For the Wrong Reasons

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/64172470.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Soha - Character, Min Yoongi | Suga,
Park Jimin (BTS)
Additional Tags: Omegaverse, AlphaXOmega, Alpha Kim Taehyung | V, Omega Jeon
Jungkook, forbiddenlove, Angst, slowburn, lovetriangle, SecretAffair,
SurrogacyAU, complicatedrelationships, UnintendedFeelings, Denial of
Feelings, MessyLove, FatedButForbidden, Sacrifice, HiddenDesires
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2025-03-26 Completed: 2025-04-02 Words: 55,045 Chapters:
18/18
 For the Wrong Reasons
by TaeBunkook_Lilies

Summary

Kim Taehyung and his wife, Soha, are the perfect Alpha-Omega couple—at least in the
public eye. Behind closed doors, their marriage is crumbling under the relentless pressure to
conceive an heir, a dream that has turned into a nightmare of failed attempts and
heartbreaking diagnoses. When surrogacy becomes their last hope, they reluctantly turn to an
unconventional solution.

Enter Jeon Jungkook—an Omega struggling to make ends meet, drowning in debt, and
desperate for stability. When his best friend persuades him to become a sugar baby, Jungkook
expects wealthy Alphas and transactional relationships—not an offer that will change his life
forever.

Taehyung and Soha’s proposition is simple: carry Taehyung’s child in exchange for financial
security. But what begins as a business arrangement turns into something far more
complicated when they discover the only way Jungkook can conceive is through natural
means. One night becomes many, and soon, duty turns into desire, obligation into something
neither of them can name.

When Jungkook finally gets pregnant, their carefully constructed reality threatens to shatter.
Will Taehyung fight for the love he never expected, or will he let expectations dictate his
fate?

Notes

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Desperate Measures
Taehyung stared at the cream-colored folder on his desk, the medical report inside bearing the
same conclusion they'd heard five times before. He hadn't opened it again since leaving the
doctor's office, but he didn't need to. The words were etched into his memory, clinical and
final.

"Mrs. Kim presents with premature ovarian insufficiency. Natural conception is highly
unlikely. We recommend exploring alternative options such as surrogacy or adoption."

The penthouse was silent except for the gentle hum of the air conditioning. Soha had
retreated to their bedroom the moment they'd returned home, and he couldn't blame her. Each
appointment, each test, each specialist had slowly chipped away at the facade they'd
maintained for years—the perfect Alpha-Omega couple whose love story had been featured
in business magazines and social columns alike.

Taehyung loosened his tie and poured himself two fingers of whiskey. The amber liquid
caught the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Seoul's glittering skyline.
He took a sip, welcoming the burn.

His phone vibrated. His mother.

He silenced it without looking at the message. He already knew what it would say—another
thinly veiled inquiry about grandchildren, another reminder of his duty to continue the Kim
bloodline. As if he needed the reminder. As if he didn't see the disappointment in his father's
eyes at every family gathering when the topic inevitably arose.

"Did you look at the brochure?"

Taehyung turned to find Soha standing in the doorway. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her
voice was steady. She'd changed out of her designer dress into silk pajamas, her face
scrubbed clean of makeup. Even in her vulnerability, she was beautiful—the same beauty that
had captivated him when they'd first met eight years ago.

"Not yet," he admitted, setting down his glass. "I thought we'd decided against surrogacy."

Soha moved into the room, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. "We did. But..."
She paused, picking up the glossy brochure from the coffee table. "We're running out of
options, Tae."

The brochure featured a smiling couple holding a newborn, the agency's name—"New
Beginnings"—emblazoned across the top in elegant script. Taehyung had barely glanced at it
when Dr. Park had pressed it into his hands earlier that day.

"My parents called again," Soha said, her voice small. "They asked if we'd considered IVF."
"We've been through three rounds," Taehyung reminded her gently. "The doctors said—"

"I know what they said." Soha's fingers tightened on the brochure. "But my mother
mentioned your father's ultimatum."

Taehyung stiffened. His father's words had been clear: if Taehyung didn't produce an heir by
the end of the year, control of the family company's most lucrative division would pass to his
cousin. The division Taehyung had built from the ground up over the past decade.

"My father has no right to pressure us like this," he said, though they both knew that wasn't
entirely true. The Kim family fortune came with strings attached—strings that had only
tightened with each passing year of their childless marriage.

"It's not just your father," Soha said, sitting down on the leather sofa. "It's everyone. The
gossip, the speculation... I can't go shopping without some acquaintance asking when we're
going to have children, as if it's any of their business." She looked up at him, her eyes shining
with unshed tears. "As if I don't want this too."

Taehyung crossed the room and sat beside her, taking her hand in his. "I know you do."

"The doctor said surrogacy is our best option," Soha continued, her voice steadier now. "We
could use your... genetic material, and a donor egg. Or we could try with one of my eggs,
though the chances are slimmer."

Taehyung nodded slowly. They'd discussed this before, of course, but had always shied away
from the reality of what it would mean—bringing a third person into the most intimate aspect
of their lives.

"I just don't know if I could watch another woman carry your child," Soha admitted, voicing
the fear that had held them back from this path before.

Taehyung squeezed her hand. "It wouldn't be my child. It would be ours."

Soha's smile was sad. "You know what I mean. The connection... the bond between an Alpha
and an Omega during pregnancy. It's biological. Instinctual. I've read about it." She took a
shaky breath. "But maybe... maybe it's time to consider it seriously. We could find someone
discreet. Someone who understands this is a business arrangement, nothing more."

Taehyung studied his wife's face. Behind the brave front, he could see the pain, the sense of
failure that had been growing with each negative test. Neither of them had expected this
when they'd married—Soha, from a prominent family herself, had been deemed the perfect
match. Their union had been celebrated as a joining of two powerful bloodlines. The fact that
they'd actually fallen in love had been a fortunate bonus.

But now, the pressure to produce an heir was threatening to break them both.

"If we do this," Taehyung said carefully, "we do it together. Every step of the way. And we
set clear boundaries."
Soha nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I've been thinking about how to approach it.
Maybe through an agency that specializes in these arrangements. Or..." She hesitated. "There
are other services. More discreet ones."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "What kind of services?"

Soha pulled out her phone and opened a website. "My friend Yuna told me about this. It's a...
matching service. For wealthy individuals seeking companionship."

Taehyung scanned the site, his brow furrowing. "A sugar baby service? Soha, that's not—"

"Hear me out," she interrupted. "These arrangements are already confidential. The people
who sign up are usually in difficult financial situations, which means they'd be motivated to
agree to our terms. And we could meet them first, make sure they're suitable."

Taehyung was silent for a long moment. The idea was unconventional, but then again, their
situation had pushed them beyond convention already.

"We'd need to be careful," he finally said. "Very careful. If word got out..."

"It won't," Soha assured him. "We'll use a separate email, a different name. We'll meet
somewhere private. And we'll make sure whoever we choose understands the importance of
discretion."

Taehyung nodded slowly, his mind already working through the logistics, the potential
pitfalls. "Alright. We can explore it. But at the first sign of trouble, we stop."

Soha leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Thank you. For not giving up."

As he held her, Taehyung tried to ignore the unease settling in his stomach. This was for their
future, for their family. For the life they'd planned together.

But something told him that once they started down this path, there would be no turning
back.

Jungkook's phone alarm blared at 5:30 AM, the harsh sound piercing through his exhausted
haze. He fumbled to silence it, nearly knocking over the half-empty cup of ramen on his
nightstand. The tiny studio apartment was cold—he kept the heating at the minimum to save
on utilities—and the thought of leaving his blanket cocoon was almost unbearable.
But he had no choice. His shift at the café started at 6:30, and he couldn't afford to be late
again.

Jungkook dragged himself out of bed, his muscles protesting after yesterday's double shift.
Coffee first, then a quick shower. The routine was automatic by now, performed with the
efficiency of someone who had calculated exactly how much time each action required.

As he waited for the ancient coffee maker to sputter to life, Jungkook opened his banking
app. The numbers that greeted him made his stomach clench. His rent was due in three days,
and he was still short by nearly 200,000 won. The café paycheck wouldn't come until next
week, and his earnings from the convenience store job had already gone toward his mother's
medical bills.

A knock at the door interrupted his spiral of financial anxiety.

"It's open," he called out, knowing who it would be.

Park Jimin breezed in, looking unfairly put-together for such an early hour. His silver hair
was perfectly styled, and he was already dressed for his job at the high-end clothing boutique
where he worked.

"Morning, sunshine," Jimin said, taking in Jungkook's disheveled appearance. "Rough

night?"

Jungkook grunted in response, pouring coffee into a chipped mug. "Late shift at the
convenience store. Got home around two."

Jimin frowned. "That's the third time this week. You can't keep going like this, Kook."

"Don't have much choice," Jungkook replied, taking a sip of the coffee. It was bitter and too
strong, but it would do the job. "Unless you know where I can find a money tree."

Jimin hesitated, then sat at the small table that served as both dining area and desk. "Actually,
I might have something for you. A... job opportunity."

Something in his tone made Jungkook look up. "What kind of opportunity?"

"The kind that pays well," Jimin said, his voice casual, but his eyes watchful. "Really well."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "I'm not selling drugs, Jimin."

Jimin laughed. "God, no. Nothing like that." He pulled out his phone and opened an app. "It's
this service I've been using. For meeting... certain types of people."

Jungkook took the phone, his tired brain trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The app
was sleek, minimalist. "Sweet Arrangements," the header read. "Where mutually beneficial
relationships begin."

"Is this..." Jungkook looked up, his eyes wide. "Are you a sugar baby?"
Jimin shrugged, unembárrassed. "For about six months now. It's how I afford that Gucci
jacket you were drooling over last week."

Jungkook stared at his friend, trying to reconcile this new information with everything he
knew about Jimin. They'd been friends since university, and while Jimin had always been
more fashion-forward than his modest salary should allow, Jungkook had assumed it was just
good budgeting skills.

"It's not what you think," Jimin continued, taking his phone back. "Most of the time, it's just
companionship. Dinner dates, events where they need someone presentable on their arm.
Some of them are just lonely."

"And the rest of the time?" Jungkook asked, his voice low.

Jimin met his gaze evenly. "That's up to you. You set your own boundaries. But even for just
the companionship part, the allowance is more than what you make in a month at both your
jobs."

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. The idea was shocking, but the
numbers in his bank account flashed before his eyes. His mother's medication costs. The
upcoming rent. The student loans that seemed to grow despite his payments.

"I don't know, Jimin," he said finally. "It seems... complicated."

"It can be," Jimin admitted. "But it can also be simple. You meet someone, you establish
terms, you provide what they're looking for within your comfort zone." He leaned forward.
"Just think about it. You're working yourself to exhaustion, and for what? To barely scrape
by?"

Jungkook glanced at the clock and cursed. "I need to shower. I'm going to be late."

Jimin stood up. "I'll let you get ready. But the offer stands. I can help you set up a profile if
you want."

After Jimin left, Jungkook rushed through his morning routine, his friend's words echoing in
his mind. As he pulled on his uniform, his phone pinged with a message from his mother.

"The doctor wants to try a new treatment. Insurance won't cover it. I told him we'd think
about it."

Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against the wall. The new treatment would be
expensive. Everything was expensive. And he was so, so tired.

He picked up his phone and texted Jimin.

"Tell me more about this app."

As he locked his apartment door behind him, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that he was
stepping onto a path that would change everything. But with his options dwindling and his
desperation growing, what choice did he really have?
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First Impressions
Jungkook stared at his reflection in the hotel elevator's mirrored wall, barely recognizing
himself. Gone was the exhausted café worker in a stained apron. In his place stood a young
man in fitted black slacks and a crisp white button-down that Jimin had insisted brought out
his "natural Omega allure."

It had been two weeks since he'd created his profile on Sweet Arrangements. Two weeks of
meticulous coaching from Jimin on how to present himself, how to communicate, how to set
boundaries. The profile had garnered immediate interest—his youth and university education
apparently made him desirable in a market saturated with experienced sugar babies.

But he had turned down all offers until this one.

User "V" had been different from the start. No explicit requests, no invasive questions about
his appearance or sexual history. Just polite conversation that gradually led to an invitation to
meet at one of Seoul's most exclusive hotels. The offer was generous: 500,000 won just for
the meeting, regardless of the outcome.

The elevator chimed as it reached the penthouse floor. Jungkook took a deep breath,
straightening his shoulders the way Jimin had taught him. Act confident even when you're not.
Alphas respond to confidence.

The hallway was silent, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps as he approached the suite
number he'd been given. Before he could knock, the door opened.

Jungkook found himself face to face with one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
She was petite but carried herself with unmistakable poise, her dark hair falling in elegant
waves around a heart-shaped face. Her scent—subtle notes of jasmine and vanilla—identified
her as an Omega like himself.

This was not what he had expected.

"Jeon Jungkook?" she asked, her voice melodious but guarded.

He nodded, momentarily speechless.

"Please, come in." She stepped aside, gesturing into the suite. "I'm Soha."

Confusion clouded Jungkook's mind as he entered. The suite was expansive, with floor-to-
ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Seoul. Subtle luxury permeated every detail,
from the artwork on the walls to the fresh flowers arranged in crystal vases.

And standing by the window, his back to the door, was a man.
He turned as Jungkook entered, and Jungkook felt his breath catch. The man was undeniably
Alpha—it wasn't just his scent, a complex blend of sandalwood and something uniquely his
own, but the way he occupied space, as if the very air around him acknowledged his
presence.

"Mr. Jeon," he said, his voice deep and controlled. "Thank you for coming. I'm Kim
Taehyung."

The name triggered a memory—a business magazine Jungkook had flipped through during a
break at the café. Kim Taehyung, heir to Kim Enterprises, one of South Korea's largest
conglomerates. Which meant the woman was...

"Please, sit down," Soha said, indicating the seating area. "Would you like something to
drink? Water? Tea?"

"Water, please," Jungkook managed, his mouth suddenly dry. He sat on the edge of a sleek
leather armchair, painfully aware of his own nervousness.

Taehyung remained standing, his gaze analytical as he studied Jungkook. "Your profile
mentioned you're a university graduate. What did you study?"

"Music composition," Jungkook replied, accepting the water glass Soha handed him. "With a
minor in business."

"An interesting combination," Taehyung commented.

"My parents insisted on the business minor," Jungkook explained, then wished he hadn't. It
felt too personal, too revealing of the constant tension between his passion and practicality.

Soha sat across from him, her posture perfect. "Jungkook, I'm sure you're wondering why we
asked to meet you."

He nodded, taking a sip of water to steady himself.

"What we're about to discuss requires absolute discretion," Taehyung said, finally taking a
seat beside his wife. "Before we continue, we need your assurance that anything said in this
room will remain confidential."

"Of course," Jungkook said automatically, though his curiosity was piqued. The presence of
Taehyung's wife changed everything about this meeting. Whatever they wanted from him, it
wasn't the typical arrangement Jimin had described.

Soha and Taehyung exchanged a look—a silent communication that spoke of years together.

"We're looking for a surrogate," Soha said directly, her eyes fixed on Jungkook's face,
watching for his reaction.

Jungkook blinked, certain he had misheard. "A... surrogate?"

"Yes," Taehyung confirmed. "We've been trying to conceive for several years without
success. Medical interventions have failed. Surrogacy is our best option."

Jungkook's mind raced to catch up. This was as far from what he'd expected as possible. "I
don't understand. Why me? Why not go through a proper agency?"

"Privacy," Soha answered. "An agency means paperwork, multiple parties involved, potential
leaks to the press. Our families..." She hesitated. "There are expectations. Complications. We
need someone who understands the value of discretion and who is willing to enter into a
private arrangement."

Jungkook set his glass down carefully. "I'm not sure I'm following. You want me to... carry
your baby?" The words felt bizarre leaving his mouth.

"Yes," Taehyung said simply. "We would compensate you generously. More than enough to
cover your current financial needs and secure your future for several years."

Jungkook's heart hammered in his chest. This was insane. He had come here expecting to
discuss being a companion to a wealthy Alpha. Now they were asking him to be the vessel
for their child?

"I don't—I've never—" He struggled to form a coherent response. "This isn't what the app is
for."

"We're aware," Soha said, her voice gentle. "But when we saw your profile—your age, your
education, your apparent good health—you seemed ideal. And the app provided a discreet
way to make initial contact."

Jungkook stood up suddenly, needing to move, to think. "This is a lot to process. I came here
expecting something completely different."

"We understand," Taehyung said, his tone revealing nothing of his thoughts. "And we're not
asking for an immediate answer. Take some time to consider it. As promised, you'll be
compensated for today regardless of your decision."

Soha reached for a folder on the coffee table and extended it toward Jungkook. "This outlines
our proposal. The compensation, the timeline, the medical procedures involved, and the legal
protections for all parties."

Jungkook hesitated before taking the folder. "Legal protections?"

"A contract that ensures you have no claim to the child, but also protects your rights during
the pregnancy," Taehyung explained. "Everything would be handled by our personal attorney.
Completely confidential."

Jungkook's fingers closed around the folder. "And if I say no?"

"Then we part ways," Soha said. "No hard feelings. We'll continue our search."
Something in her voice—a carefully concealed desperation—made Jungkook pause. He
looked between them, really seeing them for the first time. Behind Taehyung's controlled
exterior and Soha's poised demeanor, there was a shared exhaustion, a weight they carried
together.

"How long have you been trying?" he found himself asking.

Soha's facade cracked slightly. "Five years. Four rounds of IVF. Countless specialists." She
looked down at her hands. "I can't carry a child to term. My body won't allow it."

The raw pain in her admission struck Jungkook unexpectedly. He thought of his own mother,
her determination to provide for him even through illness, her sacrifices. The latest medical
bill flashed through his mind.

"I'll think about it," he said finally, tucking the folder under his arm.

Relief crossed Soha's features. "Thank you. That's all we ask."

Taehyung stood, reaching into his jacket to withdraw an envelope. "As agreed, for your time
today."

Jungkook accepted the envelope, the weight of it a reminder of why he was here in the first
place. "How do I contact you? If I decide..."

"My number is in the folder," Taehyung said. "Call anytime."

As Jungkook left the suite, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The elevator
descended, carrying him back to reality—to his two jobs, his struggling mother, his mounting
debts. The envelope in his pocket contained more money than he made in two weeks of
grueling shifts.

And the folder promised a way out of his financial nightmare.

But at what cost?

"They want you to be their what?" Jimin's voice rose to a pitch that made several café patrons
turn to stare.

"Keep it down," Jungkook hissed, glancing around nervously. They were in a café far from
their neighborhood, chosen specifically for this conversation.
"Sorry," Jimin lowered his voice. "But you have to admit this is insane. You went in
expecting a standard arrangement and they asked you to carry their baby?"

Jungkook nodded, absently stirring his untouched americano. "I know how it sounds."

"It sounds like the plot of a drama, that's how it sounds," Jimin said, leaning back in his chair.
"Did you look at the contract?"

"Not yet." The folder sat on the table between them, unopened. Jungkook had been carrying
it for two days, simultaneously drawn to and repelled by its contents.

Jimin reached for it, raising an eyebrow in question. When Jungkook nodded, he opened it
and began scanning the documents inside.

"Holy shit," he whispered after a few moments. "Kook, do you see these numbers?"

Jungkook leaned forward to look at the page Jimin was pointing to. The compensation figure
made his heart skip a beat.

"That's..." He couldn't even say it out loud.

"Life-changing money," Jimin finished for him. "You could pay off your student loans, cover
your mom's medical bills for years, maybe even buy a small apartment instead of renting."

It was true. The amount was staggering—especially for someone who had been counting won
coins to afford bus fare.

"But it's my body, Jimin. Nine months of my life. And a child—their child—growing inside
me."

Jimin flipped through more pages. "Says here all medical expenses are covered. You'd live in
a separate apartment they provide. Monthly allowance on top of the full payment." He looked
up at Jungkook. "And it says the method would be artificial insemination."

Jungkook felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He hadn't even considered the mechanics of how he
would become pregnant. The entire concept was still too abstract.

"I don't know if I can do this," he admitted. "It's not just the pregnancy. It's... handing over a
baby at the end. A baby that's biologically mine, at least partly."

"The contract says you'd have no legal rights," Jimin pointed out. "And genetically, it
wouldn't be yours. They'd use the husband's sperm and a donor egg."

Jungkook frowned. "Still. I'd be carrying it. Feeling it grow, move."

"True," Jimin conceded. "It's a huge decision." He closed the folder and pushed it back
toward Jungkook. "But think about it this way: you'd be helping them create something they
desperately want. And setting yourself up financially in the process."
Jungkook's phone vibrated with a text. It was his mother, sending a photo of her latest
hospital bill. The amount due made his stomach sink.

Jimin watched his friend's face change as he read the message. "Your mom's treatment?"

Jungkook nodded, putting the phone away. "The new medication isn't working as well as they
hoped. They want to try something else."

"Something more expensive, I'm guessing."

