Secrets

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Yn pov:

"Damn it!"

How did he find me? No... it couldn't be true. Three weeks of hiding, living without a name, looking over my shoulder every second—only for this to be the moment he catches me? When I was least prepared?

Then, before I can even brace myself, dark cars roll up, their sleek surfaces reflecting nothing but danger. Out of each one step tall, armed men, fierce faces set in stone, like they've been waiting for this moment. Silent, precise, each of them a fragment of his story—a story woven with secrets I've barely survived.

The men are suited in black from head to toe, like they've just stepped out of some lavish party. Their clothing is pristine, but the looks on their faces say anything but celebration. Instinct takes over—I don't hesitate. I turn on my heels and bolt in the opposite direction.

Sharp voices rise behind me, faint but urgent, echoing down the alley. I can't tell if they're shouting at each other or at me. But I know one thing: whoever these men are, they're not the type to ignore.

"Hey, you there! Stop!" someone yells.

But there's no way I'm stopping. I'd be as good as dead by tomorrow if these are Jungkook's men. No, scratch that—I'd be dead no matter who they are. I can't get caught, not now. I push people out of my way, breathlessly apologizing, just trying to keep my momentum, to get as far away as I can. My flat shoes smack against the cobblestones, each step loud, too loud—a reckless beacon announcing my every move. They'll hear me a mile away.

I push through the crowd, weaving between bodies as fast as my legs can carry me, desperate to put distance between myself and them. Ahead, about a hundred meters away, I spot a taxi—a lifeline in the form of yellow and chrome. Relief hits me in a rush, and I let out a breathless sigh, my escape so close I can practically touch it.

But just as I reach out to open the door, a pair of strong hands encircle my waist, lifting me off the ground. I gasp, somewhere between a shout of shock and fury, twisting and kicking in their grip. But the harder I fight, the tighter the arms clamp around me, keeping me firmly in place.

"Y/n, please, calm down!"

The voice cuts through my panic, striking me with instant recognition. That voice... I'd know it anywhere. "Eunwoo?" I mutter, breathless from the chase, as he gently lowers me back to the ground. I whirl around, heart pounding, hair flying, and there he is—my first friend, his familiar smile warming the moment.

A grin breaks across my face, wider than his, and before he can say another word, he holds out his arms, inviting the hug I don't hesitate to throw myself into.

Eunwoo lifts me into the air, spinning us around in wide circles. I giggle, feeling the joy radiate from his laughter as we twirl together, like there's no one else in all of Italy, or even the world.

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