth control. He swiftly switched subjects, starting to talk about our wedding. He said we wouldn't have a wedding party and that it would be a very private ceremony. At the end, he fell silent. Completely unlike him.
"Everything all right, Jimin?" I asked, suddenly anxious.
"Yeah. I just wish I were home already."
"Only three more days and you'll be back in Taormina."
Silence was my answer. Finally, he sighed and whispered, "It's not about the place, but the fact that you're not with me. Home is where you are. I don't care about the building, Y/N. Especially since we also have an apartment in Palermo."
We—it felt so good when he said it like that. I'd really started missing him, but only realized that when I'd dialed his number.
"I need to go, Y/N. I might be off the grid until Friday, but don't worry. Use the app in your phone if you feel the need."
I returned to the table, hugging the phone.
"You really love him, don't you? That's a new one," Stela said, rocking on her chair. "You hear his voice over the phone and you suddenly look like you'd give him a blow job through the receiver if only that was an option."
"Oh shut up and come on. Let's find something pretty in my closet. After we're done with the gynecologist, we're going to spend some cash, so let's look like Vogue babes."
Rummaging through my things took us too much time. If not for Taehyung, I would have been late to my appointment.
We stopped in the doorway, ready to go out. I put on the same boots as before, the black ones, with a black bandeau dress. Stela chose the "rich hooker" style, putting on the shortest possible high-hipped white Chanel shorts that barely covered her butt and a top of the same color. To finish it off, she selected a pair of enormously tall Giuseppe Zanotti stilettos with golden insets, plus a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses. We didn't look like a pregnant girl and her broke friend, that's for sure.
Dr. Ventura was surprised when two women entered his office. I explained quickly that I needed my friend's support, as my fiancé had left. The gynecologist accepted her presence during the examination, which took place behind a privacy curtain anyway. When we were finished, I put my clothes back on and sat down next to Stela. The doctor scanned through some papers after putting on his glasses.