"Always." Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration he'd been repeating
often lately.

They sat in silence for a moment, the ambient café noise filling the space between them.

"You know," Jimin finally said, "when I suggested the app, I thought you might get a nice
Alpha who'd take you to dinner and help with your rent. I didn't expect... this." He gestured to
the folder. "But maybe it's the universe offering you a solution. A weird, complicated
solution, but still."

Jungkook picked up the folder, feeling its weight—literal and metaphorical. "I need to think
about it. Really think about it."

"Of course you do," Jimin reached across the table to squeeze his friend's hand. "Whatever
you decide, I'm here for you. But Kook?" He waited until Jungkook met his eyes. "Don't say
no just because you're scared. Say no because it's wrong for you."

As they left the café, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the street. Jungkook
clutched the folder to his chest, the decision looming over him like a gathering storm. In his
pocket, his phone vibrated again—another message from his mother, this one apologizing for
bothering him with the bill.

That night, after his shift at the convenience store, Jungkook sat cross-legged on his bed and
finally read through every page of the contract. The technical language was dense, but the
essence was clear: his body in exchange for financial security.

At 2 AM, he reached for his phone and dialed the number Taehyung had given him.

It rang only once before Taehyung answered, his voice alert despite the hour. "Jungkook."

"I have some questions," Jungkook said, surprising himself with the steadiness of his voice.
"Before I can give you an answer."

"Of course," Taehyung replied. "Would you like to meet again?"

"Yes," Jungkook said. "But this time, I want to speak with your doctor as well. I need to
understand exactly what I'd be agreeing to."

There was a brief silence on the other end. "I'll arrange it. Tomorrow?"
Jungkook thought of his shifts, the managers who would be angry if he called out again, the
tips he would lose. Then he thought of his mother's medical bills, the relentless pressure of
his debts.

"Tomorrow," he confirmed.

After hanging up, Jungkook lay awake, staring at the cracked ceiling of his tiny apartment.
Outside, Seoul continued its restless pulse—a city that never fully slept, full of people
making difficult choices every day.

He wondered how many of them were contemplating decisions as life-altering as his.

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Complications
Dr. Min Yoongi's office bore little resemblance to the sterile medical facilities Jungkook was
accustomed to. Located in the penthouse floor of a discreet building in Gangnam, it featured
warm lighting, comfortable furniture, and artwork that likely cost more than Jungkook's
annual rent. It felt more like a luxury apartment than a doctor's office—which, Jungkook
supposed, was exactly the point. Privacy and comfort for patients who could afford both.

Jungkook sat stiffly on a plush chair, acutely aware of the three pairs of eyes on him: Dr.
Min's analytical gaze, Soha's hopeful one, and Taehyung's—intense, unreadable.

"As I was explaining," Dr. Min continued in his measured voice, "the process would typically
involve harvesting eggs from a donor, fertilizing them with Mr. Kim's sperm, and then
implanting the embryo in your uterus." The doctor's hands were folded calmly on his desk.
"However, given Mrs. Kim's medical history and the failure of previous IVF attempts, I
would recommend a different approach."

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably. "Different how?"

Dr. Min's eyes flicked briefly toward Taehyung and Soha. "There's something we need to
discuss that wasn't covered in your initial conversation. Research has shown that with certain
Alpha-Omega pairings, artificial insemination isn't always effective. The success rate drops
significantly compared to... natural conception."

The implication hung in the air like a storm cloud. Jungkook felt his face grow hot.

"Natural conception?" he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Soha's hand tightened visibly around Taehyung's arm. Her face had paled.

"You're suggesting sexual intercourse," Taehyung stated flatly, addressing Dr. Min.

The doctor nodded, his expression remaining professionally neutral. "Yes. Given the urgency
you've expressed, and the medical history involved, it would provide the highest probability
of success. Alpha-Omega natural conception rates are significantly higher, particularly during
an Omega's heat cycle."

Jungkook's mind reeled. He had come prepared to discuss artificial procedures, clinical and
detached. This was something else entirely.

"That wasn't part of our agreement," he said, finding his voice. "I didn't—I never considered
—"

"Neither did we," Soha interjected. Her voice was steady, but Jungkook could smell the
distress in her scent—sharp and acrid beneath her usual jasmine notes.
Dr. Min leaned back slightly. "I understand this is unexpected. I'm simply presenting the
medical facts. Given the unique circumstances and Mr. Kim's particular alpha lineage traits,
natural conception would be the most effective approach."

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, whose expression remained inscrutable, though a muscle in

his jaw twitched. Their eyes met briefly before Jungkook looked away, the tension in the
room becoming unbearable.

"I think we need time to process this information," Taehyung said finally. "Separately."

Dr. Min nodded. "Of course. This is a significant adjustment to what you all had envisioned."
He stood, signaling the end of the consultation. "Take whatever time you need. My team and
I are available when you're ready to proceed—with whichever method you choose."

Outside the doctor's office, the three of them stood in awkward silence. The hallway seemed
too narrow suddenly, the air too thick.

"I'll have my driver take you home," Taehyung said to Jungkook. His voice was controlled,
giving nothing away of his thoughts.

"I can take the subway," Jungkook replied, desperate to be alone, to think.

"It's no trouble," Taehyung insisted, already pulling out his phone.

"I said I'll take the subway." Jungkook's voice was sharper than intended. He took a breath,
steadying himself. "Please. I need some time to think."

Soha touched her husband's arm, a silent communication passing between them. Taehyung
nodded once, putting his phone away.

"Call us when you've made your decision," he said. "Either way."

Jungkook watched them walk away, Taehyung's hand resting protectively on the small of
Soha's back. They moved together with the ease of long familiarity, two parts of a whole.
And here he was, being asked to insert himself into the most intimate aspect of their
marriage.

The subway car was crowded, forcing Jungkook to stand pressed against other commuters.
The physical discomfort matched his mental state. Each stop brought a new wave of
thoughts, doubts, questions.

Sexual intercourse with Kim Taehyung. A man he barely knew. A married man.

The practical side of his brain tried to rationalize it: it would be clinical, a means to an end.
But the rest of him—the part that had never been with anyone that way—recoiled at the idea
of his first time being so... transactional.

And what about Soha? The look on her face in the doctor's office haunted him. This wasn't
what any of them had signed up for.
By the time Jungkook reached his stop, he had convinced himself to refuse the arrangement.
The money wasn't worth the emotional cost—to any of them.

He was so lost in thought that he almost collided with someone waiting on the platform.

"Jungkook-ah!"

He looked up to find his mother standing before him, surprise and delight lighting up her
features. She looked better than when he'd last seen her—there was more color in her cheeks,
though she was still too thin.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She pulled him into a hug. "I had an appointment nearby. I was just about to call you—the
doctor has good news!"

Twenty minutes later, they sat in a small café near the station, his mother animatedly
explaining her latest test results.

"The new treatment is working," she said, her eyes bright with hope for the first time in
months. "Dr. Park says if we continue, there's a real possibility of remission. But..." Her
excitement dimmed slightly. "It's expensive, Kookie. More than before."

Jungkook forced a smile. "That's amazing news about the treatment. We'll figure out the
money somehow. We always do."

His mother reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "You're already working too hard. I
see how exhausted you are. Maybe I should try to find work again, something part-time—"

"No," Jungkook said firmly. "The last time you pushed yourself, you ended up back in the
hospital. Focus on getting better. I'll handle the finances."

"But how?" she asked, concern furrowing her brow. "Your paychecks are barely covering our
current expenses."

Jungkook looked at his mother—at the woman who had sacrificed everything for him after
his father left, who had worked three jobs to put him through school, who had never once
complained about her illness despite the pain he knew she endured. The decision that had
seemed impossible an hour ago suddenly crystallized into clarity.

"I have an opportunity," he said carefully. "A new job. It pays very well."

His mother's eyes widened. "What kind of job?"

"It's... complicated." Jungkook searched for words that wouldn't be lies but wouldn't reveal
the truth either. "It's for a wealthy family. Sort of a... personal assistant position. But it would
require me to live in their residence for several months."

"Live in?" His mother's brow furrowed. "Is it safe? Legitimate?"

"Yes," Jungkook assured her. "They're a respected family. Everything would be covered by a
legal contract."

She studied his face, maternal instinct sensing there was more to the story. "This seems
sudden. Are you sure about this?"

No, he wanted to say. I'm terrified. Instead, he nodded. "I'm sure. It's a chance to get ahead
financially. To make sure you can continue your treatment without worry."

His mother's eyes glistened. "You've already sacrificed so much for me."

"I haven't sacrificed anything," Jungkook insisted. "You're my mother. Taking care of you
isn't a sacrifice."

Later that night, after seeing his mother to her bus, Jungkook stood on the bridge overlooking
the Han River. The city lights reflected off the dark water, thousands of glittering points that
blurred as his eyes unfocused.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Taehyung's number.

"Jungkook," Taehyung answered immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the call.

"I have conditions," Jungkook said without preamble. "If I agree to this."

There was a moment of silence. "Go on."

"The financial terms need to be adjusted. Half of the payment upfront. I need to pay for my
mother's medical treatment."

"That can be arranged."

"And..." Jungkook took a deep breath, staring out at the river. "The other aspect—what Dr.
Min suggested. It would only happen during my heat cycles. Clinical. Scheduled. No... no
extra intimacy."

Taehyung's voice was even. "I understand."

"And Soha needs to be completely comfortable with this. If at any point she's not, we stop
everything."

"She and I have discussed it extensively," Taehyung said. "It was her suggestion that we
proceed, if you were willing."

That surprised Jungkook. He'd expected resistance from Soha, not endorsement. "I want to
hear that from her directly."

"Of course. Can you meet tomorrow? At our home, not the hotel. If we're going to do this,
you should see where you'd be staying."
Jungkook closed his eyes. This was it—the point of no return. "Text me the address. I'll be
there."

After hanging up, he remained on the bridge for a long time, watching the flow of the river
below, constant and unchanging despite the chaos of the city around it. His phone vibrated
with an incoming text—the address, in an area of Seoul he'd only ever seen in magazines and
dramas.

As he finally turned to leave, a familiar voice called out to him.

"I thought I might find you here."

Jimin leaned against the railing a few feet away, offering a small smile.

"How did you know?" Jungkook asked.

"You always come to the river when you have big decisions to make," Jimin said, moving
closer. "Ever since university. So? Have you decided?"

Jungkook nodded slowly. "I'm going to do it."

Jimin studied his friend's face. "The whole thing? Including the... natural method?"

"Yes."

"That's a huge step, Kook. Are you sure?"

"My mom's treatment is working," Jungkook explained. "But it's expensive. More than
before. This arrangement... it could change everything for her. For us."

Jimin was quiet for a moment. "You know you're allowed to think about yourself too, right?
Not just your mom."

Jungkook gave a hollow laugh. "What does it matter? It's just sex. People do it all the time."

"Not you," Jimin said gently. "You've never... This would be your first time."

"So? It's not like I've been saving myself for true love or something." The words came out
more bitter than Jungkook intended.

"Haven't you, though?" Jimin asked. "All those people who asked you out in university, the
ones who flirt with you at the café. You always said you were too busy, but I think you were
waiting for something special."

Jungkook didn't respond, his throat tight with emotions he couldn't name.

"I just don't want you to regret this," Jimin continued. "Sex changes things. Especially for
Omegas. And especially the first time."
"I know what I'm doing," Jungkook insisted, though he wasn't entirely sure that was true.
"Besides, it's not like I have a lot of options. Unless you know another way to make that kind
of money quickly?"

Jimin sighed, recognizing the stubbornness in his friend's voice. "No, I don't." He bumped
Jungkook's shoulder with his own. "If you're set on this, then I support you. But promise me
something?"

"What?"

"Be careful. Not just physically. Emotionally." Jimin's expression was serious. "I've seen
arrangements get messy when feelings get involved. And with what you're agreeing to... it's a
risk."

"It won't be a problem," Jungkook assured him. "This is strictly business. For all of us."

Jimin didn't look convinced, but he nodded. "Want me to help you pack?"

"Not yet. I'm meeting them tomorrow to see where I'd be staying. Then we'll finalize
everything."

They walked together toward the subway station, the night air cool against their faces.
Jungkook found himself wondering what Taehyung and Soha's home would be like. Would it
be warm and personal, or sterile and pristine like many wealthy homes he'd seen in
magazines? Would there be photos of them together, evidence of their life before him?

Before he could dwell on these thoughts, Jimin spoke again. "You know what this means,
right?"

"What?"

"You'll have to quit both your jobs. No more dealing with that jerk manager at the café who
keeps scheduling you for doubles."

Despite everything, Jungkook laughed. "That's true. I won't miss that."

"And you'll finally get to rest. When was the last time you slept more than five hours?"

"I can't even remember."

"See? Silver linings." Jimin nudged him playfully. "And hey, maybe Kim Taehyung is really
good in bed. That would be a bonus."

"Jimin!" Jungkook felt his face flush hot.

"What? I'm just saying. If you have to do it, might as well enjoy it."

Jungkook shook his head, but found himself unexpectedly considering the possibility. He'd
seen how Taehyung moved, with a natural grace and confidence. How his hands—elegant
with long fingers—gestured when he spoke. The depth of his voice.
He quickly banished the thoughts. This wasn't about attraction or pleasure. It was a business
arrangement, clinical and practical. Anything else would just complicate an already complex
situation.

As they reached the station, Jimin pulled him into a tight hug. "Call me tomorrow after the
meeting? I want to hear everything."

"I will."

"And Kook?" Jimin pulled back to look him in the eye. "If at any point you want out, you call
me. Day or night. I'll come get you."

Jungkook nodded, grateful for his friend's unwavering support. "I know."

Later, lying in his bed, sleep eluded him. Tomorrow he would see the place that would
become his temporary home. Tomorrow he would confirm his agreement to carry Kim
Taehyung's child. Tomorrow the course of his life would change irrevocably.

He placed a hand on his flat stomach, trying to imagine what it would feel like months from
now—swollen with life, a child growing within him. A child he would have to give away.

A child that would be created through intimacy with a man who was not his, who belonged to
someone else, who was doing this out of duty rather than desire.

Duty rather than desire. The phrase echoed in his mind as he finally drifted toward uneasy
sleep. That was what this arrangement was for all of them. Wasn't it?

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Threshold
The Kim residence was not what Jungkook had expected.

He had imagined something ostentatious—a sprawling mansion with ornate furnishings and
cold, echoing halls. Instead, the private elevator opened directly into a spacious penthouse
apartment that, while undeniably luxurious, felt surprisingly warm. Floor-to-ceiling windows
revealed a breathtaking panorama of Seoul, but the interior was filled with comfortable
furniture, thoughtfully arranged art, and subtle personal touches.

"Come in," Soha said, gesturing for him to follow. She wore a simple cashmere sweater and
tailored slacks, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail—more casual than he'd seen her
before. "Taehyung will join us shortly. He's finishing a call."

Jungkook stepped further into the apartment, taking everything in. The space was modern yet
welcoming, with warm wood tones balancing the contemporary design. Fresh flowers
adorned several surfaces, their scent mingling pleasantly with the apartment's air.

"Would you like something to drink?" Soha asked, leading him toward the kitchen area—a
sleek, open-concept space that flowed into the living room.

"Water is fine," Jungkook replied, still feeling out of place despite the home's welcoming
atmosphere.

As Soha filled a glass, Jungkook noticed a collection of framed photos on a nearby shelf. He
was drawn to one in particular—Taehyung and Soha, much younger, laughing together on
what appeared to be a beach. Their happiness was palpable even through the photograph.

"That was our honeymoon," Soha said, noticing his gaze as she handed him the water. "Jeju
Island, six years ago."

Jungkook accepted the glass with a murmured thanks. "You look happy."

"We were." A wistful smile crossed her face. "We still are, in many ways. Just... different
now."

The honesty of her statement hung in the air between them. Before Jungkook could respond,
footsteps approached from the hallway.

Taehyung entered, dressed casually in a soft gray sweater and dark jeans. He looked different
here in his home—more relaxed, less the imposing businessman and more simply a man.

"Jungkook," he greeted with a slight nod. "Thank you for coming."

"I wanted to see the place," Jungkook replied, striving for a business-like tone despite his
inner nervousness. "If I'm going to live here for months, I need to know what I'm agreeing
to."

"Of course," Taehyung said. "We'll show you everything, including where you would stay."

What followed was a tour of the sprawling apartment. The main living area Jungkook had
already seen connected to a formal dining room, a home office, a small library, and the
master suite. Then Taehyung led him down another hallway.

"This would be your room," he said, opening a door to reveal a spacious bedroom with its
own en-suite bathroom. Unlike the rest of the apartment, this room felt unused—beautifully
furnished but lacking personal touches. A guest room, waiting for occupation.

Jungkook stepped inside, noting the large bed, comfortable seating area, and private balcony.
The bathroom was equally luxurious, with a deep soaking tub and separate shower.

"You would have complete privacy here," Soha explained from the doorway. "This wing of
the apartment is separate from our bedroom suite."

Jungkook tried to imagine himself living in this space—waking up in that bed, watching the
city from that balcony, growing round with child as the months passed. It felt surreal.

"There's more," Taehyung said, beckoning him back to the hallway. "Next door is a room that
could be converted into whatever you need—a studio, perhaps? Soha mentioned you studied
music composition."

He opened another door to reveal a smaller room, currently set up as a simple office with a
desk and bookshelves.

"We thought you might want a space to continue your work while you're here," Soha added.
"We wouldn't expect you to put your life entirely on hold."

The thoughtfulness caught Jungkook off guard. They had considered his needs beyond the
purely practical aspects of the arrangement.

Once the tour concluded, they returned to the living area, where Soha had prepared tea. They
sat around the coffee table, an awkward triangle of uncertain social dynamics.

"Before we discuss anything else," Jungkook began, looking directly at Soha, "I need to hear
from you that you're comfortable with... with the method Dr. Min recommended." He
couldn't quite bring himself to say it more explicitly.

Soha set down her teacup carefully. "When we first considered surrogacy, this wasn't what I
envisioned," she admitted. "The idea of my husband being intimate with someone else—"
She paused, collecting herself. "It's not easy. But after five years of failed attempts, after
watching our dream of a family slip further away with each negative test..." She looked at
Taehyung, something profound passing between them. "We've discussed it extensively. And
yes, I'm as comfortable with it as I can be, given the circumstances."

Jungkook nodded slowly, studying her face for any signs of uncertainty. "And if at any point
that changes?"
"Then we reevaluate," Taehyung said firmly. "This only works if all three of us are in
agreement every step of the way."

"Which brings us to the practical aspects," Soha continued, reaching for a folder on the coffee
table. "We've revised the contract based on your conditions. Half the payment upfront, as
requested. The rest upon delivery of a healthy child."

Jungkook accepted the folder, skimming the contents. The numbers still made his head swim
—enough to cover his mother's treatment for years, with plenty left over to secure his own
future.

"The... intimate aspects would be limited to your heat cycles," Taehyung stated, his voice
neutral and professional. "Dr. Min estimates that conception would be most likely to occur
within the first two cycles, given your age and health."

Jungkook felt heat rise to his face. "And if it doesn't work?"

"Then we continue trying for up to six months," Soha answered. "If no pregnancy occurs in
that time frame, we would reevaluate the arrangement."

Jungkook nodded, trying to maintain the same clinical detachment they were displaying,
though his heart raced at the implications of what they were discussing.

"There's one more thing," he said, looking between them. "My next heat cycle is due in
approximately two weeks. If we're going to do this, I should move in before then. But I need
some time to settle my affairs—give notice at my jobs, explain to my mother why I'm
moving out, pack my things."

"That's reasonable," Taehyung agreed. "We can have everything ready for you by the end of
this week, if that works for you."

"It does." Jungkook took a deep breath, then extended his hand. "Then we have an
agreement."

Taehyung's hand closed around his, warm and firm. The simple touch sent an unexpected
shiver up Jungkook's arm that he quickly suppressed.

"We have an agreement," Taehyung echoed.

The week passed in a whirlwind. Jungkook quit both his jobs, packed his meager belongings,
and spent a day with his mother explaining his new "employment opportunity" in carefully
selected half-truths. Jimin helped him move, his friend's face a mixture of concern and forced
cheerfulness as they loaded his few possessions into a taxi.

"Remember what I said," Jimin murmured as they hugged goodbye outside the Kims'
building. "Call me anytime. Day or night."

"I will," Jungkook promised, his stomach fluttering with nervousness. "It's going to be fine.
It's just a business arrangement."

Jimin gave him a long look. "Just be careful, Kook. With all of it—your body and your
heart."

Before Jungkook could respond, a uniformed doorman approached to help with his luggage,
and the moment was gone.

Settling into the penthouse was a strange experience. The guest room—his room now—felt
both luxurious and alien. He unpacked slowly, his few possessions looking out of place
among the high-end furnishings. His clothes barely filled a quarter of the walk-in closet. His
laptop seemed small and outdated on the elegant desk.

