PICTURE US TOGETHER || JIKOOK ✅

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Jungkook pov

"Your Majesty, I have unfortunate news. The Goddess will give you comfort when you hear what I must tell you now."

Jungkook glanced at Priestess Shia, annoyed. She'd rushed into the room as if the palace was on fire and flung around a bunch of unnecessary words to tell him she had bad news.

"It's been years since I was a child needing the comfort of the Goddess,"

he said. "Leave out the fancy language and tell me."

Priestess Shia bowed lower than usual She still hesitated, strangely reticent now that she was facing him.

Her scent was...submissive? Her eyes were pained. Her mouth cut a tight line across her face.

"I'm afraid that..."

She hesitated again. He was growing annoyed fast.

He was in no mood for melodrama.

He wanted to be at Jimin's side, waiting with him for labor to start.

Sure, it was a few days before the official due date, but hadn't the doctor said over and over again that the due date was more of a concept than a contract?

Maybe that was Jungkook putting his own spin on it, but the results were the same.

Never mind that earlier today an exasperated Jimin had run him off, saying he couldn't stand any more of Jungkook's nonstop pacing around the room.

How else were you supposed to wait for something to happen something you couldn't control other than pacing?

After being kicked out by his mate, he had thrown himself into his work to keep his mind off his worries, his tension, his excitement.

He tried not to focus on how badly he wanted this to happen and be over with so he could have his family and have them safe.

He wouldn't have believed it a year ago, but he wanted to start his family, to be a father.

Also, as king, he didn't need to change diapers. Although Jimin had given him quite a look the one time he had mentioned it.

After that look, Jungkook hadn't mentioned diapers again.

There it was again: his complete inability to focus on anything these days.

Shia had a problem he needed to fix.

He would deal with this bad news and move on, just like always.

Priestess Shia stood there with her head down as if she couldn't meet his eyes, not talking as the seconds passed.

Her scent was deeply troubled, but he'd never seen her like this before.

His annoyance shifted into a deepening concern.

"Is my sister okay?" he demanded.

He'd spoken with Jimin not long ago, so he wasn't worried about his mate in the safety of the palace.

But Jennie had been coming and going from the Summer Palace when ever the whim took her.

She had made him promise to call her when Jimin went into labor, but he wasn't sure where she was today.

"Your sister is fine, Your Majesty. It's your mate that I must speak to you about."

His eyes narrowed.

His teeth clenched. His heart seemed to stagger, missing a few beats.

"Is Jimin in danger?"

He would call out the palace guard in full force. He would bring in loyal packs to destroy whatever threat his mate and his child faced.