*Bell POV*

“Where are they…..where the fuck are they?” I grabbed everything in my closet and ripped it out, throwing it on the floor in a messy pile.

“Where’s what?” Yoongi leaned against the doorway with crossed arms and a worried face.

“My virginity- what do you think, Yoongi? Where are my Gucci heels??” I opened my second cabinet desperately and started going through  it like a maniac.

Where the fucking fuck are this motherfucking shoes?!?!?

I turned around and knelt on the floor, pressing my head to the soft ground as I looked under my big bed.

“Mhm, that’s a nice position.” I felt a hand smack my ass and I groaned.

“Yoongi, I will end you.” I mumbled from under the bed and started pushing the stuff around chaotically until my eyes fell on my beautiful, expensive heels.

“There you are you gorgeous fuckers.” I grabbed them and crawled back. I got on my knees and started to turn around but my face hit Yoongi’s crotch, as he conveniently was standing behind me.

“You think this is funny huh?” I looked up at him angrily as he held back a smile.

“Didn’t realise this particular patch of floor was a no standing zone.” He shtugged his shoulders and stepped back with his hands in the air in a retreating manner.

“I have to make a phone call so shh.” I sent him a serious look and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyway.

I stood up and pulled out my phone, dialling Hyungwon. It only rang once before he picked it up and sweetly answered.

“Yeaass Mrs. ‘I married a boring piece of fuck but love him anyway.’” His voice was bright and solid, the way he sounded best. I had to hold in my laugh at his joke.  

“Hyungwon-ah, I’m gonna get someone to deliver something to you….” I looked down at the shoes, my mind screaming for me to just let it go.

To forget the tears running down Jungkook’s face.

The cocksucker was just feeling bad that he messed up such a good chance with Jimin. Anyone would be. He’s still a bastard, why am I doing this?

“Ooh, is it cake?” His voice sounded so excited and I scoffed humorously.

“No, it’s shoes.” I laughed dryly and started walking out of the room to the stairs.

“I need you to run a saliva test on them and send me the detailed report. As soon as possible, it’s important.” I stopped at the top of the stairs as he went silent for a second in consideration.

“Send them, I’ll get it done, blues.” His voice held so much confidence it seriously calmed me down.

“Thank you, Hyungwon. You mean the world to me.” I smiled and hung up the phone. I lifted my head and looked down at the big living room on the lower floor.

Why does it have to be empty…..I thought family was number one. Why…..why is my family all gone?

I blinked a tear away and quickly ordered a private courier to take the shoes to Hyungwon. I didn’t have the mental energy to travel anywhere right now.

“So...Hyungwon means the world to you huh?” Yoongi walked up behind me and placed his hands on the railing on either side of me, trapping me with his body.

“Yes, he does.” I looked back at Yoongi to see him look down disappointedly.

“But that’s only the world. You, Yoongi. You mean all the planets in the solar system to me. You mean all the endless galaxies, all the heavens, all the angels. You mean everything to me. Everything.” I turned around and placed my hands behind his neck as his face lit up at my words.

“Thank you.” I softly whispered as I lent my forehead on his but he shook his head slightly.

“You don’t need to thank me. I like taking care of my princess.” He tilted his head back and kissed me softly.

I closed my eyes and kissed back, my mouth forming a smile from these small, beautiful intimate moments.

Just as the kiss started to heat up the doorbell rang and I groaned in annoyance.

“Damn delivery boys are so annoyingly quick.” I rolled my eyes and quickly kissed Yoongi one last time before picking up the shoes and heading down the wide stairwell.

I got to the door and opened it. The young boy grinned sheepishly at me and I laughed for a split second at his cuteness.

“Here. Deliver these to this address. As fast as you can. Here’s your payment and your tip.” I gave him everything as well as four times as much cash he would make in the whole day. His smile grew even more as he bowed deeply.

“Thank you, Noona.” He clutched the shoes to his chest and ran to his little car. I smiled and watched him speed off. Ah, don’t kill yourself little flightless bird.

“Should I be worried about the results?” Yoongi walked into the living room and sat down comfortably on the couch.

“Well I’m either pregnant or I’m not.” I turned to him with a helpless look.

His mouth dropped and his whole body froze rigidly.

“I’m just kidding!! Haha, fell for it just like you fell for me. Sucker.” I walked to the couch and sat down beside him as he massaged his forehead and sighed.

“You’re gonna give me a stroke one day with these pranks of yours.” He placed his hand on my thigh and laid down with his head on my lap.

My eyes widened at his sudden closeness. I had never seen him do something so innocent and cute. I...I loved it.

“So what do we do now?” He snuggled into my lap more comfortably and I felt my heart skip a beat.

“Now? Now we wait.”

~4 hours later~

I jolted awake at the sound of the printer whirring loudly. Yoongi was still sound asleep on me. I didn’t want to wake him so I just pushed him off me onto the mattress on the floor.

He moaned when he fell on his frontside and my eyebrow raised in bewilderment.

“Someone’s having wet dreams.” I stepped over him and intentionally kicked him to wake him up.

He cursed and rolled over trying to go back to sleep. Sheesh.

I slowly walked to the small room attached to the living room as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

The printer was pushing out incoming faxes and I noticed instantly they were the bodily secretion reports from Hyungwon

“Fuck.” I grabbed them and sat down on a nearby chair, thank God for Hyungwon. My eyes scanned over the information on the pages and soon a horrible realisation started to slowly settle in my stomach.

The material build up results of his saliva from my heels were printed in bold on the bottom of the page.

Jungkook’s saliva…

...contained Xymphynol.

My fingers trembled and I struggled to breathe properly. The papers fell from my hands and sank to the floor in a gut-wrenching way.

If he was given Xymphynol then he would do what anyone asked. He’s in jail for something he had no control over.

I grabbed my phone and with shaky fingers dialled Namjoon.

“Bell?” His voice instantly became filled with worry and I laughed bitterly.

“You bastard...you have the fucking guts to give Jungkook Xymphynol, make him rape Jimin, and then you just let him go to jail for it?! You’re a monster.” Tears started falling down my cheeks as I pressed the phone to my ear and shut my eyes.

What have I done...I put him in jail...and then he’s going to prison…

“Bell…..I swear on my life I never gave Jungkook Xymphynol.” Namjoon's voice bore into my ear and it’s strong baritone richness told me it was true.

“Then who did?”