PICTURE US TOGETHER || JIKOOK ✅

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Jimin pov

Two days until the due date...

Jimin was crying. He was ugly crying, and he was very pregnant. It felt like being kicked while he was down.

Or kicked when he was at his most vulnerable exhausted and aching and barely able to move.

Not only that, but he'd been having irregular contractions for a few hours.

He felt miserable and completely alone. Maybe because he was alone.

He hadn't seen anyone but the servants since yesterday.

They brought him meals. He could tell they knew what had happened.

He didn't know how.

He didn't know if they'd overheard the argument or if Shia had spread the tale, but they were cold to him.

He had been friendly with them before.He fit in best with the servants.

But now they were quietly hostile.

That broke his heart too.

But not as much as losing jungkook had shattered his heart. He'd tried to leave the royal chambers to find him.

To talk to him. To explain that it wasn't his phone and he'd been set up.

The guards outside wouldn't let him leave. And jungkook never came back.

The damn priestess had betrayed him.

She had set him up.

It hadn't even been a complex plot, but he'd stumbled right into the trap like a complete fool.

Her scheme was as nasty as it was simple. Give Jimin a phone with planted evidence on it going back several months.

Go to jungkook and tell the king that he'd been betrayed. Tell him that Jimin was trying to take his son away.

Play on Jungkook: how much trust meant to him. How much he feared being betrayed by people he counted on.

And then send jungkook here to find the phone, fire off a damning text message from another disposable number, and then sit back and watch the fallout.

Trust was important to jungkook, but the threat of losing your child? What parent wouldn't be provoked by that?

Terrified by it?

Even if your child hadn't arrived yet, parents still felt powerful emotions—protectiveness, love...

Shia had pushed all the right buttons.

She'd probably even played on the fact that Jimin was an omega with filthy human blood.

Or that he wasn't religious and didn't serve the Goddess. Working the knife in deeper.

Jimin had gone through the phone completely after jungkook left him and Jimin stopped crying long enough to be angry.

The cell phone was a shell. Everything on it was designed to incriminate him.

It was an obvious setup, but he'd still been outplayed.

Then again, he'd never been cut out for this palace intrigue.

But he had believed that jungkook loved him. He'd been confident that his mate had his back.

Trusted him.

Had faith in him. But...no.

Jungkook wouldn't listen to him. He'd never come back to take the phone to some forensic computer science guy or whatever and reveal how Shia had set him up.