Dinner that first night was an awkward affair. They ate at the kitchen island rather than the
formal dining room, but the tension remained palpable. Conversation was stilted, focused
mainly on practical matters—the apartment's routines, security protocols, meal preferences.

"You're welcome to use any of the common areas at any time," Soha told him as they cleared
their plates. "The kitchen, living room, library. Please don't feel confined to your bedroom."

"And if you need anything, just let us know," Taehyung added. "Our housekeeper comes
three times a week, but she's discreet. She's been with us for years and understands the
importance of privacy."

Jungkook nodded, still feeling like a guest rather than someone who would be living here for
months. "Thank you. I think I'll turn in early tonight, if that's okay. It's been a long day."

That night, lying in the unfamiliar bed—far more comfortable than his own worn mattress—
Jungkook stared at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of the city below. Somewhere else
in the apartment, Taehyung and Soha were together in their bedroom, living their married
life. And here he was, an interloper waiting to fulfill his purpose.

The days that followed established a cautious routine. Taehyung left early for work most
mornings, returning in the evening. Soha split her time between charity work, social
obligations, and the apartment. Jungkook found himself with more free time than he'd had in
years.

At Soha's encouragement, he set up a small music workstation in the extra room, bringing out
his keyboard and composition notebooks that had gathered dust over the past two years. To
his surprise, music began to flow again—hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence.
Having time to create without the pressure of exhaustion was a luxury he had forgotten.
Gradually, the awkwardness between them began to ease. Meals became less tense affairs.
Jungkook learned that Soha was an avid reader with a passion for historical fiction.
Taehyung, despite his corporate demeanor, had an unexpected interest in photography and art.
They learned that Jungkook could cook, a skill developed from years of taking care of his
mother, and occasionally he prepared meals that earned genuine appreciation from both of
them.

But beneath the developing civility, an awareness hummed—the countdown to Jungkook's

heat cycle continued, bringing them closer to the true purpose of their arrangement.

Ten days after moving in, Jungkook felt the first warning signs—a slight elevation in his
body temperature, increased sensitivity to scents, particularly alpha scents. Taehyung's
presence in a room would suddenly make his skin prickle with awareness. If Taehyung
noticed these changes, he gave no indication, maintaining his polite distance.

That evening, Jungkook found Soha alone in the kitchen, preparing tea.

"Can I speak with you?" he asked hesitantly.

She looked up, offering a small smile. "Of course. Tea?"

He nodded, taking a seat at the island counter as she poured a second cup. "It's about my heat.
I think it will start within the next two to three days."

Soha's hands stilled momentarily before resuming their movements. "I see. Have you
discussed this with Taehyung?"

"Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first." Jungkook wrapped his hands around the warm teacup.
"Are you still... okay with this?"

Soha looked at him directly, her gaze steady. "Yes. We made an agreement, and my position
hasn't changed." She hesitated, then added, "But I appreciate you checking."

"I just want to make sure we're all on the same page," Jungkook said. "About expectations.
About... boundaries."

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

Jungkook took a breath. "I think it would be better if you weren't here in the apartment when
it happens. Not because—" he hurried to add, "—not because I want to exclude you, but
because I think it would be difficult. For all of us."

Soha nodded slowly. "I had actually come to the same conclusion. I've arranged to stay with
my sister for a few days when the time comes."

"Thank you," Jungkook said, relief evident in his voice. "And afterward, we go back to how
things are now. Professional. Respectful."

"Of course." Soha studied him for a moment. "Jungkook, have you ever experienced a heat
with an alpha present?"
The direct question caught him off guard. "No," he admitted. "I've always managed them
alone."

Something like concern crossed Soha's face. "It can be... intense. Especially with a
compatible alpha. You should be prepared for that."

Jungkook felt heat rise to his cheeks. "I know the biology," he said, more defensively than he
intended.

"Biology is one thing. Experience is another." Soha's voice was gentle, almost maternal.
"Just... be ready for the possibility that it might affect you more strongly than you anticipate."

Before Jungkook could respond, they heard the front door open, signaling Taehyung's return
from work. Their conversation ended, but Soha's warning lingered in Jungkook's mind.

The next evening, Jungkook found Taehyung alone in his home office, reviewing documents.

"Do you have a moment?" Jungkook asked from the doorway.

Taehyung looked up, setting aside his tablet. "Of course. Come in."

Jungkook entered, suddenly aware of the room's confined space and Taehyung's scent—
stronger here in his personal domain. He maintained his distance, remaining standing rather
than taking the chair opposite the desk.

"My heat will start tomorrow," he said without preamble. "Perhaps the day after, but most
likely tomorrow."

Taehyung's expression remained neutral, though his posture straightened slightly. "I see.
Thank you for letting me know."

"I've spoken with Soha. She's arranged to stay elsewhere during that time."

Taehyung nodded. "Yes, she mentioned that to me."

An awkward silence descended, the elephant in the room growing larger with each passing
second.

"I've never done this before," Jungkook finally admitted, looking somewhere past Taehyung's
shoulder rather than directly at him. "Been with an alpha during heat. Or... been with anyone
at all."

Something flashed in Taehyung's eyes—surprise, perhaps, or concern. "I wasn't aware," he

said carefully. "Are you still comfortable proceeding?"

"Yes," Jungkook said quickly. "I just thought you should know. So that you..." He trailed off,
unsure how to finish that sentence without embarrassing himself further.

"I'll be mindful," Taehyung assured him, his deep voice gentler than Jungkook had heard
before. "We can take things slowly. And if at any point you want to stop—"
"I won't," Jungkook interrupted. "This is why I'm here. To get pregnant."

Taehyung studied him for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. "Nevertheless, the offer
stands. Your comfort matters in this arrangement too."

Jungkook nodded stiffly, already regretting bringing up his inexperience. "Thank you. That's
all I wanted to say."

He turned to leave, but Taehyung's voice stopped him at the door.

"Jungkook."

He looked back.

"It's okay to be nervous," Taehyung said simply. "This is an unusual situation for both of us."

Something about the acknowledgment, the shared vulnerability in it, eased the tightness in
Jungkook's chest slightly. He managed a small nod before retreating to his room.

That night, sleep eluded him. His body temperature continued to rise, making even the
lightweight blankets uncomfortable. His skin felt hypersensitive, each brush of fabric against
it sending tiny shivers across his nerves. And beneath it all, a restlessness grew—the
biological imperative that had defined omega existence since the beginning of time.

By morning, there was no doubt. His heat had arrived.

Jungkook stayed in his room most of the day, emerging only when he heard the front door
close, signaling Soha's departure. The apartment felt different without her presence—emptier,
yet somehow more charged with tension. He ventured into the kitchen for water, his body
already running hot, movements sluggish and deliberate.

He found a note on the counter in elegant handwriting: "I'll be staying with my sister until
Friday. Take care of yourself. - Soha"

The simple message carried layers of meaning that Jungkook didn't have the mental capacity
to fully process. His heat was progressing faster than usual, his senses heightening with each
passing hour. The cool marble of the kitchen counter felt divine against his palms as he
leaned against it, drinking water greedily.

"How are you feeling?"

Taehyung's voice from the doorway made Jungkook nearly drop his glass. He hadn't heard
him approach—unusual given his currently heightened senses.

"I'm fine," Jungkook managed, though they both knew it wasn't entirely true. His scent was
changing, growing sweeter and more potent. Even he could smell it, and he knew Taehyung,
with his alpha senses, must be detecting it much more intensely.

Taehyung kept his distance, remaining in the doorway. He had changed out of his business
suit into more casual clothes—dark jeans and a simple white t-shirt that did little to diminish
his commanding presence.

"Is there anything you need?" Taehyung asked, his voice carefully controlled.

Jungkook shook his head. "Not yet. I'll... I'll let you know when..."

"When it's time," Taehyung finished for him. Their eyes met briefly before Jungkook looked
away, unable to withstand the intensity of Taehyung's gaze.

"Yes."

Taehyung nodded once. "I'll be in my office. Take whatever time you need."

Hours passed in a blur of increasing discomfort. Jungkook tried to distract himself with
music, with reading, with anything that might occupy his mind, but the heat continued to
build. His skin felt too tight, his clothes abrasive against his sensitized flesh. The emptiness
inside him grew, an aching need that no amount of self-control could fully suppress.

By evening, the cramps had started—the unmistakable signal that his body was ready,
desperately so. He paced his room, trying to delay the inevitable, but biology would not be
denied. The slick dampness between his thighs testified to his body's readiness, regardless of
his mental reservations.

With trembling hands, he texted Taehyung: "It's time."

The knock on his door came less than a minute later. Jungkook hesitated, suddenly overcome
with nervousness despite the biological imperative urging him forward.

"Come in," he finally called, his voice hoarse.

Taehyung entered slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. The moment he crossed the
threshold, Jungkook's senses were flooded with his scent—a potent mix of sandalwood and
something uniquely Taehyung, now enhanced by his body's response to an omega in heat. It
made Jungkook's knees weak, a whimper escaping his lips before he could stop it.

"We can still wait," Taehyung offered, though Jungkook could see the strain in his posture,
the effort it took to maintain control. Even in the dim light, he could see that Taehyung's
pupils were dilated, his breathing slightly elevated.

Jungkook shook his head. "No. I'm ready." He moved toward the bed, his movements less
coordinated than usual. "How do you want to...?"

"However is most comfortable for you," Taehyung answered, still keeping a careful distance.

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, uncertain. The clinical nature of their arrangement
seemed at odds with the primal urges coursing through his body. "I don't know what that is,"
he admitted softly.

Taehyung's expression softened in understanding. He approached slowly, stopping in front of

Jungkook. With gentle deliberation, he reached out and brushed Jungkook's sweat-dampened
hair from his forehead. The simple touch sent electricity through Jungkook's overwrought
nerves.

"We'll go slowly," Taehyung promised, his voice deeper than usual. "And you can tell me to
stop at any time."

Jungkook nodded, unable to form words as another wave of heat washed through him. His
body swayed involuntarily toward Taehyung, drawn by instinct and need.

Taehyung's hands moved to cup Jungkook's face, tilting it upward. Their eyes met—
Jungkook's wide and vulnerable, Taehyung's dark and intense but still controlled. Then, with
deliberate gentleness, Taehyung leaned down and pressed his lips to Jungkook's.

The first contact was tentative, almost questioning. Then Jungkook gasped against
Taehyung's mouth, and the kiss deepened, becoming something more urgent. Taehyung's
hands slid from Jungkook's face to his shoulders, then down his arms, leaving trails of fire in
their wake.

Jungkook had never been kissed before, had never known that a simple press of lips could
unravel him so completely. He reached up instinctively, hands grasping at Taehyung's shirt,
pulling him closer.

Taehyung broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. "May I?" he asked, fingers hovering at the
hem of Jungkook's t-shirt.

Jungkook nodded frantically, raising his arms to assist. The cool air against his heated skin
was momentary relief, immediately replaced by the searing heat of Taehyung's gaze traveling
across his exposed chest.

"You're beautiful," Taehyung murmured, the words seeming to escape without intent.

Under different circumstances, Jungkook might have blushed, might have deflected the
compliment. But in the grip of his heat, with desire clouding his thoughts, he simply reached
for Taehyung, pulling him down onto the bed.

What followed was a blur of sensation. Taehyung's shirt joining his on the floor. The contrast
of their skin as they pressed together—Taehyung's golden tan against Jungkook's paler tone.
Taehyung's lips trailing down his neck, across his collarbone, drawing sounds from Jungkook
that he didn't recognize as his own.

Through it all, Taehyung maintained a careful control, checking Jungkook's comfort with
glances and murmured questions. When his hand moved to the waistband of Jungkook's
sweatpants, he paused, waiting for permission.

"Please," Jungkook whispered, beyond embarrassment, beyond hesitation. His body's needs
had overwhelmed any remaining reservations.

Taehyung undressed him slowly, reverently, as if unwrapping something precious. When he

removed his own remaining clothing, Jungkook couldn't help but stare. Taehyung's body was
like a sculpture—lean muscle under smooth skin, powerful but not intimidating. The
evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss, and Jungkook felt a new wave of slick
between his thighs in response.

"Are you sure?" Taehyung asked one last time, hovering above him on the bed, his weight
supported on his forearms.

In answer, Jungkook reached up, pulling Taehyung down for another kiss. His legs parted
instinctively, making space for Taehyung between them.

The first touch of Taehyung's fingers between his legs drew a keening sound from Jungkook's
throat. He was beyond ready, his body having prepared itself thoroughly, but Taehyung was
determined to be gentle. He worked Jungkook open carefully, watching his face for any sign
of discomfort.

But there was none—only a building pleasure that had Jungkook arching his back, pressing
against Taehyung's fingers, silently begging for more.

When Taehyung finally positioned himself between Jungkook's thighs, the head of his
arousal pressing against Jungkook's entrance, he paused one last time. "Look at me," he
requested softly.

Jungkook's eyes, which had fallen closed in pleasure, opened to meet Taehyung's intense
gaze.

"I'll go slowly," Taehyung promised. "Tell me if it's too much."

Then he began to press forward, entering Jungkook with painstaking care. The stretch was
unfamiliar but not painful—Jungkook's body was made for this, especially during heat. Still,
Taehyung was generous in size, and Jungkook felt every inch as he was gradually filled.

Taehyung watched Jungkook's face intently, monitoring his reactions. When he was fully
seated, he stilled, allowing Jungkook time to adjust. "Breathe," he murmured, one hand
stroking Jungkook's hip soothingly.

Jungkook hadn't realized he was holding his breath. He exhaled shakily, his body relaxing
around the intrusion. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a fullness that satisfied the
aching emptiness of his heat.

"You can move," he whispered, his hands finding purchase on Taehyung's shoulders.

Taehyung began with gentle, shallow thrusts, each one sending sparks of pleasure through
Jungkook's oversensitized body. Gradually, as Jungkook's sounds of pleasure grew more
urgent, Taehyung's movements became deeper, more purposeful.

The sensations were overwhelming—the slide of Taehyung inside him, the weight of him
above, the intoxicating blend of their scents filling the room. Jungkook felt untethered, lost in
a sea of sensation, clinging to Taehyung as his only anchor.
"Taehyung," he gasped, unsure what he was asking for, only knowing that he needed
something more.

Somehow understanding, Taehyung shifted the angle of his thrusts, and suddenly Jungkook
was seeing stars, a cry tearing from his throat as pleasure unlike anything he'd ever
experienced coursed through him.

"There?" Taehyung asked, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

"Yes," Jungkook managed, the word dissolving into a moan as Taehyung hit that spot again.
"Please, don't stop."

Taehyung's rhythm increased, each thrust precise and deliberate, hitting that perfect spot
within Jungkook that made coherent thought impossible. Jungkook's legs wrapped around
Taehyung's waist, drawing him impossibly deeper.

The tension built within him, a coil winding tighter and tighter until Jungkook thought he
might shatter from it. Taehyung seemed to sense his approaching climax, one hand moving
between their bodies to wrap around Jungkook's neglected arousal.

That added stimulation was all it took. With a cry that might have contained Taehyung's
name, Jungkook reached his peak, his body clenching around Taehyung as waves of pleasure
crashed over him.

The sensation of Jungkook tightening around him pushed Taehyung past his own careful
control. His thrusts became more erratic, more forceful, before he stilled deep inside, his
release filling Jungkook as nature had intended.

They remained connected, both panting, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together as they
gradually returned to awareness. Taehyung's weight was substantial but not crushing, a
comforting presence as the initial frenzy of Jungkook's heat temporarily subsided.

After a moment, Taehyung carefully withdrew, drawing a soft whimper from Jungkook at the
loss. He didn't go far, though, settling beside Jungkook on the bed, one arm draped over
Jungkook's waist in a gesture that felt protective.

"Are you alright?" Taehyung asked, his voice a gentle rumble against Jungkook's ear.

Jungkook nodded, unable to form words yet. His body felt different—sated for now, but he
knew from experience that the heat would return, likely within hours. The knowledge that
Taehyung would be there when it did sent an unexpected shiver of anticipation through him.

"Rest," Taehyung murmured, pulling the light sheet over them both. "Your heat will cycle
again soon. You should sleep while you can."

Jungkook wanted to say something—to acknowledge what had happened between them, to
thank Taehyung for his gentleness, to question the unexpected tenderness in his touch—but
exhaustion pulled at him, his body demanding recovery time before the next wave.
As sleep claimed him, his last conscious thought was that this had been nothing like the
clinical, detached experience he had prepared himself for. And what that might mean for their
arrangement, he was too tired to consider.

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Aftermath
Jungkook woke to sunlight streaming through partially opened curtains, his body pleasantly
sore in ways he'd never experienced before. For a moment, disorientation clouded his mind—
the unfamiliar room, the lingering scent of alpha in the air, the memories of the previous
night flooding back in vivid detail.

He was alone in the bed, though the indentation on the pillow beside him suggested
Taehyung hadn't been gone long. The sheets were fresh, making Jungkook wonder hazily
when they had been changed. His last clear memory was falling asleep after their first
encounter, exhausted and temporarily sated.

A glance at the bedside clock revealed it was nearly noon. Jungkook sat up slowly, taking
inventory of his body. His heat hadn't fully subsided—he could still feel the underlying
warmth, the sensitivity of his skin—but it had retreated enough to allow for clearer thought.

The door opened quietly, and Taehyung entered carrying a tray. He was dressed in loose
pajama pants and a t-shirt, his hair slightly damp as if he'd recently showered.

"You're awake," he observed, his deep voice carefully neutral. "I brought food. You need to
keep your strength up."

Jungkook pulled the sheet higher, suddenly self-conscious despite the intimacy they had
shared. "Thank you," he murmured, accepting the tray as Taehyung placed it across his lap.

The meal was simple but nourishing—eggs, toast, fruit, and a large glass of water alongside a
steaming mug of tea. Jungkook hadn't realized how hungry he was until the aroma hit him.

"How are you feeling?" Taehyung asked, maintaining a respectful distance as he settled into a
chair near the bed rather than sitting on the mattress itself.

"I'm okay," Jungkook answered automatically, then amended, "A little sore. But not in a bad
way."

Taehyung nodded, his expression giving away nothing of his thoughts. "Your heat will likely
intensify again soon. You should eat while you can."

Jungkook took a bite of toast, hyper-aware of Taehyung's presence, of the charged air
between them. "Did you... stay all night?"

"Yes," Taehyung confirmed. "It seemed best. Omega heats are unpredictable, especially with
an alpha present. Yours cycled twice more during the night."

Hazy memories surfaced—waking to burning need, Taehyung's hands steadying him, their
bodies finding each other in the darkness. The realization that he had been so lost in his heat
that he barely remembered these encounters sent heat rushing to Jungkook's face.
"I don't really remember," he admitted, staring down at his plate.

"That's normal," Taehyung assured him. "The peak waves of heat can affect memory. You
were..." He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. "You were responsive, but not
fully conscious in the way you are now."

The clinical description somehow made it worse, reminding Jungkook of the transactional
nature of what they were doing, despite how intimate it had felt in the moment.

"Did we—" Jungkook began, then stopped, unsure how to phrase his question.

"We were intimate three times," Taehyung supplied, understanding his unfinished question.
"All with your consent, though your heat was driving much of your response."

Jungkook nodded, taking a sip of water to ease his suddenly dry throat. "Thank you. For
taking care of me."

Something flickered in Taehyung's expression—a crack in his composed facade. "It's what
we agreed to."

They fell into silence as Jungkook continued eating, each lost in their own thoughts. The air
between them was thick with unspoken words, with the memory of shared intimacy that
neither seemed ready to acknowledge directly.

As Jungkook finished his meal, he felt the telltale signs of his heat returning—the rising
temperature, the prickling sensitivity of his skin, the growing ache deep inside. He shifted
uncomfortably, setting aside the tray.

Taehyung noticed immediately, his nostrils flaring slightly as he detected the change in
Jungkook's scent. "It's starting again," he observed, his voice dropping to a lower register.

Jungkook nodded, unable to form words as desire began to cloud his thoughts once more. He
reached out instinctively, seeking Taehyung's touch.

This time, there was less hesitation between them. Taehyung moved to the bed, taking
Jungkook's outstretched hand and drawing him close. Their lips met in a kiss that quickly
deepened, bodies remembering the path they had discovered together.

The second day of Jungkook's heat passed in cycles of intense need followed by brief periods
of lucidity. Taehyung remained attentive and gentle, always ensuring Jungkook's comfort
despite his own alpha instincts urging him toward dominance. They found a rhythm together,
learning each other's bodies with increasing familiarity.

During one clear moment between heat cycles, as they lay side by side catching their breath,
Jungkook found himself studying Taehyung's profile—the strong line of his jaw, the fullness
of his lips, the sweep of his eyelashes against his cheeks.

"Why did you marry Soha?" The question slipped out before Jungkook could stop it.
Taehyung turned to look at him, surprise evident in his expression. "That's a complex
question."

"I'm sorry," Jungkook backtracked immediately. "It's not my business. I shouldn't have
asked."

