DISGUISE || JIKOOK ✅

Epilogue.

JUNGKOOK POV

EIGHT MONTHS AFTER...

"Jimin." I whisper-shouted, though I didn't know why.

I had no need to be quiet.

It was just the two of us in
our suite inside the palace.

We had a three room suite, larger than my entire hous, complete with two bathrooms and a kitchen.

We'd kept my home in the
States as well, though in the
past eight months we'd spent most of our time in Snowfall.

I began working for Jimin's
office parttime, shortly after resigning from my receptionist job.

The people of Snowfall had welcomed me with open arms and I couldn't be happier
exactly where I was.

Expect for the pain that was radiating through my back at
the moment.

"Alpha."

"Hmm? Is it time?" he sat upright and looked around
the room frantically.

"Should we go?"

"I think so." The pain had begun around noon and had steadily increased throughout the day.

I'd tried to sleep and had let
Him rest for as long as I could take it but it was time now.

He picked up his cell phone
from the night stand.

"I will call for the driver."

The arrangements had already been made.

We had a private suite waiting
for us at the local hospital.

It was where all the royal
family had their babies.

We even had our own entrance ready for us when the time came.

That time was now.

The drive was quick and uneventful.

We didn't have to worry about packing a bag or forgetting anything.

We had a team of people ready and willing to fetch whatever
we needed.

Being royalty had its perks.

"Did you text my dad?" I asked.

"Yes, He is going to meet us there."

"He said he would wait in the waiting room until our little
guy arrived."

I sighed. "Oh good."

My dad had come to Snowfall two weeks ago, insisting he didn't want to risk missing
the birth of his grandson."

I was ecstatic that he was
here.

We were settled into the
hospital room waiting for the doctor to arrive when the contractions hit at full strength.

"Ooooh."

"This hurts." I squeezed Jimin's hand until his knees buckled
and he knelt on the floor.

"I am sorry sweetheart."

"I wish I could take your pain away." He bit out through
gritted teeth.

"Fu—Aggh, Am I allowed to swear? That won't be in the newspapers tomorrow, will it?"

I still didn't trust the press completely after the way they had ambushed me on our date.

The nurse chuckled and patted my knee.

"Don't worry, dear."

"Discretion is our middle
name."

"Nothing that happens in this room will make it the press,
you have our word on that."