"No, it's alright." Taehyung shifted to face him more fully. "You're carrying our child—or
will be, hopefully. You have a right to know something about us." He was quiet for a
moment, gathering his thoughts. "Soha and I were introduced by our families. A traditional
arrangement, you could say. But we genuinely fell in love. She was—is—brilliant, kind,
strong-willed in the best way."

There was genuine warmth in his voice when he spoke of his wife, Jungkook noted. Not the
diminished affection of a failing marriage, but real love.

"We had plans," Taehyung continued. "A family was always part of them. When that didn't
happen as expected..." He sighed. "It changed things between us. Not our love, but the texture
of it. The shared disappointment, the pressure from our families, the endless medical
appointments—it all took a toll."

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said softly. "That must have been difficult."

"It was. Is." Taehyung's hand absently traced patterns on the sheet between them. "But we're
still committed to each other. This arrangement—it's unusual, but it's a path forward for us."

Jungkook nodded, processing this glimpse into their marriage. "Thank you for telling me."

"And you?" Taehyung asked. "You mentioned your mother's illness, but you've never spoken
about your father."

"He left when I was twelve," Jungkook said, the old pain dulled by time but still present.
"Decided family life wasn't for him after all. My mother raised me alone, worked herself to
exhaustion to give me opportunities." He smiled faintly. "She's why music is so important to
me. She always made sure I had lessons, even when money was tight."

"She sounds remarkable."

"She is." Jungkook's smile faded. "That's why this arrangement is worth it to me. She
deserves to focus on healing without financial stress."

Taehyung studied him, something unreadable in his dark eyes. "You're a devoted son."

"And you're a devoted husband," Jungkook returned.

The acknowledgment hung between them, a reminder of the boundaries that existed despite
their current intimacy. Before either could speak again, Jungkook felt his heat surging once
more, conversation giving way to more primal needs.

By the third day, Jungkook's heat was beginning to wane. The cycles came less frequently,
with longer periods of clarity between them. Their physical connection had evolved,
becoming more fluid, more intuitive. Taehyung seemed to anticipate Jungkook's needs before
he could voice them, his touch increasingly confident yet still gentle.

During these moments of shared intimacy, Jungkook found himself responding not just from
biological imperative but from genuine desire. Taehyung's hands on his body, his lips against
his skin, the weight of him above—these sensations had transcended the clinical purpose of
their arrangement, becoming something Jungkook craved for their own sake.

This realization troubled him during his lucid periods. He hadn't expected to enjoy this aspect
of their arrangement so thoroughly, hadn't prepared for the possibility that his body would
recognize Taehyung as a compatible alpha beyond the basic biology of heat.

On the morning of the fourth day, Jungkook woke feeling almost normal. His temperature
had returned to baseline, his senses no longer hyper-attuned to every stimulus. His heat had
passed.

Taehyung was asleep beside him, one arm draped loosely across Jungkook's waist. In sleep,
his face was softer, younger somehow, the careful control he maintained while awake
momentarily abandoned.

Jungkook allowed himself a moment to simply look, to acknowledge the beauty of the man
beside him. Then, gently, he extracted himself from Taehyung's embrace and slipped from the
bed.

A long shower helped restore his sense of self, washing away the lingering scents of heat and
shared intimacy. As the hot water sluiced over his body, Jungkook took inventory of the past
few days—of what had happened between them, of how it had felt, of what it might mean
going forward.

They had fulfilled the purpose of their arrangement. Now came the waiting—to see if
conception had occurred, if his body had accepted Taehyung's seed. And in the meantime,
they would return to their carefully constructed boundaries, to the roles they had defined
before his heat began.

But something had shifted between them, something intangible yet significant. Jungkook
wasn't sure if Taehyung felt it too, or if it was solely his own perception colored by the
intensity of his first sexual experiences.

After dressing in fresh clothes, Jungkook ventured to the kitchen, craving normalcy, routine.
He was surprised to find Soha already there, arranging flowers in a vase at the counter.

She looked up as he entered, her expression carefully neutral. "Good morning. You're feeling
better?"

The simple question carried layers of meaning. Jungkook nodded, suddenly acutely aware
that this woman's husband had been in his bed for the past three days.

"Yes, thank you. My heat has passed." He moved to the coffee machine, keeping his
movements deliberate and calm despite his inner awkwardness. "When did you return?"
"Late last night," Soha replied. "I slept in the guest room. I didn't want to... interrupt
anything."

Jungkook felt heat rise to his face. "You wouldn't have. By then, things were... winding
down."

Soha nodded, her fingers arranging the flowers with practiced precision. "Taehyung texted
me. He thought today would be safe for my return."

The mention of Taehyung's name hung in the air between them. Jungkook busied himself
preparing coffee, unsure what to say next.

"Was he..." Soha began, then stopped, seeming to reconsider her question. "Was everything
alright? With the arrangement?"

Jungkook turned to face her, recognizing the vulnerability beneath her composed exterior.
This couldn't be easy for her—wondering what had transpired between her husband and
another omega, even if she had agreed to it.

"Yes," he said gently. "Taehyung was very... considerate. He made sure I was comfortable
throughout."

Relief flickered across Soha's features, quickly masked. "Good. That's good."

A silence fell between them, not entirely uncomfortable but weighted with unspoken
thoughts.

"I made an appointment with Dr. Min," Soha said finally. "For next week. For a pregnancy
test."

The reminder of their arrangement's purpose—of why he was here, why they had done what
they did—centered Jungkook. "Of course. Thank you for arranging that."

"If it's negative," Soha continued, her voice carefully controlled, "we'll need to prepare for
your next heat cycle. Dr. Min says the second attempt often has higher success rates, as your
body becomes more familiar with the alpha's... contribution."

Jungkook nodded, trying to match her clinical approach despite the memories of Taehyung's
touch still fresh in his mind. "I understand."

The sound of approaching footsteps prevented further conversation. Taehyung appeared in

the kitchen doorway, freshly showered and dressed in casual weekend clothes. His eyes
moved between Soha and Jungkook, assessing the atmosphere.

"Good morning," he said, voice neutral.

"Morning," Soha replied, offering a small smile. "Coffee's ready."

"Thank you." Taehyung moved to pour himself a cup, his movements careful, deliberate.
"How was your sister's?"
"Fine. The usual. She asked too many questions about why I was staying there."

"What did you tell her?"

"That we were having some work done on the apartment that required ventilation." Soha's
smile turned wry. "She didn't believe me, but she didn't press."

The casual conversation between husband and wife created a strange backdrop for
Jungkook's conflicted emotions. There was an ease between them, a familiarity born of years
together, that made him feel like an intruder despite having been intimately involved with one
of them just hours before.

"I was thinking of working on some music today," Jungkook said, a transparent attempt to
excuse himself from their domestic scene. "If that's alright."

"Of course," Soha said quickly. "The apartment is your home too, for now. You should feel
free to use any of the spaces."

The reminder of the temporary nature of his stay was gentle but clear. Jungkook nodded,
taking his coffee and retreating to the small studio they had set up for him.

Once alone, he sat at his keyboard, fingers hovering over the keys without pressing them. His
mind was too full of the past few days to focus on composition. Instead, he found himself
remembering moments with Taehyung—not just the physical intimacy, but the quiet
conversations between heat cycles, the unexpected gentleness, the glimpses of the man
behind the successful businessman facade.

The knock at his door an hour later startled him from his reverie.

"Come in," he called, expecting Soha with some household question.

Instead, Taehyung entered, closing the door quietly behind him. He remained near the
entrance, maintaining a deliberate distance.

"I wanted to check on you," he said. "To make sure you're recovering well."

"I am," Jungkook assured him. "Thank you for... for everything."

Taehyung nodded, his expression giving away little of his thoughts. "I also wanted to discuss
how we proceed from here."

"Soha mentioned the appointment with Dr. Min next week."

"Yes. But I meant in terms of our daily interactions." Taehyung's gaze was steady, direct.
"What happened during your heat was necessary for our arrangement. But now that it's
passed, I think it's important that we establish clear boundaries again."

Though Jungkook had expected this, had known they would return to their previous dynamic,
the words still stung in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"Of course," he agreed, keeping his voice neutral. "That makes sense."

"For Soha's comfort, and for the success of our arrangement," Taehyung continued, "it's best
if we maintain appropriate distance. Professional courtesy."

"I understand completely." Jungkook forced a smile. "That was always the plan."

Taehyung seemed to study him for a moment, as if searching for something in Jungkook's
expression. Whatever he was looking for, he apparently didn't find it.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page." He turned to leave, then paused, looking back.
"Jungkook?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For everything you're doing for us."

The sincerity in his voice made the knot in Jungkook's chest tighten. "It's what we agreed to."

After Taehyung left, Jungkook remained at his keyboard, fingers finally finding their way to
the keys. The melody that emerged was melancholy, a reflection of the confused emotions
swirling within him.

The week that followed was an exercise in navigated boundaries. The easy rhythm they had
begun to establish before Jungkook's heat was replaced by something more stilted, more
careful. Meals were taken together when schedules aligned, but conversation remained
superficial—weather, current events, neutral topics that required no emotional investment.

Taehyung maintained the professional distance he had proposed, treating Jungkook with
unfailing politeness but none of the intimacy they had shared during those three intense days.
If Jungkook hadn't experienced it himself, he might have believed he'd imagined the gentle
touches, the whispered words, the moments of vulnerability between heat cycles.

Soha, for her part, seemed determined to normalize the situation. She invited Jungkook to
join her for morning tea, asked about his music, even suggested books from their library that
he might enjoy. Her kindness was genuine but carried an undercurrent of tension that neither
acknowledged directly.
The appointment with Dr. Min loomed on the horizon, a reminder of why they were all living
in this strange limbo. Jungkook found himself hyper-aware of his body, searching for any
sign that conception might have occurred. His scent hadn't changed, but it was too early for
that. There were no physical symptoms to confirm or deny the possibility that Taehyung's
child might already be growing within him.

The night before the appointment, Jungkook couldn't sleep. He paced his room, anxiety
coiling in his stomach. What if the test was negative? They would have to try again during
his next heat cycle—another three days of intimacy with Taehyung, followed by this same
awkward aftermath. And if it was positive? That brought its own set of complications,
months of pregnancy ahead while living in this carefully balanced household.

A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. He opened the door to find Soha standing there, a
steaming mug in her hands.

"I saw your light under the door," she explained. "Chamomile tea. It might help you sleep."

"Thank you," Jungkook said, genuinely touched by the gesture. He accepted the mug, the
warmth seeping into his hands. "I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow."

"May I come in?" Soha asked.

Jungkook hesitated, then nodded, stepping back to allow her entry. This was the first time she
had entered his personal space since he moved in, and her presence made the room feel
different somehow.

Soha sat in the armchair by the window, her silk robe gleaming softly in the lamplight. "I'm
nervous too," she admitted. "We all are."

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, cradling the tea. "I'm sorry if this week has been...
uncomfortable for you."

Soha shook her head. "Don't apologize. We all agreed to this arrangement." She paused,
choosing her words carefully. "I wanted to thank you, actually. For how you've handled
things since your heat ended. It can't be easy."

"I'm just following the boundaries we set," Jungkook said.

"Still. I appreciate it." Soha's gaze was direct, honest. "Taehyung does too, though he might
not say it."

At the mention of Taehyung's name, Jungkook looked down at his tea, afraid his expression
might reveal too much. "Has he... said anything? About what happened?"

It was a dangerous question, crossing into territory they had all tacitly agreed to avoid. But in
the quiet of night, with tension about tomorrow's results hanging over them, the usual barriers
seemed thinner.

Soha was quiet for a moment. "Not specifically, no. But I know my husband. He's been...
different. Thoughtful. Sometimes distant."
"I'm sorry if—"

"Don't be," Soha interrupted gently. "This arrangement was always going to be complicated.
Emotions don't follow contracts."

The simple wisdom in her words caught Jungkook off guard. "I never meant to develop
any..." He trailed off, unable to name what he was feeling.

"I know." Soha's smile was sad but understanding. "Neither did he. But biology is powerful,
especially for alphas and omegas. Heat bonds form even when we don't intend them to."

Jungkook looked up sharply. "Heat bonds?"

"The temporary emotional connection that can form during an omega's heat with a
compatible alpha," Soha explained. "It's biological, a leftover from earlier evolutionary
stages. It fades with time."

"I didn't know that was a real thing," Jungkook admitted. "I thought it was just something
from dramas."

"It's real. Less common in modern society with suppressants and controlled environments,
but real." Soha's head tilted slightly as she studied him. "That's why Taehyung is being so
careful now. He knows the biology as well as I do."

The revelation that what he was feeling might be a biological reaction rather than genuine
emotion should have been comforting. Instead, it left Jungkook with a hollow sensation in his
chest.

"So it will fade?" he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"Yes," Soha confirmed. "For both of you."

They sat in silence for a moment, the implications of her words settling between them.

"What if the test is positive tomorrow?" Jungkook finally asked, voicing the question that had
been haunting him. "How will this work, the three of us, for nine months?"

"One day at a time," Soha answered simply. "With honesty and respect." She rose gracefully
from the chair. "Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow will come regardless."

After she left, Jungkook finished his tea, her words echoing in his mind. Heat bonds. A
biological explanation for the confusing emotions he'd been experiencing. It should have
been a relief to know these feelings weren't entirely his fault, that they would fade with time.

Why, then, did the prospect fill him with a sense of loss?
Dr. Min's office was as tastefully appointed as Jungkook remembered, though this time the
atmosphere felt even more tense. All three of them sat in silence as they waited for the results
of the blood test that had been taken upon their arrival.

Taehyung sat beside Soha, their hands loosely linked—a united front. Jungkook sat across
from them, hyperaware of the physical distance that matched their emotional separation.

When Dr. Min finally entered, his expression gave nothing away. He took his seat behind the
desk, opening a folder with deliberate movements.

"I have your results," he said, looking between the three of them. "The test is positive.
Congratulations, you're pregnant."

The words hung in the air for a moment before landing with their full weight. Jungkook's
hand instinctively moved to his stomach, still flat and unchanged. Inside him, a new life had
begun—a life created with Taehyung, a life that would belong to Taehyung and Soha.

"Are you certain?" Soha asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Dr. Min confirmed. "The hCG levels are definitive. Based on the timing of Jungkook's
heat, I would estimate he's approximately ten days pregnant. Still very early, of course."

Jungkook looked across at Soha and Taehyung, expecting to see joy, relief, excitement.
Instead, he saw a complex mix of emotions on both their faces—happiness, yes, but also fear,
uncertainty, and something deeper he couldn't quite name.

"What happens now?" Taehyung asked, his voice steadier than his expression.

Dr. Min outlined the next steps—regular check-ups, dietary recommendations, restrictions on
activities. Jungkook listened with half an ear, still processing the reality that their
arrangement had succeeded. He was carrying Taehyung's child.

"—and of course, no heat suppressants during the pregnancy," Dr. Min was saying when
Jungkook tuned back in. "But that shouldn't be an issue as pregnancy naturally suppresses
heat cycles in most omegas."

"And what about..." Soha hesitated, glancing briefly at Jungkook before continuing,
"intimacy? Are there any restrictions?"

Dr. Min's expression remained professionally neutral. "Sexual activity is generally safe
during pregnancy, particularly in the first and second trimesters. However, given the unique
circumstances..." He looked between Taehyung and Jungkook. "I would recommend caution.
Alpha-omega bonding can intensify during pregnancy, especially if intimacy continues."

Taehyung straightened in his chair. "That won't be an issue. Our arrangement was for
conception purposes only."

The clinical dismissal stung more than Jungkook expected, though he kept his expression
carefully blank.

"Very well," Dr. Min said. "In that case, I suggest focusing on proper nutrition, moderate
exercise, and regular check-ups. Jungkook, I'll prescribe prenatal vitamins for you to start
immediately."

As they left the office, a heavy silence fell over them. The elevator ride down to the parking
garage was tense, each lost in their own thoughts about what this pregnancy meant for their
futures.

In the car, Soha finally broke the silence. "We should celebrate," she said, turning to look at
Jungkook in the back seat. "This is what we all wanted."

"Of course," Taehyung agreed, though his tone lacked enthusiasm. His knuckles were white
on the steering wheel.

Jungkook forced a smile. "What did you have in mind?"

"Dinner? Something special. We can order in from that restaurant you mentioned liking."

The attempt at normalcy was both touching and painful. "That sounds nice," Jungkook said.

When they arrived back at the penthouse, Soha busied herself with ordering dinner while
Taehyung retreated to his office with a murmured excuse about work. Jungkook found
himself standing in the living room, feeling oddly disconnected from his own body despite
the momentous news they had just received.

On impulse, he followed Taehyung, knocking softly on the office door before entering.

Taehyung looked up from his desk, surprise briefly crossing his features. "Jungkook. Do you
need something?"

"I just..." Jungkook hesitated, suddenly unsure why he had sought Taehyung out. "I wanted to
check if you're okay. You seemed... quiet after the appointment."

Taehyung's expression softened slightly. "I'm fine. Just processing. It's a big step forward."

"It is," Jungkook agreed. He placed a hand on his stomach unconsciously, a gesture that
caught Taehyung's attention.

Something shifted in Taehyung's gaze as he looked at Jungkook's hand. "How are you
feeling? Physically, I mean."
"The same," Jungkook admitted. "It doesn't feel real yet."

"No, I suppose it wouldn't." Taehyung's voice was gentler than it had been all week. "Thank
you, Jungkook. For doing this for us."

The sincerity in his tone made something tighten in Jungkook's chest. "It's what we agreed
to."

"Still. Carrying a child is no small thing. We—I appreciate it."

The slip was small but noticeable. Jungkook wanted to ask what Taehyung had been about to
say, but the moment passed as Soha called from the kitchen that dinner would be arriving
soon.

"We should join her," Taehyung said, rising from his desk.

As they walked back to the main living area together, Jungkook was acutely aware of the
careful distance Taehyung maintained between them—physically present but emotionally
removed. The heat bond Soha had mentioned was still there, at least for Jungkook. He
wondered if Taehyung felt it too, if he was fighting the same pull that Jungkook struggled
against daily.

Dinner was a strange affair—a celebration undercut by unspoken tensions. They toasted with
sparkling water (alcohol now off-limits for Jungkook), made plans for converting one of the
spare rooms into a nursery, discussed potential timeline for telling their families.

"My parents will be ecstatic," Taehyung said, his expression complex. "They've been
pressuring us for years."

"Will they ask questions?" Jungkook ventured. "About... how it happened?"

Soha shook her head. "We'll tell them we used a surrogate. A clinical process. No one needs
to know the details."

"And your mother?" Taehyung asked, looking at Jungkook. "What will you tell her about the
pregnancy?"

Jungkook hadn't considered this aspect. "I don't know. I can't exactly hide it if I'm living here
for the next eight months."

"You could say it was an unexpected development," Soha suggested. "A complication of your
employment with us."

"That's not entirely untrue," Jungkook said with a wry smile. It earned a small laugh from
both of them, briefly lightening the mood.

As the evening wore on, Jungkook found himself watching Taehyung and Soha together—the
small touches they exchanged, the silent communications, the history evident in every
interaction. Despite everything, they were still a unit, a partnership. And he was the outsider,
temporarily necessary but ultimately separate.
Later that night, alone in his room, Jungkook placed both hands on his still-flat abdomen.
"Hello," he whispered, feeling slightly foolish but compelled to acknowledge the life
beginning within him. "I'm not sure what to call you yet. Or what you'll call me, when you're
born. Not father, I suppose. Something else. Something more distant."

The thought brought an unexpected tightness to his throat. He would carry this child, feel it
grow and move within him, share his body and blood with it for nine months—and then step
back. That was the arrangement. That was what he had agreed to.

As he drifted toward sleep, Jungkook wondered if it would be as simple as they all pretended
it would be. Biology had already complicated things once with the heat bond. What other
emotional entanglements might pregnancy bring?

And how would he protect his heart when the time came to give this child to its rightful
parents?

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 Complications

The first month of Jungkook's pregnancy passed quietly. His body showed no outward signs
of the life growing within, though he experienced occasional fatigue and a newfound
sensitivity to certain smells. The household settled into a routine that carefully preserved the
boundaries they had established—polite meals together when schedules allowed, respectful
distance in the common areas, each retreating to their private spaces in the evenings.

Jungkook told his mother about the pregnancy during a carefully planned visit. He crafted a
story close enough to the truth to be believable—that he had entered into a surrogate
arrangement with the wealthy family he worked for, a mutually beneficial agreement that
would secure her medical treatment and his financial future. She had been shocked at first,
concerned about the implications for his own life and future, but the practical benefits
eventually won her over.

"Are they treating you well?" she had asked, studying his face for any sign of distress.

"Yes," Jungkook had assured her. "They're very considerate. I have everything I need."

Everything except emotional clarity, he thought but didn't say.

By the sixth week, morning sickness arrived with a vengeance. Jungkook found himself
spending his mornings hunched over the toilet, his body rejecting nearly everything he
attempted to eat before noon. It was during one such morning that the careful distance
between him and Taehyung first began to crumble.

Jungkook had been so focused on his misery that he hadn't heard the bathroom door open. A
cool, damp washcloth appeared at the back of his neck, startling him.

"Easy," Taehyung murmured, his deep voice gentle. "This might help."

Jungkook wanted to protest, to maintain the dignified separation they had established, but
another wave of nausea overwhelmed him. When it passed, he accepted the glass of water
Taehyung offered.

"Thank you," he managed, voice rough.

"Soha had to leave early for a charity board meeting," Taehyung explained, as if his presence
required justification. "I heard you from the hallway."

Jungkook nodded weakly, embarrassed at being found in such a state. "It's been like this all
week. The doctor says it's normal."

"Still. It can't be pleasant." Taehyung's hand lingered at the small of Jungkook's back, a point
of warmth and stability. "My mother had severe morning sickness with me. My father said
ginger tea helped her."

"I've tried it," Jungkook sighed. "And crackers. And every other suggestion. Nothing really
helps except time."

"I'm sorry." The simple words carried genuine sympathy. "Is there anything I can do?"

Jungkook shook his head, then immediately regretted the movement. "Not unless you can
fast-forward through the first trimester."

A slight smile crossed Taehyung's face. "Unfortunately not within my capabilities." He

helped Jungkook to his feet. "You should try to rest. I'll tell the housekeeper to prepare some
bland foods for later."

As Taehyung guided him back to bed, Jungkook was acutely aware of his hand at his elbow,
the proximity of his body, his scent—that familiar combination of sandalwood and something
uniquely Taehyung that now carried complicated memories.

"Thank you," Jungkook said again as he settled back against his pillows. "You don't have to
take care of me like this."

Taehyung paused at the doorway. "You're carrying my child," he said simply. "Of course I
do."

After he left, Jungkook stared at the ceiling, replaying the interaction. It was the first time
since his heat that Taehyung had touched him with anything more than the briefest, most
necessary contact. The warmth of his hand seemed to linger on Jungkook's back, a ghost of
connection.

The moment marked a shift in their dynamic. Taehyung began checking on Jungkook more
frequently, ensuring he had what he needed, sometimes sitting with him during particularly
difficult mornings. The careful distance remained, but it was no longer quite so rigid, no
longer quite so cold.

What Jungkook didn't anticipate was how his own body would betray him as the pregnancy
progressed. By the ninth week, the morning sickness began to subside, replaced by something
equally disruptive—a surge in his omega hormones that left him constantly aware of
Taehyung's presence in a way that went beyond their previous connection.

Dr. Min had mentioned this possibility during a check-up. "It's common for pregnant omegas
to experience increased sensitivity to the scent of the alpha who sired the child," he had
explained clinically. "It's a biological response designed to keep the alpha close during the
vulnerable period of pregnancy."

What the doctor hadn't fully conveyed was the intensity of this response. Taehyung would
enter a room, and Jungkook's body would immediately react—his skin warming, his senses
heightening, an almost magnetic pull urging him closer. It was different from heat—more
controlled but in some ways more insidious, a constant low-level awareness that never fully
subsided.
The worst part was that Jungkook was certain Taehyung could sense it too. Alphas were
naturally attuned to omega reactions, especially those carrying their children. Several times,
Jungkook had caught Taehyung watching him with an unreadable expression, nostrils flaring
slightly as he detected the changes in Jungkook's scent.

Yet they both maintained the pretense that nothing had changed, that the boundaries
established after Jungkook's heat remained intact and unchallenged.

Until the night of the thunderstorm, twelve weeks into the pregnancy.

Jungkook had never been fond of storms, a childhood fear he had never fully outgrown. The
thunder had woken him from sleep, lightning illuminating his room in harsh flashes that
made the shadows seem to move. Normally, he would have put on headphones, drowning out
the sound with music until he could return to sleep.

But that night, something else drew him from his bed—a restlessness, a need for company
that he couldn't quite rationalize. He found himself padding barefoot down the hallway
toward the kitchen, thinking a warm drink might help calm his nerves.

He didn't expect to find Taehyung already there, leaning against the counter with a glass of
water, looking out at the storm through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Couldn't sleep?" Taehyung asked without turning, somehow aware of Jungkook's presence
despite his silent approach.

"The thunder," Jungkook admitted, moving to the kettle. "I was going to make tea."

Taehyung nodded, still looking out at the city skyline illuminated by lightning. "Soha sleeps
through anything. Even this."

The casual mention of his wife sent a pang through Jungkook—a reminder of his place in this
household, of the boundaries they were meant to observe.

"Where is she?" Jungkook asked, realizing he hadn't seen Soha at dinner.

"Business trip. Her family's company has interests in Japan. She'll be back Friday." Taehyung
finally turned to look at him. "How are you feeling? Better than the first trimester?"

"Much," Jungkook confirmed, busying himself with preparing tea to avoid meeting
Taehyung's gaze directly. "The morning sickness is mostly gone. I'm just tired a lot."

"And the other symptoms? The ones Dr. Min mentioned?"

The direct reference to what they had both been pretending not to notice froze Jungkook's
hands on the mug. He could lie, could maintain the fiction they had been living under. But
something about the late hour, the storm raging outside, Soha's absence—it loosened his grip
on the careful restraint he had been maintaining.

"Those are... present," he acknowledged, voice quiet. "But manageable."

Taehyung set his water glass down, moving closer. "Are they?"

The simple question held layers of meaning. Jungkook finally looked up, meeting Taehyung's
gaze directly. What he saw there sent heat coursing through him—the careful control
slipping, revealing something darker, something hungrier.

"Sometimes more than others," Jungkook admitted.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the kitchen, followed by a crack of thunder that
seemed to shake the building. Jungkook flinched involuntarily.

"You're afraid of storms?" Taehyung asked, his voice gentler.

"Since childhood. It's silly."

"It's not." Taehyung was close now, close enough that Jungkook could feel the warmth
radiating from him. "Fear rarely follows logic."

Jungkook nodded, unable to look away from Taehyung's face, from the intensity in his dark
eyes. The air between them seemed charged, electric like the storm outside.

"Taehyung," he whispered, a question and a plea wrapped in a single word.

"We shouldn't," Taehyung said, though he made no move to increase the distance between
them.

"I know." Jungkook's hand moved to his abdomen, where the first subtle curve of his
pregnancy was beginning to show. "But I—"

"What?" Taehyung prompted when Jungkook faltered.

"I need—" Jungkook stopped again, unable to articulate the constant ache he had been
carrying, the longing that went beyond physical desire.

Taehyung's expression softened with understanding. Slowly, deliberately, he placed his hand
over Jungkook's on his stomach—their first shared acknowledgment of the life growing
there.

"I feel it too," he admitted, voice barely audible above the rain lashing against the windows.
"The pull. Stronger than I expected."

"Dr. Min said it's biological," Jungkook said, as if that explanation might somehow diminish
the weight of what they were feeling. "Alpha-omega bonding intensified by pregnancy."

"Is that all it is?" Taehyung asked.

The question hung between them, dangerous in its implication. Before Jungkook could
answer, another crash of thunder sounded, closer this time, causing him to startle. Without
thinking, he stepped into Taehyung's space, seeking comfort.
Taehyung's arms came around him automatically, protective and secure. The embrace should
have been innocent—a simple comfort offered during a moment of fear. But the instant their
bodies met, something shifted, the carefully maintained dam between them cracking under
pressure.

Jungkook looked up, finding Taehyung's face inches from his own, his expression a conflict
of desire and restraint. "Please," Jungkook whispered, no longer certain what he was asking
for, only knowing that the ache inside him had become unbearable.

Taehyung's control finally broke. His lips met Jungkook's in a kiss that held none of the
careful gentleness of their encounters during heat—this was hungry, desperate, months of
denied longing channeled into a single point of contact.

Jungkook responded with equal fervor, his hands clutching at Taehyung's shoulders, his body
arching into the solid warmth of him. All the reasons they shouldn't be doing this—Soha,
their arrangement, the boundaries they had agreed upon—faded under the overwhelming
relief of finally acknowledging what had been building between them for weeks.

"We need to stop," Taehyung murmured against Jungkook's mouth, even as his hands slid
beneath Jungkook's sleep shirt, tracing the subtle changes in his body.

"Do you want to?" Jungkook challenged, pulling back enough to see Taehyung's face clearly.

Taehyung's expression was torn, desire warring with duty. "No," he admitted finally. "But this
complicates everything."

"It's already complicated," Jungkook countered. "Has been since my heat. We've just been
pretending otherwise."

Another flash of lightning illuminated them, frozen in this moment of decision. Outside, the
storm continued to rage, a reflection of the turmoil within the kitchen.

"If we do this," Taehyung said slowly, "we need to be clear about what it means. What it
doesn't mean."

The qualification stung, but Jungkook understood its necessity. "I know where I stand," he
said quietly. "I know this doesn't change our arrangement. I know about Soha, about your
marriage."

Taehyung studied him, searching for any sign of deception or unrealistic expectations.
Finding none, he nodded once, decision made.

"Not here," he said, taking Jungkook's hand and leading him from the kitchen.

They moved through the darkened apartment, the storm providing brief flashes of
illumination to guide their way. Not toward Jungkook's room, he realized, but toward
Taehyung's private study—neutral territory, away from both his marriage bed and the room
where Jungkook slept.
Inside, Taehyung closed the door behind them, the click of the latch sounding final, decisive.
The room was cast in shadows, the only light coming from the city beyond the windows and
the occasional lightning flash.

"Last chance to change your mind," Taehyung offered, still holding Jungkook's hand loosely
enough that he could pull away if he wanted.

In answer, Jungkook closed the distance between them, his free hand curling around the nape
of Taehyung's neck to draw him into another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, a deliberate
choice rather than an impulsive reaction.

What followed was unlike their encounters during Jungkook's heat—those had been driven
by biological imperative, by the overwhelming need of his heat cycle. This was more
measured, more intentional, each touch a conscious choice rather than an instinctual
response.

Taehyung undressed him slowly, pausing when he revealed Jungkook's slightly rounded
abdomen—the visible evidence of their child growing within. His hand spread across the
gentle curve, reverent and possessive at once.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, echoing words he had spoken during Jungkook's heat, but
now fully conscious, fully present in the moment.

Jungkook flushed under the intensity of his gaze. "It's still so small."

"But real." Taehyung knelt, pressing his lips to the slight swell in a gesture that made
Jungkook's heart clench painfully in his chest. Then Taehyung looked up, his expression
serious. "We need to be careful. For the baby."

"Dr. Min said it's safe," Jungkook assured him, fingers threading through Taehyung's hair.
"Normal activity is fine in the first and second trimesters."

Taehyung nodded, rising to his feet again. "Still. Tell me if anything feels wrong."

The care in his voice, the genuine concern for both Jungkook and the child, made something
warm unfurl in Jungkook's chest even as he recognized the danger in allowing such feelings
to grow.

They moved to the leather couch that occupied one wall of the study, Taehyung guiding
Jungkook to lie back against the soft cushions. The storm continued outside, but Jungkook no
longer flinched at the thunder, too absorbed in the way Taehyung was looking at him,
touching him.

Their bodies came together with a familiarity born of their previous intimacy, yet with a
newness that came from being fully present, fully aware of each other. Taehyung was careful,
mindful of Jungkook's condition, but no less passionate for it. And Jungkook responded
eagerly, months of suppressed need finally finding release.
Afterward, as they lay tangled together on the couch, Jungkook's head resting on Taehyung's
chest, reality began to seep back in at the edges of their temporary sanctuary.

"We shouldn't make a habit of this," Taehyung said quietly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on
Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook nodded against his chest, unwilling to voice his agreement but understanding the
necessity of it. "What happens when Soha returns?"

"We go back to how things were," Taehyung answered, his tone gentle but firm. "This was...
a moment of weakness. For both of us."

The words hurt more than Jungkook expected, though he knew they were true. "The
pregnancy hormones make it difficult," he offered, providing them both with the biological
excuse that made their lapse more palatable, less emotionally fraught.

"Yes," Taehyung agreed, though something in his voice suggested he wasn't entirely
convinced.

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 Revelations

"There," Soha said, adjusting the framed print of a constellation map on the nursery wall.
"What do you think? Too high?"

Jungkook tilted his head, considering. "Maybe a little. Just an inch or so down."

Soha nodded, carefully shifting the frame. At nineteen weeks, Jungkook's pregnancy was
now unmistakable, his previously flat stomach having rounded into a definite bump that
strained against his t-shirt. The second trimester had brought welcome relief from the
morning sickness, replacing it with increased energy and a healthy glow that both Taehyung
and Soha had commented on.

"Perfect," Jungkook approved when Soha repositioned the print. "It works with the rest of the
theme."

The nursery was coming together beautifully—a celestial theme of deep blues, silvers, and
whites, with stars and moons adorning the walls and ceiling. It was gender-neutral, as they
had collectively decided not to learn the baby's sex until birth.

"It's really starting to feel real, isn't it?" Soha said, stepping back to admire their progress.
"Soon we'll have a crib in here, and then a baby."

Jungkook nodded, one hand resting on his bump as had become his habit. "Four and a half
months to go." He hesitated, then added, "I felt stronger movements yesterday. Not just
flutters anymore. Actual kicks."

Soha's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Strong enough that I might be able to feel
them?"

"Maybe," Jungkook said. "Do you want to try?"

The question hung between them for a moment, loaded with the complex dynamics of their
arrangement. Despite all the medical appointments they'd attended together, despite the hours
spent planning the nursery, there remained a certain physical boundary between them—an
unspoken acknowledgment of Soha's position as the baby's future mother and Jungkook's as
the temporary vessel.

"If you don't mind," Soha said carefully.

"Of course not." Jungkook sat on the window seat, making himself comfortable. "Here," he
guided her hand to the left side of his bump. "This is where I've been feeling the most
movement."
Soha's touch was gentle, tentative. They waited in silence, the moment stretching between
them.

"Oh!" Soha gasped suddenly, eyes widening. "Was that—?"

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed, smiling at her reaction. "That's your baby saying hello."

Tears welled in Soha's eyes. "That's amazing," she whispered, hand still pressed against the
spot where the baby had kicked. "Thank you. For letting me share this."

The sincerity in her voice made Jungkook's throat tighten with emotion. Here was this
woman, so grateful for a glimpse of what Jungkook experienced constantly—the intimate
connection with the life growing inside him.

"You don't need to thank me," he said softly. "This is your child. You should be part of every
milestone."

Soha looked up at him, a complicated mix of emotions crossing her face. "It can't be easy,
though. Carrying a child you know you'll have to give up."

It was the first time either Soha or Taehyung had directly acknowledged the emotional
complexity of Jungkook's position. The frankness caught him off guard.

"It's... complicated," he admitted. "I went into this with clear expectations. But feeling the
baby move, watching my body change to accommodate its growth—it creates a connection I
didn't fully anticipate."

Soha nodded, understanding in her eyes. "I can only imagine. And I want you to know how
much I appreciate what you're doing for us. For me." She withdrew her hand reluctantly. "I
hope that after... after the birth, you might still be part of our lives, in some way. If you
wanted to be."

The offer stunned Jungkook. They had carefully avoided discussing what would happen post-
birth, beyond the basic contractual obligations. "You would want that?"

"I think it would be good for the child, to know where they came from. And..." Soha paused,
seeming to choose her words carefully. "I've come to value your presence in our lives. Not
just because of the baby."

The kindness in her words made Jungkook's guilt over his relationship with Taehyung even
more acute. Since their conversation after feeling the baby's first movements, he and
Taehyung had maintained a careful distance, honoring their commitment to respect the
boundaries of the arrangement. But the emotional connection remained, unspoken but present
in every glance, every accidental touch.

"Thank you," Jungkook said finally. "That means a lot to me."

Before Soha could respond, the apartment door opened, announcing Taehyung's return from
work. His footsteps approached the nursery, and then he appeared in the doorway, his
business suit slightly rumpled from the day, his tie loosened.
"Making progress, I see," he commented, taking in the newly decorated walls.

"Jungkook has an eye for design," Soha said, rising from the window seat. "And he felt the
baby kick. Strong enough that I could feel it too."

Something flickered across Taehyung's face—disappointment, perhaps, at missing the

milestone. "That's wonderful," he said, his gaze moving to Jungkook's bump.

"It's been happening more frequently today," Jungkook offered. "You'll probably have a
chance to feel it later."

An awkward silence fell, heavy with unspoken tensions and the careful distance all three
were maintaining for different reasons.

"I should start dinner," Soha said finally, breaking the moment. "Jungkook, why don't you
rest? You've been on your feet helping me all afternoon."

"I don't mind," Jungkook began to protest, but Taehyung interrupted.

"Soha's right. Rest is important. Doctor's orders."

The concern in his voice was genuine, but carefully modulated—the appropriate level of
interest from the commissioning father rather than the intimate concern of a lover. Jungkook
wondered if Soha noticed the performance, if she sensed the undercurrents between them.

"Alright," he conceded. "I'll go lie down for a bit."

In his room, Jungkook stretched out on his bed, feeling the now-familiar sensations of the
baby moving within him. Each kick, each roll, was a reminder of the life he was nurturing—a
life that had complicated everything about this arrangement in ways none of them had
anticipated.

A soft knock at his door roused him from his thoughts. "Come in," he called, expecting Soha
with a question about dinner.

Instead, Taehyung entered, closing the door quietly behind him. "Soha mentioned you were
feeling strong kicks today," he said, maintaining a careful distance from the bed.

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed, watching Taehyung's face. "Would you like to feel?"

Taehyung hesitated, the conflict visible in his expression. Since their agreement to maintain
boundaries, they had avoided being alone together as much as possible, especially in private
spaces like bedrooms.

"Just for the baby," Jungkook clarified, understanding his hesitation. "Nothing more."

After a moment's consideration, Taehyung approached the bed, sitting carefully on the edge.
Jungkook guided his hand to the right spot on his abdomen, where the baby had been most
active.
They waited in silence, the physical contact—innocent as it was—charging the air between
them with tension. Then, as if on cue, the baby delivered a strong kick right against
Taehyung's palm.

Taehyung's eyes widened, wonder replacing the careful neutrality he had been maintaining.
"That's... incredible," he breathed, his hand spreading wider across the curve of Jungkook's
belly.

"I know," Jungkook agreed. "It makes it all feel more real, doesn't it?"

Taehyung nodded, his focus entirely on the movements beneath his hand. Another kick came,
then another, as if the baby was responding to its father's touch.

"Hello, little one," Taehyung murmured, his voice dropping to a tone Jungkook had rarely
heard from him—soft, almost reverent. "I'm your appa."

The simple declaration made Jungkook's heart clench painfully. It was a stark reminder of the
reality of their situation—that this child was Taehyung's, would bear his name, would call
him father. And Jungkook would be... what? A footnote in the child's history? A family
friend who visited occasionally, as Soha had suggested?

"Thank you," Taehyung said, finally looking up to meet Jungkook's gaze. "For letting me
experience this."

"Of course," Jungkook replied. "As I told Soha, this is your child. You should share in all of
it."

Something shifted in Taehyung's expression at the mention of his wife's name—guilt,

perhaps, or the reminder of his commitments. He withdrew his hand reluctantly.

"We should join Soha for dinner soon," he said, standing. "She's making your favorite, I
believe. The seaweed soup you mentioned craving last week."

The thoughtfulness of the gesture—Soha noting his cravings and preparing a meal
specifically to satisfy them—added another layer to Jungkook's complex feelings about their
situation.

"I'll be right out," he promised.

After Taehyung left, Jungkook remained on the bed for a moment longer, hand replacing
Taehyung's on his abdomen, feeling the continued movements of the baby within. "Your life
is going to be so complicated, little one," he whispered. "But you'll be loved. By all of us, in
our different ways."
The next few weeks settled into a new rhythm. Jungkook's pregnancy progressed smoothly,
his body adapting to the growing life within. The nursery was completed, a crib assembled,
tiny clothes folded and stored in drawers. Preparations for the baby's arrival moved forward
as all three maintained their careful boundaries.

Dr. Min was pleased with Jungkook's progress at his twenty-week checkup. "Everything
looks perfect," he announced after reviewing the ultrasound. "Would you like to know the
sex?"

The three of them exchanged glances, having discussed this previously. "No," Soha answered
for them. "We'd like it to be a surprise."

Dr. Min nodded, making a note in the chart. "Very well. Jungkook, you're entering the most
comfortable part of pregnancy for most omegas. The second trimester is usually when
patients report feeling their best—increased energy, decreased nausea, and not yet
experiencing the discomforts of late pregnancy."

"I have been feeling better," Jungkook confirmed. "More like myself, just... rounder."

The doctor smiled. "Enjoy it while it lasts. The third trimester brings its own challenges."

As they were preparing to leave, Dr. Min asked to speak with Jungkook privately for a
moment. Taehyung and Soha exchanged a glance but stepped out into the waiting room
without protest.

"Is something wrong?" Jungkook asked once they were alone.

"Not medically, no," Dr. Min assured him. "But I wanted to check on the... emotional aspects
of your arrangement. It's not uncommon for surrogates to develop complex feelings during
pregnancy, especially in cases involving natural conception rather than artificial methods."

Jungkook tensed slightly. "Everything is fine."

Dr. Min studied him with a practiced clinical eye. "Jungkook, I've been doing this for many
years. I can recognize when a patient is struggling with emotional complications. Your scent
has notes that suggest stress and emotional conflict, despite your healthy physical state."

"I'm just... adjusting to the reality that this baby isn't mine to keep," Jungkook admitted,
offering a partial truth. "It's natural to form an attachment while carrying a child."

"It is," Dr. Min agreed. "But there seems to be more to it than that. Your scent also carries
markers of alpha-omega bonding that are unusually strong for a standard surrogacy
arrangement."

Jungkook's heart rate increased. "As you explained before, that's a natural biological response
to pregnancy, especially with natural conception."

"True, but the intensity suggests ongoing contact beyond the initial conception."
The implication was clear. Dr. Min suspected the continued intimacy between Jungkook and
Taehyung, though he was tactful enough not to state it directly.

"I'm not here to judge," the doctor continued when Jungkook remained silent. "But as your
physician, I'm concerned about the potential emotional impact when the birth occurs.
Stronger bonds make separation more difficult."

"I understand the terms of our arrangement," Jungkook said stiffly. "I know my place in this
situation."

Dr. Min nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I believe you do. But biology can be
powerful, especially for omegas. I've seen surrogacy arrangements falter in the final stages
because these realities weren't properly addressed."

"What are you suggesting?" Jungkook asked.

"Counseling, perhaps. Either individually or with all parties involved. To prepare for the
transition that will come with birth."

The thought of sitting in therapy with Taehyung and Soha, discussing the complexities of
their relationship, made Jungkook's stomach twist uncomfortably. "I'll consider it," he said
noncommittally.

Dr. Min seemed to recognize that he wouldn't get further in this conversation. "That's all I
ask. And Jungkook? My door is always open if you need to talk. Doctor-patient
confidentiality applies."

The offer was kind, but Jungkook had no intention of confiding the full truth to anyone, not
even a professional bound by confidentiality. "Thank you," he said, gathering his things to
leave.

In the car on the way home, Taehyung glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Everything
okay? What did Dr. Min want to discuss?"

"Just some omega-specific aspects of the pregnancy," Jungkook replied vaguely. "Nothing
concerning."

Soha turned in her seat to look at him directly. "Are you sure? You seem troubled."

Her perceptiveness was disconcerting. Jungkook forced a smile. "Just tired. The appointment
was long."

Neither seemed entirely convinced, but they didn't press the issue. The rest of the drive
passed in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

That evening, Jungkook retreated to his room earlier than usual, claiming fatigue. In truth,
Dr. Min's observations had unsettled him, forcing him to confront realities he had been trying
to ignore. The bond between him and Taehyung was stronger than it should be for a simple
surrogacy arrangement. And someone had noticed—someone outside their careful bubble of
denial.
A soft knock interrupted his brooding. "Jungkook? May I come in?" Soha's voice.

He straightened, composing himself. "Of course."

She entered, carrying a mug of the ginger and honey tea he'd come to favor in the evenings.
"I thought you might like this before bed," she said, setting it on his nightstand.

"Thank you," he said, genuinely touched by the gesture. "That's very thoughtful."

Soha hesitated, then sat on the edge of his bed, maintaining a respectful distance. "I wanted to
check on you. You've seemed... preoccupied since the appointment today."

Jungkook took the mug, wrapping his hands around its warmth. "Dr. Min just gave me some
things to think about. About after the birth."

Soha nodded understanding. "It must be difficult, preparing to separate from the baby after
carrying it for nine months."

"It is," Jungkook admitted. "More than I expected when we made this arrangement."

"I can only imagine." Soha's expression was compassionate. "I meant what I said before,
about wanting you to remain part of our lives, if you'd like to be. Part of the baby's life."

The kindness in her offer made Jungkook's guilt even more acute. How could she be so
generous, so understanding, while he and Taehyung were betraying her trust?

"Soha," he began, then faltered, unsure what he could possibly say.

She seemed to sense his inner conflict. "Whatever you're feeling, whatever you're struggling
with, you can talk to me. This arrangement has asked so much of you. The least we can do is
support you through it."

The irony of her offer—to confide in her about the very betrayal that was causing his distress
—was almost unbearable. Jungkook took a sip of tea to avoid responding immediately.

"Thank you," he said finally. "But I think this is something I need to work through on my
own."

Soha studied his face, seeming to sense there was more he wasn't saying. "Alright. But please
remember you're not alone in this. Whatever happens after the birth, you'll always be
important to this child. And to us."

The sincerity in her voice made Jungkook's chest ache with guilt. "You're very kind, Soha.
More than I deserve."

"That's not true," she said firmly. "You're giving us the most precious gift possible. Nothing
can compare to that."

After she left, Jungkook lay awake for hours, Dr. Min's words and Soha's kindness swirling
in his mind. The reality of their situation—of his feelings for Taehyung, of the child he was
carrying, of the arrangement they had all agreed to—seemed increasingly impossible to
navigate without someone getting hurt.

The following week brought a new complication. Taehyung's parents announced their
intention to visit, wanting to see the nursery preparations and check on the progress of the
pregnancy that would finally give them the grandchild they had been demanding for years.

"They'll be here Saturday," Taehyung informed Jungkook and Soha over breakfast. "Just for
the afternoon. I couldn't put them off any longer."

"What have you told them about me?" Jungkook asked, concern evident in his voice. "About
our arrangement?"

"The simplified version," Taehyung replied. "That you're a surrogate, that the pregnancy was
achieved through clinical methods, that you're staying with us to ensure everything
progresses smoothly."

"Will they expect me to be... what? The help? A guest? How should I behave around them?"
Jungkook's anxiety was rising. The prospect of meeting Taehyung's parents—people who
held such influence over his life, who had pressured him and Soha for an heir—was daunting.

"Just be yourself," Soha suggested gently. "You don't need to play a role. You're carrying
their grandchild—that gives you a certain status in this situation."

Taehyung nodded agreement. "My parents can be... traditional. But they understand the
necessity of our arrangement. They'll be respectful."

Despite their reassurances, Jungkook felt unprepared when Saturday arrived. He dressed
carefully in loose but presentable clothes that accommodated his growing bump without
emphasizing it unnecessarily. His relationship with his own parents had been complicated
even before his father left, and the prospect of meeting Taehyung's intimidating parents had
him on edge.

They arrived precisely at the appointed time—Mr. Kim tall and imposing in an expensive suit
despite the weekend, Mrs. Kim elegant in designer clothes that suggested casual affluence
rather than comfort. Their assessment of the apartment was swift and subtle, their gazes
lingering on Jungkook with undisguised curiosity.

"Mother, Father, this is Jeon Jungkook," Taehyung introduced formally. "Jungkook, my

parents."

Jungkook bowed respectfully. "It's an honor to meet you."

Mrs. Kim approached him directly, her eyes moving clinically to his abdomen. "How far
along are you now?"

"Twenty-two weeks," Jungkook answered.

"And everything is progressing normally? No complications?"

"None. The doctor says everything looks perfect."

She nodded, satisfied with this basic information. "Good. The nursery?"

Soha stepped forward. "We've just finished it. Would you like to see?"

As they moved toward the nursery, Jungkook felt Mr. Kim's gaze on him, assessing,
calculating. He fell into step beside Jungkook as they followed the others down the hallway.

"My son says you're a musician," he said, his deep voice neutral.

"Yes, sir. I studied music composition in university."

"An unusual background for a surrogate," Mr. Kim observed. "How did you come to this
arrangement with my son and daughter-in-law?"

The question was probing, suspicious even. Jungkook chose his words carefully. "We met
through mutual connections. When I learned of their situation, I offered to help."

Mr. Kim's eyebrow rose slightly. "Out of altruism?"

"There's compensation involved, of course," Jungkook admitted. "But that's not the only
reason."

"Indeed." Mr. Kim's tone suggested he didn't believe that for a moment.

In the nursery, Mrs. Kim was examining every detail with a critical eye while Soha explained
their choices. "The celestial theme was Jungkook's suggestion," she was saying. "We all
agreed it was perfect—gender-neutral and calming for the baby."

Mrs. Kim turned to look at Jungkook with new interest. "You have input on these decisions?"

"Soha has been very inclusive," Jungkook explained. "She values my perspective, but all
final decisions are hers and Taehyung's, of course."

"As they should be," Mrs. Kim said firmly.

The subtle reminder of his place stung, but Jungkook kept his expression neutral. "Of
course."

Throughout the afternoon, similar moments occurred—small reminders from Taehyung's

parents that despite his central role in creating their grandchild, Jungkook was ultimately an
outsider to the family. They were unfailingly polite but distinctly cold, their interaction with
him purely transactional.

Their behavior toward Soha was markedly different—warm, approving, treating her as the
true mother-to-be despite her lack of biological connection to the child. It was clear they had
fully embraced the fiction that Soha's infertility was being circumvented through clinical
means rather than through Taehyung's direct involvement with another omega.
As the visit progressed, Jungkook found himself increasingly withdrawing from
conversation, responding when directly addressed but otherwise fading into the background.
His position in this family tableau was becoming painfully clear—a temporary vessel, not a
permanent fixture.

It was a relief when they finally departed, leaving the three of them alone again in the
penthouse. Soha immediately turned to Jungkook, concern in her expression.

"I'm sorry about that," she said. "They can be... difficult."

"It's fine," Jungkook assured her, though his tight smile suggested otherwise. "They just want
to protect their family's interests. I understand."

"You're carrying their grandchild," Taehyung said, frustration evident in his voice. "They
could have shown more warmth."

"It's easier for them to think of me as a service provider than as a person," Jungkook said with
forced lightness. "Less complicated that way."

The truth of his statement hung in the air between them. It would be easier for everyone if
Jungkook was just a surrogate, just a temporary vessel for their child. But he had become
more than that—to the baby, to Taehyung, even to Soha in her way.

"You're more than that to us," Soha said, echoing his thoughts with uncomfortable accuracy.
"You're part of this child's story. Part of our lives now."

Jungkook nodded, unable to articulate the complex emotions swirling within him. "I think I
need to rest," he said instead. "It's been a long day."

In his room, Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, one hand resting on his bump where the
baby was particularly active, as if responding to the stress of the day. The visit had forced
him to confront realities he had been avoiding—that no matter how complicated his feelings
for Taehyung had become, no matter how kindly Soha treated him, he was ultimately an
outsider in this family narrative.

A soft knock at his door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he called, expecting Soha with
her usual thoughtful gesture of evening tea.

Instead, Taehyung entered, closing the door quietly behind him. "I wanted to apologize for
my parents," he said, remaining near the door rather than approaching the bed. "Their
behavior was unacceptable."

"It wasn't that bad," Jungkook demurred. "They were polite."

"Polite but cold. You deserve better." Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, a rare gesture of
frustration from someone usually so composed. "You're giving them what they've wanted for
years—a grandchild to continue the family line—and they treated you like hired help."

"Isn't that what I am, essentially?" Jungkook asked, the day's emotional toll making him more
direct than usual. "A womb for hire?"
Taehyung looked pained. "You know you're more than that."

"Am I?" Jungkook challenged. "What am I to you, Taehyung? To this family? Once the baby
is born and I've fulfilled my part of the contract, what then?"

The questions hung between them, dangerous in their directness. They had been careful to
avoid such explicit discussions since agreeing to maintain boundaries weeks earlier.

"You know I can't answer that," Taehyung said finally. "Not in the way you want me to."

"Because of Soha."

"Yes. Because of Soha. Because of our marriage, our family, our entire lives." Taehyung's
voice was low but intense. "What happened between us—what continues to happen between
us when we're weak—it doesn't change those realities."

The truth hurt, but Jungkook couldn't deny it. "I know," he said softly. "I've always known. I
just..." He trailed off, unable to articulate exactly what he wanted, what he had been hoping
for.

"This situation is impossible," Taehyung said, moving further into the room despite his earlier
caution. "For all of us. But especially for you. You're carrying my child, feeling it grow and
move every day, knowing you'll have to give it up. And I've made it worse by blurring the
lines between us."

"We both did that," Jungkook corrected. "I'm equally responsible."

Taehyung sat beside him on the bed, maintaining a small distance between them. "The visit
today made me realize something. When the baby comes, when you've recovered from the
birth and the contract is fulfilled... you should go. Make a clean break. Start fresh somewhere
without the complication of watching this child grow up calling someone else 'mother' and
someone else 'father.'"

The suggestion felt like a physical blow. "Is that what you want?"

"It's not about what I want," Taehyung said, his voice tight with emotion. "It's about what's
best. For the baby. For Soha. For you."

"And what about you?" Jungkook pressed. "What's best for you in all this?"

Taehyung's eyes met his, raw honesty in his gaze. "I don't know anymore. I love my wife. I
want this child. But I also..." He stopped, unable or unwilling to complete the thought.

"You also what?" Jungkook whispered, though he feared the answer.

Before Taehyung could respond, a quiet voice came from the doorway. "I think I can finish
that sentence for you."

They both turned, startled, to find Soha standing there, a mug of tea in her hands and a
complex expression on her face.
"Soha," Taehyung began, rising quickly. "We were just—"

"Please don't insult me with excuses," she said quietly. "How long has this been going on?"

The direct question hung in the air between them. Jungkook felt sick with guilt and fear,
unable to look at either of them.

"Nothing is 'going on' right now," Taehyung said carefully. "We've maintained boundaries
since—"

"Since when, Taehyung?" Soha's voice remained calm, controlled, but with an undercurrent
of pain that was worse than anger would have been. "Since his heat? Or has it been more
recent than that?"

The specificity of her question suggested she had suspected for some time. Jungkook finally
found his voice. "Soha, I'm so sorry. We never meant to—"

"To what? To develop feelings for each other? To act on those feelings?" She set the mug
down on the dresser with precise movements. "I'm not blind, Jungkook. I've seen how you
look at each other. I've sensed the changes in both your scents when you're in the same room.
I just didn't want to believe it was happening in my own home, with my husband, with the
omega carrying our child."

"It's not Jungkook's fault," Taehyung said, stepping forward. "If you want to blame someone,
blame me."

"I blame both of you," Soha said simply. "And myself, for ignoring what was happening right
in front of me." She turned to Jungkook. "When you said you were struggling with emotional
aspects of the pregnancy, with giving up the baby after birth—was that the whole truth? Or
was it also about your feelings for my husband?"

Jungkook couldn't lie to her, not now. "Both," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I never
expected to develop feelings for Taehyung. It wasn't part of our arrangement. But the heat,
the pregnancy hormones... they created a connection we didn't anticipate."

"Biological factors, then?" Soha's tone was skeptical. "Just chemistry and hormones?"

"No," Taehyung answered before Jungkook could. "Not just that. We tried to tell ourselves it
was, but..."

Soha nodded, as if his admission confirmed something she had long suspected. "I see." She
straightened her shoulders. "I need time to think. About all of this. About where we go from
here."

"Soha, please," Taehyung began, moving toward her.

She held up a hand, stopping him. "Not now, Taehyung. I can't talk about this now." She
turned to leave, then paused in the doorway. "The tea is ginger and honey. For the baby.
Whatever else is happening between the three of us, the baby deserves our best."
After she left, Jungkook and Taehyung remained frozen in place, the magnitude of what had
just happened settling over them like a heavy blanket.

"I should go to her," Taehyung said finally.

Jungkook nodded, unable to meet his eyes. "Yes. You should."

Left alone, Jungkook curled on his side as much as his pregnant belly would allow, tears
finally breaking free. The careful arrangement they had constructed, the delicate balance they
had maintained—it had all collapsed in a single moment of truth.

And now they would all have to face the consequences.

The baby kicked within him, a reminder of what was truly at stake in this complicated tangle
of emotions and obligations. Whatever happened next, whatever painful reckonings awaited
them all, that child deserved better than the mess the adults in its life had created.

Jungkook placed a protective hand over his bump. "I'm sorry, little one," he whispered.
"We've made such a mess of things."

In the quiet of his room, with the undrunk tea cooling on the dresser, Jungkook faced the
possibility that he had lost not only Taehyung but also Soha's kindness and the chance to
remain connected to the child he was carrying. The clean break Taehyung had suggested
might now become an unwilling reality, forced by betrayal rather than chosen for healing.

It was a painful truth to face, but one that had perhaps been inevitable from the moment he
and Taehyung first crossed the boundaries of their arrangement. Now all that remained was to
see what could be salvaged from the wreckage—if anything at all.

💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀
Temptation
The penthouse felt unnaturally quiet the next morning. Jungkook emerged from his room
after a mostly sleepless night to find Taehyung sitting alone at the kitchen island, staring into
a cup of coffee that had clearly gone cold. The dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn't
slept either.

"Where's Soha?" Jungkook asked hesitantly, hovering in the doorway.

Taehyung looked up, his expression hollow. "She left early this morning. Going to stay with
her sister for a few days. She said she needs time to think."

Jungkook's stomach clenched with guilt. "I'm so sorry, Taehyung. This is all my fault—"

"It's not just yours," Taehyung interrupted. "We're both responsible. We knew the boundaries
and we crossed them anyway."

Jungkook moved further into the kitchen, preparing himself a glass of water to have
something to do with his hands. "Did you talk to her last night? After..."

"I tried." Taehyung ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "She wouldn't discuss it. Just said
she needed space to figure out what this means for our marriage, for the arrangement... for
everything."

The weight of what they had done—the trust they had broken—settled heavily between them.
Jungkook placed a protective hand over his growing bump, feeling the now-familiar
movements of the baby within. This child would be born into a situation even more
complicated than they had originally anticipated.

"What happens now?" he asked quietly.

Taehyung looked up, meeting his gaze directly. "I don't know. That depends on Soha. On
what she decides."

The uncertainty of their situation hung in the air, tense and uncomfortable. Jungkook couldn't
help but wonder if this was the end—if Soha would demand he leave, find another living
arrangement for the remainder of his pregnancy, cut all ties beyond the legal necessities of
their contract.

"Should I... should I start looking for somewhere else to stay?" he asked, voicing the fear.

Taehyung shook his head. "No. Whatever happens between Soha and me, you're still carrying
our child. Your health and wellbeing remain the priority."

A silence fell between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Jungkook finished
his water and retreated to his room, leaving Taehyung to his troubled contemplation.
As the day progressed, Jungkook found himself increasingly restless. His body temperature
fluctuated, his skin became hypersensitive, and an undeniable ache began to build within
him. By evening, he recognized what was happening—the hormone surge Dr. Min had
warned might occur during the second trimester, particularly for male omegas.

The timing couldn't have been worse. With their relationship in crisis, with Soha's trust
betrayed and her return uncertain, the last thing they needed was another biological
complication. Jungkook tried to manage the symptoms alone, taking a cool shower that
provided temporary relief at best.

When night fell, the sensations only intensified. His body burned with need, his heightened
senses making him acutely aware of Taehyung's presence elsewhere in the apartment. Even
through closed doors, Jungkook could detect his scent—that familiar blend of sandalwood
and something uniquely Taehyung that had become inextricably linked with comfort and
desire in his mind.

He tried to distract himself with music, with reading, with anything that might take his mind
off the insistent demands of his body. Nothing helped. By midnight, he was pacing his room,
one hand supporting his back where the added weight of his pregnancy created a dull ache,
the other alternating between running through his sweat-dampened hair and caressing his
sensitive skin.

When his phone buzzed with a text message, Jungkook practically lunged for it, desperate for
any distraction. The message was from Soha: Coming home in three days. We need to talk—
all three of us. Taking time to think clearly.

The extended timeline sent a surge of panic through Jungkook. Three more days of this
hormone surge? He wasn't sure he could bear it. He forwarded the message to Taehyung, who
responded almost immediately: Understood. Are you alright? You've been quiet today.

The simple expression of concern broke something in Jungkook. Before he could reconsider,
he found himself texting back: Having difficult time with hormone surge. Dr. Min warned
about this.

There was a pause before Taehyung's response came: Do you need anything? Medicine? Tea?

Jungkook hesitated, thumbs hovering over the screen. What he needed was something neither
of them should be offering or accepting, not after everything that had happened. Not with
Soha's trust already broken. And yet...

Can we talk? he sent finally, a compromise between honesty and restraint.

A knock came at his door less than a minute later. Jungkook opened it to find Taehyung
standing there, concern evident in his expression. He immediately noticed the change in
Jungkook—the flushed skin, dilated pupils, the sweet intensification of his omega scent that
signaled his heightened state.

"You're in distress," Taehyung observed, his alpha instincts clearly responding to Jungkook's
condition despite his efforts to maintain a neutral expression.
"I can't seem to get comfortable," Jungkook admitted, wrapping his arms around himself as if
that might contain the sensations coursing through his body. "Dr. Min said it could happen,
but I didn't expect it to be this intense."

Taehyung hesitated in the doorway, visibly torn between the instinct to comfort and the
knowledge that they had promised to maintain boundaries. "Did he suggest any treatments?
Anything that might help?"

"Just the usual—rest, hydration, moderate physical activity if possible." Jungkook ran a hand
through his hair in frustration. "Nothing that actually addresses the underlying issue."

The "underlying issue" hung unspoken between them—the intense physical need that
hormonal surges created in omegas, particularly pregnant ones. Traditionally, an omega's
alpha partner would help alleviate these symptoms, but their situation was far from
traditional.

"I shouldn't have messaged you," Jungkook said, stepping back from the door. "This isn't
your problem to solve. Not anymore."

Instead of leaving as Jungkook expected, Taehyung entered the room, closing the door behind
him. "Your wellbeing affects the baby's wellbeing," he said, keeping a careful distance. "That
makes it my concern, regardless of... everything else."

The simple logic provided a framework, a justification for the conversation they both knew
they wanted to have. Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, needing to relieve the pressure on
his lower back.

"I've never experienced anything like this," he admitted. "Even my heats were more
manageable. At least they followed a predictable pattern."

Taehyung remained standing, hands clasped behind his back as if physically restraining
himself. "How long has Dr. Min indicated it might last?"

"A few days. Maybe a week." Jungkook couldn't suppress a small groan at the prospect. "I
don't know how I'm going to get through it."

The sound of distress triggered something primal in Taehyung—Jungkook could see it in the
way his posture stiffened, the subtle flare of his nostrils as he detected the changes in
Jungkook's scent.

"What can I do?" Taehyung asked, his voice dropping to a lower register. "What do you need,
Jungkook?"

The question was dangerous, opening a door they had both promised to keep closed.
Jungkook knew the right answer, the responsible answer—nothing, there's nothing you can
do, we need to respect the boundaries we've agreed to.

But his body, his hormones, demanded honesty. "I need you," he whispered, the admission
causing equal parts relief and shame. "I know we shouldn't. I know it's wrong. But my body
is screaming for yours, and I don't know how to make it stop."

Taehyung closed his eyes briefly, his own internal struggle evident in the tension of his jaw,
the controlled rhythm of his breathing. "Soha trusted us to maintain boundaries."

"I know," Jungkook agreed miserably. "And we've already betrayed that trust once. We
shouldn't do it again."

"No, we shouldn't." Taehyung took a step backward, toward the door. "I should leave. You
should rest. Try to sleep if you can."

The rational part of Jungkook knew Taehyung was right, that they needed to be stronger this
time, to respect the boundaries despite biological urges. But as Taehyung turned to leave, a
particularly strong wave of need crashed through him, drawing a whimper from his throat
before he could suppress it.

The sound stopped Taehyung in his tracks. He turned back slowly, his expression pained.
"Jungkook..."

"Please," Jungkook whispered, beyond pride, beyond restraint. "Just... help me through this.
Just until the surge passes. Then we can go back to how things should be."

Taehyung remained frozen by the door, clearly warring with himself. "And when Soha
returns? What then?"

"We tell her the truth," Jungkook said, surprising himself with the conviction in his voice.
"No more secrets. No more lies. But right now, I need—" He broke off as another wave of
sensation coursed through him, leaving him trembling.

The sight of Jungkook in distress broke Taehyung's remaining resistance. He crossed the
room in three swift strides, sitting beside Jungkook on the bed and pulling him into his arms.
The contact was electrifying, immediate relief and heightened desire mingling in a confusing
rush of sensation.

"This is wrong," Taehyung murmured against Jungkook's hair, even as his hands moved to
soothe, to caress, to comfort.

"I know," Jungkook agreed, melting into the touch he had been craving for hours. "But it
feels necessary. Like my body can't function without yours right now."

Taehyung's scent wrapped around him, rich and comforting, his alpha pheromones
responding to Jungkook's omega distress signals on a level beyond conscious control. Where
their skin touched, the burning ache eased, replaced by a different kind of heat—focused,
purposeful, satisfying rather than torturous.

"Tell me what you need," Taehyung whispered, his hands moving over Jungkook's back, his
shoulders, careful and gentle. "How can I help you through this?"

In answer, Jungkook turned his face up, seeking Taehyung's lips with his own. The kiss began
tentatively, a question rather than a demand. But as Taehyung responded, the last threads of
restraint dissolved between them. The kiss deepened, became hungry, desperate, months of
suppressed need channeled into this single point of contact.

Jungkook's hands moved to Taehyung's shirt, fumbling with buttons in his urgency. Taehyung
caught his wrists gently, slowing him.

"We have time," he murmured against Jungkook's lips. "Let me take care of you."

The tenderness in his voice nearly undid Jungkook completely. He nodded, surrendering to
Taehyung's guidance, allowing himself to be laid back against the pillows with careful
deliberation.

Taehyung undressed him slowly, reverently, pausing to place gentle kisses on each newly
exposed patch of skin. He paid special attention to Jungkook's rounded belly, caressing the
taut skin with both hands before pressing his lips to the spot where their child grew.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, looking up to meet Jungkook's gaze. "So beautiful carrying
our child."

The words sent a shiver through Jungkook, the possessive "our" highlighting both the
connection that bound them and the complication of their situation. But as Taehyung
continued his exploration, such thoughts faded, replaced by the immediate reality of touch, of
pleasure, of relief from the aching need that had been tormenting him.

Their bodies came together with a familiarity born of previous intimacy, yet each touch felt
new, heightened by the forbidden nature of their connection, by the knowledge that this might
be the last time. Taehyung was careful of Jungkook's pregnant body, finding positions that
accommodated his changed form while still allowing for the deepest connection.

Afterward, as they lay tangled together in the quiet darkness of Jungkook's room, reality
began to seep back in. The relief was temporary—Jungkook could already feel the hormone
surge building again, his body preparing for another cycle of need.

"It's starting again," he murmured against Taehyung's chest.

Taehyung's arms tightened around him. "I'm here," he promised. "For as long as you need
me."

The next two days passed in a haze of intimacy and guilt. Taehyung canceled his work
commitments, staying close to help Jungkook through the hormone surge that seemed to
come in waves—intense need followed by brief periods of clarity and relief. During those
clearer moments, they talked, trying to make sense of their situation, to prepare for Soha's
return and the inevitable confrontation that awaited them.

"We have to tell her the truth," Jungkook insisted during one such interlude, his head resting
on Taehyung's chest. "About these past few days. About everything."

"I know," Taehyung agreed, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Jungkook's shoulder. "No
more secrets. No more lies. Whatever happens after that, at least we'll have been honest."
The hormone surge finally began to subside on the third day, leaving Jungkook exhausted but
clearheaded for the first time since it began. They had one more night before Soha's return,
one more night to prepare for the consequences of their actions.

They spent it together, not in passionate embrace but in quiet conversation, planning for all
possibilities, acknowledging the depth of what had developed between them while
recognizing the reality of their situation.

"I never expected to feel this way about you," Taehyung admitted, his hand resting on
Jungkook's rounded abdomen where their child grew. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"I know," Jungkook replied softly. "For me either."

"Whatever happens tomorrow, whatever Soha decides, I want you to know that this wasn't
just physical for me. It wasn't just biology or hormones." Taehyung's gaze was intense,
honest. "You matter to me, Jungkook. You and this child."

The words were both beautiful and painful, highlighting everything they might have been
under different circumstances, everything they couldn't be now.

"And Soha?" Jungkook asked quietly.

Taehyung's expression grew troubled. "I love my wife. That hasn't changed. But what I feel
for you is real too. I don't know how to reconcile those things. I don't know if it's even
possible."

Morning came too quickly, bringing with it the knowledge that Soha would return that
afternoon. They separated reluctantly, Taehyung returning to his own room to shower and
change while Jungkook prepared himself for what was to come.

As he stood under the shower spray, one hand cradling his bump where the baby moved
actively within, Jungkook tried to find peace with whatever the future might hold. The past
few days had been a stolen moment outside of reality—necessary for his wellbeing, perhaps,
but at what cost to all their futures?

The baby kicked against his palm, a reminder of what was truly at stake. Whatever happened
between the adults in its life, this child deserved stability, love, honesty. And that started with
facing the truth of what they had done, with accepting the consequences of their actions.

When Soha's text came—On my way home. We need to talk.—Jungkook felt a strange sense
of calm settle over him. The waiting was almost over. The truth would be told. And whatever
came next, they would face it together, for the sake of the child that connected them all.
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Reconciliation
The penthouse was unnaturally quiet as they waited for Soha's return. Jungkook had spent the
morning cleaning his room, removing all evidence of the past three days—changing sheets,
airing out the space, even using scent neutralizers to mask the lingering traces of their
activities. It felt both necessary and somehow dishonest, given their agreement to be truthful
with Soha.

Taehyung paced the living room, pausing occasionally to stare out at the city skyline. He had
dressed formally, as if preparing for an important business meeting rather than a painful
conversation with his wife. His posture was rigid, his movements controlled, but Jungkook
could sense the anxiety beneath the composed exterior.

"Do you want me to leave you two alone at first?" Jungkook asked, perched uncertainly on
the edge of the sofa. "Maybe you should talk privately before I join the conversation."

Taehyung shook his head. "No. We agreed on complete honesty. That means facing this
together." He paused, meeting Jungkook's gaze directly. "Unless you'd prefer not to be there
initially?"

"I'll do whatever makes this easiest for Soha," Jungkook replied. "This isn't about what's
comfortable for me."

Before Taehyung could respond, the sound of the front door opening announced Soha's
arrival. They both turned, tension immediately filling the air as she entered the living room.

Soha looked composed, if tired—her usual elegant appearance slightly subdued by simpler
clothes and minimal makeup. Her gaze moved between them, taking in their anxious
expressions, the careful distance they maintained from each other.

"Soha," Taehyung began, stepping forward. "I'm glad you're home."

She set down her bag with deliberate movements. "Are you?" The question was pointed but
not angry—more weary than accusatory.

"Yes," Taehyung answered honestly. "These days without you... they've been difficult."

Something flickered in Soha's expression—doubt, perhaps, or the shadow of hurt. "I needed
time to think. To decide what happens next for all of us."

Her gaze shifted to include Jungkook, who instinctively placed a protective hand over his
bump. The baby moved within him, as if sensing the tension in the room.

"Should we sit?" Taehyung suggested, gesturing toward the seating area.

Soha nodded, choosing the armchair while Taehyung and Jungkook took opposite ends of the
sofa. The arrangement felt symbolic somehow—two facing one, with the coffee table as
neutral territory between them.

"Before you say anything," Taehyung began, "there's something you need to know.
Something that happened while you were away."

Soha's expression remained carefully neutral. "I'm listening."

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, a silent confirmation passing between them. "Jungkook

experienced a hormone surge—something Dr. Min had warned might happen during the
second trimester. It was... intense. Difficult for him to manage alone."

Understanding dawned in Soha's eyes, though her face remained composed. "And you helped
him through it," she stated rather than asked.

"Yes," Taehyung admitted, not looking away from her gaze. "I know we had promised to
maintain boundaries. I know this betrays your trust again. But—"

"But biology is compelling," Soha finished for him. "Especially for alphas and omegas in
proximity during pregnancy."

Her calm reaction surprised them both. Jungkook had expected anger, tears, perhaps even an
immediate demand that he leave. Instead, Soha seemed almost resigned, as if this
development was somehow expected.

"You're not surprised," Jungkook observed quietly.

"Not entirely, no." Soha's gaze shifted to him. "Dr. Min explained these hormone surges when
I spoke with him. He mentioned they can be particularly intense for male omegas, almost
comparable to heat cycles in some cases."

"You discussed this with Dr. Min?" Taehyung asked, clearly caught off guard.

"Yes. I needed to understand what was happening from a medical perspective. To separate the
biological from the emotional." Soha's hands smoothed her skirt, a gesture that betrayed her
inner tension despite her composed exterior. "That's partly why I needed these days away. To
learn, to think, to decide how to move forward."

"And have you? Decided?" Taehyung asked, his voice carefully controlled.

Soha was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I've spent our entire marriage wanting
a child," she finally said. "Wanting to create a family with you, Taehyung. When that proved
impossible naturally, we explored every option, endured every treatment, until we finally
arrived at this arrangement." Her gaze moved to Jungkook. "An arrangement that has become
far more complicated than any of us anticipated."

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said softly. "This isn't what any of us wanted."
"Isn't it?" Soha challenged gently. "Because from where I stand, it seems like at least some
aspects of this situation are exactly what you two wanted, even if you didn't plan for them
initially."

The observation was uncomfortably perceptive. Neither Taehyung nor Jungkook could deny
the truth in it—whatever had developed between them might not have been intentional, but it
had been welcomed, embraced even, once it emerged.

"The question now," Soha continued, "is what we do about it. All of us, together. Because
there's more at stake here than just our feelings." Her gaze dropped to Jungkook's rounded
abdomen. "There's a child involved. Our child."

The inclusive "our" didn't escape Jungkook's notice—Soha was still claiming the baby as her
own, despite everything that had happened. It spoke to her commitment, her determination to
be this child's mother regardless of the complications between the adults.

"What do you want, Soha?" Taehyung asked directly. "Tell us what you need from us moving
forward."

Soha took a deep breath. "I've made a decision. After much thought, many conversations with
my therapist, and yes, consultation with Dr. Min." She looked between them. "I'm not
leaving, Taehyung. I'm not ending our marriage. And I'm not asking Jungkook to leave."

The declaration hung in the air for a moment, unexpected in its definitiveness.

"You're... staying?" Taehyung clarified, as if uncertain he had heard correctly.

"Yes." Soha's gaze was steady. "But things need to change. For all of us."

"Whatever you need," Jungkook said quickly. "I can find another place to stay if that would
be easier for you. The baby and I would be fine—"

"That's not what I want," Soha interrupted. "In fact, it's the opposite of what I'm proposing."

Confusion crossed both men's faces.

"What are you proposing, exactly?" Taehyung asked carefully.

Soha straightened in her chair, her posture reflecting her resolve. "I'm proposing we
acknowledge reality instead of fighting against it. The three of us are connected now,
inextricably, through this child. Pretending otherwise has only led to secrecy and pain."

"What does that mean practically?" Jungkook asked, trying to understand where she was
heading.

"It means we stop pretending that this is a simple surrogacy arrangement. It means we
recognize that what's happened between you two isn't just biology—though that's certainly a
factor. It means we find a way forward that respects all of our needs and feelings while
prioritizing what's best for the baby."
Taehyung leaned forward slightly. "Soha, are you suggesting..."

"I'm suggesting we consider a more... unconventional arrangement," she confirmed. "One

that acknowledges the reality of your feelings for each other while preserving our marriage
and ensuring the baby has a stable, loving environment."

The implications of her words slowly sank in. Jungkook looked at her with widening eyes.
"You can't mean..."

"A modified family structure," Soha said calmly. "With clearly defined roles and boundaries,
yes, but one that makes space for the connections that have formed."

The silence that followed was profound, both men attempting to process the unexpected
direction of the conversation.

"This isn't a decision I've made lightly," Soha continued when neither responded. "And I'm
not suggesting this purely out of selflessness. The truth is, I want this child. I want to be its
mother. And I believe maintaining stability for all of us is the best path to that goal."

"But what about your happiness?" Taehyung asked, clearly concerned. "Soha, I never wanted
to hurt you. I never intended for any of this to happen."

"I know," she acknowledged. "And I won't pretend this is easy for me. It isn't. But after these
days of reflection, I've realized something important—my vision of happiness has always
centered around creating a family with you. This may not be the path I imagined, but it still
leads to that goal."

Jungkook struggled to find words, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what Soha was
proposing. "I don't know what to say," he admitted finally. "This is... incredibly generous.
More than I deserve after—"

"This isn't about what anyone deserves," Soha interrupted gently. "It's about finding a
solution that works for all of us, especially for the child." She placed a hand on her chest. "I
won't lie and say my heart is completely at peace with this. It isn't. But I believe we can build
something that works, if we're honest with each other going forward."

Taehyung moved to kneel beside Soha's chair, taking her hands in his. "I love you," he said
simply. "That hasn't changed. Through all of this, my love for you has remained constant."

Tears finally welled in Soha's eyes—the first crack in her composed exterior. "I believe you,"
she whispered. "And I love you too. That's why I'm willing to try this. To find a way forward
together."

The intimacy of the moment made Jungkook feel like an intruder. He shifted uncomfortably,
unsure of his place in this reconciliation.

Sensing his discomfort, Soha looked over at him. "Jungkook, this involves you too. For this
to work, we all need to be committed to honesty, to respect, to putting the baby's needs first."
"Of course," he agreed quickly. "But I still don't fully understand what you're suggesting.
Practically speaking, what would this arrangement look like?"

Soha gently extracted her hands from Taehyung's, composing herself. "I think that's
something we need to figure out together. This isn't a situation with established rules or
precedents. We'll need to create our own framework."

"Starting with complete transparency," Taehyung suggested, returning to his seat on the sofa.
"No more secrets. No more hidden moments."

"Yes," Soha agreed. "And clear boundaries that we all respect. This only works if everyone
feels secure, valued, and heard."

Jungkook nodded slowly, still processing the unexpected turn the conversation had taken.
"And after the birth? What then?"

"You would remain in our lives," Soha said simply. "Your connection to this child is
undeniable—biologically and now emotionally. To sever that would be cruel to both you and
the baby."

The generosity of her vision—a future where he wasn't forced to make a clean break, where
he could maintain some connection to the child he was carrying—brought tears to Jungkook's
eyes. "Thank you," he whispered. "That means more than I can express."

"Don't thank me yet," Soha cautioned. "This won't be easy. We'll all have moments of doubt,
of jealousy, of resentment. Working through those feelings will take commitment from all of
us."

"Whatever it takes," Taehyung promised. "For the baby. For all of us."

As the conversation continued, they began sketching the outlines of their new arrangement—
discussing practical considerations, emotional boundaries, expectations for the future.
Nothing was definitively settled, but a framework began to emerge, a potential path forward
that acknowledged the complex reality of their situation while creating space for all three of
them in the child's life.

When the baby delivered a particularly strong kick during their discussion, Jungkook
instinctively reached for Soha's hand, placing it where the movement could be felt. The
simple gesture—Jungkook sharing this experience with the woman who would be the child's
mother—seemed to symbolize the possibility of their unusual arrangement working.

Soha's eyes widened at the strong movement beneath her palm. "Hello, little one," she
whispered. Her gaze lifted to meet Jungkook's, something like understanding passing
between them—an acknowledgment of their shared connection to this child, despite the
complications between the adults.

Later that evening, after hours of conversation had left them all emotionally drained, Soha
surprised them again.
"Jungkook," she said as they were preparing to retire for the night, "Dr. Min mentioned that
these hormone surges might recur throughout your pregnancy, though likely not as intensely
as this first one."

Jungkook nodded, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Yes, he warned me about that."

"If—when—that happens again," Soha continued, her voice steady despite the difficult
subject matter, "I want you to tell us. Both of us. No more suffering alone, no more secret
arrangements. We'll figure out how to handle it together."

The implication of her words—that she was acknowledging and making space for the
physical aspect of Jungkook and Taehyung's connection as part of their new arrangement—
was both shocking and deeply touching in its pragmatism.

"I... thank you," Jungkook managed, overwhelmed by her capacity for understanding.

That night, alone in his room, Jungkook placed both hands on his rounded abdomen, feeling
the subtle movements of the baby within. "You're going to have quite the unusual family,
little one," he murmured. "But I think it might work. I think we might all find a way to love
you together, even if it's not what any of us expected."

The baby shifted beneath his palms, as if responding to his voice. For the first time since
learning of his pregnancy, Jungkook allowed himself to imagine a future where he didn't have
to make a clean break—where he could watch this child grow, be part of its life in some
capacity, maintain connections with both Taehyung and Soha beyond the terms of their
original contract.

It wouldn't be simple. It wouldn't follow any conventional model of family. But perhaps, with
honesty and commitment from all of them, it could work. Perhaps they could create
something new, something that honored the complex web of love and responsibility that had
formed between them.

As he drifted toward sleep, Jungkook felt a cautious hope taking root—hope for a future that
none of them had anticipated but that might, with care and patience, bring happiness to them
all.
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Adaptation
The weeks following their conversation brought a period of careful adjustment as all three
attempted to navigate the uncharted territory of their new arrangement. The theoretical
framework they had discussed was now being tested in daily reality, with all the
awkwardness and uncertainty that entailed.

At twenty-eight weeks, Jungkook's pregnancy was becoming increasingly visible, his body
changing to accommodate the growing child within. Simple tasks grew more challenging—
bending over, climbing stairs, finding comfortable sleeping positions. The physical reality of
late pregnancy added another layer of complexity to their evolving dynamic.

"Let me help you with that," Taehyung said one morning, taking the laundry basket from
Jungkook's hands as he struggled to maneuver it with his expanded midsection.

"I can manage," Jungkook protested, though he relinquished the basket readily enough.

"I know you can," Taehyung replied with a small smile. "But you don't have to."

From the kitchen doorway, Soha observed the interaction with a carefully neutral expression.
These small moments of care between Taehyung and Jungkook remained somewhat awkward
when she was present—all three hyperaware of the delicate balance they were trying to
maintain.

"Breakfast is ready," she announced, drawing their attention. "Jungkook, I made the protein-
rich oatmeal Dr. Min recommended for your third trimester."

"Thank you," Jungkook said, genuinely touched by her thoughtfulness despite the underlying
tension. "You didn't have to go to the trouble."

"It's no trouble," Soha assured him, moving back to the kitchen. "Besides, what's good for
you is good for the baby."

The baby had become their common ground, the shared focus that helped them navigate
awkward moments. Preparations for its arrival continued—nursery completed, baby clothes
washed and organized, pediatrician selected. These practical tasks provided safe territory for
collaboration, allowing them to build a tentative teamwork that might eventually extend to
emotional areas as well.

Dr. Min had been surprised but supportive when they explained their new arrangement during
Jungkook's twenty-six-week checkup.

"It's certainly unconventional," he had commented after listening to their explanation. "But
I've seen enough failed surrogacy arrangements to appreciate your pragmatic approach. The
stability and cooperation you're working toward will benefit the child tremendously."
His medical validation had provided reassurance during moments of doubt, which still came
frequently for all of them.

Those doubts surfaced most strongly for Soha at night, Jungkook suspected, when she and
Taehyung were alone. Though they never discussed it directly, he sometimes noticed her red-
rimmed eyes in the morning, the slight hoarseness in her voice suggesting difficult
conversations or emotional processing that occurred behind closed doors.

For his part, Jungkook struggled with guilt despite Soha's apparent acceptance of the
situation. He found himself making constant small efforts to acknowledge her primary role as
the baby's mother—asking her opinion on baby-related decisions, ensuring she was the first
to feel particularly strong movements, deferring to her preferences for the nursery.

"You don't need to walk on eggshells around me," Soha told him one afternoon as they sorted
through baby clothes together. "This arrangement only works if we're all honest about what
we're feeling."

Jungkook looked up from the tiny socks he was organizing. "I'm trying to respect your
position. Your generosity in allowing me to remain part of the baby's life..."

"It's not generosity," Soha corrected gently. "It's recognition of reality. This child is connected
to all of us now. Pretending otherwise would only create problems later."

"Still," Jungkook persisted, "most women in your position wouldn't be so understanding."

Soha folded a small blanket with precise movements. "Perhaps not. But I've had years to
come to terms with my inability to carry a child. Years to consider what parenthood truly
means beyond biology." She looked up, meeting his gaze directly. "This situation isn't what
any of us planned, but I believe we can make it work if we're honest with each other."

The conversation was interrupted by Taehyung's arrival home from work, but it marked a
small shift in Jungkook's relationship with Soha—a tentative step toward genuine
communication rather than careful politeness.

Similar small breakthroughs occurred between all three of them as the weeks progressed. The
most significant came unexpectedly during the thirty-week mark, when Jungkook
experienced another hormone surge, just as Dr. Min had warned might happen periodically
throughout the pregnancy.

This one wasn't as intense as the first, but it brought the same restlessness, the same
heightened sensitivity and need for alpha contact. True to his promise, Jungkook didn't suffer
alone or make secret arrangements—he spoke openly with both Taehyung and Soha over
dinner.

"I think it's starting again," he said, setting down his fork with a slightly trembling hand. "Not
as strong as last time, but definitely the same symptoms."

The directness of his statement created a moment of awkward silence. Taehyung glanced at
Soha, clearly uncertain how to respond despite their theoretical agreement about such
situations.

"How can we help?" Soha asked finally, her voice calm despite the obvious difficulty of the
conversation. "What do you need?"

The simple question—acknowledging his needs without judgment or accusation—nearly

brought tears to Jungkook's eyes. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "Physical proximity to an alpha
helps. It doesn't necessarily have to be..." He trailed off, uncomfortable with stating the
obvious.

"Intimate," Taehyung supplied, his tone carefully neutral. "It doesn't necessarily have to be
intimate contact."

"Right," Jungkook agreed, grateful for the clarification. "Just proximity can help manage the
symptoms."

Soha nodded thoughtfully. "Then perhaps we start there. With proximity. See if that's
sufficient."

The pragmatic approach—treating this as a medical issue to be managed rather than an

emotional minefield—helped defuse the tension. That evening, Taehyung sat beside
Jungkook on the sofa during a movie, their shoulders touching, while Soha took the adjacent
armchair. The simple alpha-omega contact did indeed help take the edge off Jungkook's
symptoms, though it didn't eliminate them entirely.

As they prepared to retire for the night, Soha made another unexpected suggestion.
"Jungkook, if the symptoms worsen overnight, Taehyung can stay with you." She spoke
directly, without hesitation. "Whatever level of contact you need—you should have it.
Suffering unnecessarily isn't good for you or the baby."

The offer hung in the air between them, its implications clear. Taehyung looked as surprised
as Jungkook felt.

"Soha," Taehyung began, clearly concerned about her feelings, "are you sure—"

"Yes," she interrupted firmly. "We agreed to approach this honestly and practically. This is a
biological need that affects the health of the pregnancy. We should address it as such." Her
composure slipped slightly as she added, "Just... tell me. Don't sneak around. That's all I ask."

The vulnerability in that final request revealed the effort this acceptance was costing her,
despite her rational approach. Jungkook's respect for her grew immensely in that moment.

"Thank you," he said simply, unable to articulate the complex gratitude he felt more
eloquently.

That night, as the hormone surge intensified, Taehyung did indeed come to Jungkook's room.
Their intimacy was different this time—more measured, more conscious of Soha's awareness,
but no less meaningful for it. Afterward, as they lay together in the quiet darkness, Jungkook
found himself reflecting on the strange path that had led them here.
"Do you think this can really work?" he asked softly. "The three of us, raising a child together
in this unconventional way?"

Taehyung was quiet for a moment, his hand resting gently on Jungkook's rounded belly
where their child moved within. "I don't know," he admitted finally. "There's no roadmap for
this. But I believe in Soha's strength, in your resilience, in our collective commitment to this
child. If anyone can make it work, it's us."

The confidence in his voice was reassuring, even as Jungkook recognized the enormous
challenges ahead. The outside world would not understand their arrangement. Family,
friends, colleagues—all would have opinions, judgments, concerns. Navigating those
external pressures while maintaining their delicate internal balance would require constant
communication and adjustment.

The following morning brought another test of their new dynamic. Taehyung had returned to
his and Soha's bedroom before dawn, but the reality of what had happened hung in the air as
they gathered for breakfast. Rather than ignoring it or speaking in euphemisms, Soha
addressed it directly.

"Are you feeling better this morning?" she asked Jungkook as she prepared tea. "Did the
proximity help with the symptoms?"

The straightforward question was both jarring and refreshing in its honesty. "Yes," Jungkook
answered, matching her directness. "Thank you for understanding."

"We're all figuring this out together," she replied simply. Then, turning to include Taehyung
in the conversation, she added, "I've been thinking we should consider speaking with a family
therapist who specializes in non-traditional arrangements. Someone who could help us
establish healthy patterns as we prepare for the baby's arrival."

Taehyung looked surprised but nodded. "That's a good idea. Professional guidance could be
helpful, especially in these early stages."

"I agree," Jungkook said. "I want to do whatever will make this work best for the baby. For
all of us."

The unified response—all three in agreement about seeking external support—felt like
another small step forward in their evolving dynamic. They were becoming a team, however
unconventional, united by their shared commitment to the child that would soon join them.

As the pregnancy progressed into its final stages, their new arrangement continued to develop
through daily interactions, honest conversations, and the occasional stumble. Jungkook's
hormone surges occurred twice more before his due date approached, each instance handled
with increasing comfort and openness between the three of them.

External pressures began to emerge as they prepared for the baby's arrival. Taehyung's
parents remained coldly polite to Jungkook during their visits, clearly viewing him as a
temporary necessity rather than a permanent fixture in their grandchild's life. Explaining the
modified arrangement to them seemed impossible, so they postponed that conversation for
after the birth.

Jungkook's mother was more accepting when he carefully explained the situation, though her
primary concern remained his wellbeing. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked
during a private moment. "Being connected to their family permanently, watching another
woman raise your child?"

"She's not just 'another woman,'" Jungkook corrected gently. "Soha is the baby's mother in all
the ways that matter. And yes, this arrangement is unusual, but it feels right for us. For the
baby."

His mother studied his face, searching for signs of uncertainty or regret. Finding none, she
nodded slowly. "Then I'll support you. All I've ever wanted is your happiness."

The family therapist they began seeing weekly helped them navigate these external
challenges while continuing to strengthen their internal bonds. Dr. Yoo specialized in non-
traditional family structures and approached their situation without judgment, offering
practical tools for communication and boundary-setting.

"What you're creating is essentially a new family model," she explained during one session.
"There will be no perfect blueprint to follow, no established rules to guide you. You'll need to
write your own rulebook based on what works for your specific situation."

This perspective—that they weren't failing at following conventional norms but rather
pioneering something new that could be valid on its own terms—provided reassurance during
moments of doubt or external criticism.

By the time Jungkook reached thirty-eight weeks, their new arrangement had solidified into
something that, while still evolving, felt increasingly natural. The penthouse had been
reorganized to accommodate the coming baby—a nursery adjacent to Taehyung and Soha's
room, with a smaller bassinet in Jungkook's room for the early weeks when nighttime
feedings would be frequent.

Practical decisions had been made about the birth itself—Soha would be present in the
delivery room alongside Taehyung, with both listed as the baby's parents on all hospital
paperwork. Jungkook's role would be acknowledged but kept somewhat private, a complexity
they weren't yet ready to explain to the wider world.

The night before Jungkook's scheduled induction, the three of them gathered in the nursery,
making final preparations for the baby's arrival. Soha organized diapers and wipes in
accessible containers while Taehyung assembled a mobile to hang above the crib. Jungkook
sat in the rocking chair, one hand resting on his heavily pregnant belly, watching them with a
mixture of emotions he couldn't fully name.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Soha asked, noticing his contemplative expression.

"A little," Jungkook admitted. "About the birth itself, but also about... after. How it will feel
to see you both with the baby. How I'll adjust to my new role."
Soha paused in her organizing, considering his words. "I've been thinking about that too.
About how we balance your biological connection with my role as mother. It won't be easy."

"For any of us," Taehyung added, looking up from the mobile parts spread across the floor.
"We're all entering uncharted territory."

"But we'll figure it out together," Soha said with quiet confidence. "Day by day, decision by
decision." She moved to stand beside Jungkook's chair, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"This baby is lucky to have three people who care so deeply about its wellbeing."

The simple touch, the sincere words—they represented how far they had come since the
painful revelation of Taehyung and Jungkook's connection. Not perfect, not without
complications, but moving forward with honesty and shared purpose.

As Jungkook prepared for bed that night, knowing it would be his last as the sole caretaker of
the child within him, he felt a surprising sense of peace beneath the natural nervousness about
the birth. Whatever challenges awaited them, whatever adjustments their unusual family
would require, they would face them together.

The baby shifted within him, a now-familiar movement that never failed to fill him with
wonder. "Tomorrow we meet in person, little one," he whispered, caressing the spot where a
small foot or hand pressed against his skin. "And your journey with all of us truly begins."

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New Beginnings
The hospital room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of monitors and Jungkook's
controlled breathing. He had been in labor for nearly fourteen hours, progressing slowly but
steadily through each stage. Taehyung hadn't left his side, providing constant support while
Soha alternated between the room and the hallway, giving them space during the most intense
moments.

"You're doing amazingly," Taehyung murmured, wiping Jungkook's forehead with a cool
cloth as another contraction began to build. "Just a little longer."

Jungkook gripped Taehyung's hand, focusing on his breathing as the pain crescendoed. Their
eyes locked, an unspoken connection flowing between them that had only strengthened
throughout the long process of labor.

When the contraction subsided, Jungkook relaxed against the pillows, exhaustion evident in
his features. "I don't know how much more I can take," he admitted quietly.

"You can do this," Taehyung assured him. "You're the strongest person I know."

The door opened softly as Soha returned, carrying fresh ice chips. "How are we doing?" she
asked, her voice gentle.

"Getting closer," Taehyung replied. "Dr. Min said he'd check again soon to see if we're ready
to push."

Soha moved to Jungkook's other side, offering him the ice chips. "Is there anything else you
need? Anything I can do?"

The care in her voice, the genuine concern despite the complicated emotions she must be
feeling, touched Jungkook deeply. "Just having you both here helps," he said, accepting a
small ice chip. "Thank you for being so supportive."

Their tableau—Jungkook in the hospital bed with Taehyung and Soha flanking him on either
side—captured the unusual nature of their arrangement, yet in that moment it felt right,
natural even. Three people united in bringing a new life into the world.

Dr. Min returned shortly after, confirming that Jungkook had finally reached ten centimeters.
"It's time to start pushing," he announced. "Are you ready?"

What followed was the most physically demanding experience of Jungkook's life. Each push
required every ounce of his remaining strength, drawing from reserves he hadn't known he
possessed. Through it all, Taehyung remained his anchor, holding his hand, supporting his
back, whispering encouragement.
Soha stayed at the foot of the bed with Dr. Min, her presence more subdued but no less
supportive. She would be the first to receive the baby after birth—a detail they had agreed
upon in advance, acknowledging her role as the child's mother going forward.

"One more big push," Dr. Min instructed after what felt like an eternity. "The head is almost
out."

Gathering his last reserves of strength, Jungkook bore down with everything he had. The
sensation of the baby finally emerging was indescribable—an overwhelming relief followed
immediately by anxious anticipation as he waited for the first cry.

When it came—strong, indignant, unmistakably alive—the sound brought tears to all three of
their eyes.

"It's a boy," Dr. Min announced, lifting the infant for them all to see before placing him on
Soha's waiting arms as they had arranged. "A healthy baby boy."

Soha's face transformed as she looked down at the newborn, tears streaming freely as she
cradled him against her chest. "He's perfect," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
She moved closer to the bed so Jungkook could see him clearly. "Absolutely perfect."

Exhausted as he was, Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off the tiny being he had carried for
nine months. The shock of dark hair, the small fists waving in protest at the bright new world,
the delicate features that somehow already suggested both himself and Taehyung. "He is," he
agreed, his voice barely audible.

Taehyung stood frozen beside them, his expression one of pure wonder as he looked at his
son for the first time. When Soha gently transferred the baby to his arms, his composure
broke completely, tears flowing unchecked down his face. "Hello, little one," he murmured.
"We've been waiting for you."

After allowing Taehyung a moment with his son, Soha nodded toward Jungkook. "He should
hold him too," she said softly. "After everything he's been through to bring him into the
world."

The acknowledgment of Jungkook's role—his sacrifice, his contribution—was profound in its

simplicity. Taehyung carefully placed the newborn in Jungkook's waiting arms, arranging the
blanket around his tiny form.

The moment Jungkook held his son against his chest, feeling the small weight, the subtle
movements, the miraculous warmth of new life, something shifted inside him. The theoretical
understanding that he would have to let this child go, that his role would be secondary to
Soha's, collided with the visceral reality of biological connection. Love—immediate,
overwhelming, protective—surged through him with an intensity that took his breath away.

Sensing the complexity of emotions, Taehyung placed a supportive hand on Jungkook's

shoulder. "He'll always know you," he promised in a low voice. "Always know how much
you love him. We'll make sure of it."
Jungkook nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. He pressed a gentle kiss to the
baby's forehead before reluctantly passing him back to Soha. The exchange—Jungkook
giving the child to the woman who would raise him as her own—was heavy with
significance, a physical representation of their arrangement.

The hours after birth passed in a blur of medical checks, paperwork, and brief moments of
rest between visits from nurses. By evening, the initial flurry of activity had settled, leaving
the three of them alone with the newborn in the private room they had arranged.

"Have you decided on a name?" Jungkook asked from his hospital bed as he watched Soha
gently rock the sleeping infant in her arms.

Soha and Taehyung exchanged a look before Taehyung responded. "We were thinking of
Minjun. But we wanted to ask your thoughts."

The inclusion—seeking his opinion on something as significant as their child's name—was

unexpected. "Minjun," Jungkook repeated softly, testing the name. "It's perfect. Strong but
gentle."

"Kim Minjun," Soha confirmed with a small smile. "Welcome to our complicated little
family."

The acknowledgment of their unusual situation—spoken with warmth rather than bitterness
—eased some of the tension that had been building in Jungkook's chest. Whatever challenges
lay ahead, they would face them together, for Minjun's sake.

The adjustment to life with a newborn was challenging for any new parents, but especially so
for their unconventional family unit. They returned to the penthouse two days after Minjun's
birth, all three adults sleep-deprived and overwhelmed by the constant needs of the tiny
person who now commanded their world.

As planned, Minjun's crib was set up in Taehyung and Soha's room, with a bassinet in
Jungkook's room for times when he would help with nighttime care. The arrangement was
practical but laden with emotional complexities. Each time Jungkook handed Minjun back to
Soha after feeding or comforting him, he felt the subtle ache of separation, of remembering
that despite his biological connection, his role was supplementary.

Soha, for her part, approached motherhood with a determination that commanded respect.
Despite having no biological connection to Minjun, she bonded with him instantly, attending
to his needs with patient dedication. She included Jungkook in Minjun's care while subtly
establishing her primary role as mother—a delicate balance that couldn't have been easy to
maintain.

Taehyung navigated between them, clearly torn between his commitment to Soha and his
deepening connection to Jungkook, which had only strengthened through the shared
experience of Minjun's birth. He was an attentive father, often walking the hall with Minjun
in the early morning hours to allow both Soha and Jungkook to rest.

Two weeks after Minjun's birth, as Jungkook sat in the nursery feeding him a bottle of
expressed milk in the early hours of the morning, Soha appeared in the doorway. Her
presence was unexpected—this time slot had been designated as Jungkook's shift, allowing
her to get some much-needed rest.

"I thought you were sleeping," Jungkook said quietly, careful not to disturb the nursing baby.

"Couldn't," Soha admitted, moving into the room. She looked exhausted but thoughtful, her
eyes fixed on Minjun's peaceful face as he fed. "He looks like you when he sleeps. The shape
of his mouth, the way his eyelashes fan against his cheeks."

The observation surprised Jungkook. Most people commented on Minjun's resemblance to

Taehyung—the same deep, expressive eyes, the same commanding presence despite his tiny
size.

"You think so?"

Soha nodded, sitting in the second rocking chair they had added to the nursery. "I've been
watching him, looking for those pieces of you. I think it's important that I see them,
acknowledge them. He carries both of you within him."

The directness of her statement—acknowledging Jungkook's biological connection to Minjun

—was both comforting and concerning. "Is that... difficult for you?" he asked hesitantly.

Soha was quiet for a long moment, considering the question. "Sometimes," she admitted
finally. "Not because I resent his connection to you, but because it reminds me of what I
couldn't give Taehyung myself." She smiled faintly. "But then I look at him, at this perfect
little person who exists because of our unconventional arrangement, and I can't regret any of
it."

Jungkook adjusted Minjun slightly as he continued to feed. "I worry sometimes that my
presence complicates things unnecessarily. That it might be easier for you and Taehyung to
raise him without me in the picture."

"Easier? Perhaps." Soha's gaze was direct, honest. "But not better. Not for Minjun, who
deserves to know where he comes from. And not for Taehyung either."

The last part caught Jungkook's attention. "What do you mean?"

Soha sighed softly. "I've seen how he looks at you, Jungkook. How he's always looked at
you, even before we acknowledged what was happening between you. There's a connection
there that goes beyond biology, beyond the baby." She paused, seeming to gather her courage.
"I think I've known for some time that his feelings for you run deeper than he's admitted,
even to himself."

The candid assessment left Jungkook speechless. He had carefully avoided examining his
own feelings for Taehyung too closely, knowing the complications they created for their
arrangement. To hear Soha speak so frankly about what she had observed was both alarming
and strangely liberating.

"Soha, I would never try to come between you and Taehyung," he said finally. "Your
marriage, your family—that's what matters most. My role is to support that, not complicate
it."

"What if there's another possibility?" Soha asked quietly. "One we haven't fully considered
yet?"

Before Jungkook could ask what she meant, Minjun finished his bottle and needed to be
burped. The conversation shifted to the immediate needs of the baby, the deeper implications
of Soha's words temporarily set aside.

But that late-night exchange marked a turning point in their dynamic. Over the following
weeks, as they all adjusted to life with Minjun, subtle shifts became noticeable. Soha began
encouraging Taehyung and Jungkook to spend time together with the baby, sometimes
suggesting they take him for walks in the park while she rested or caught up on work.

"You both need to bond with him," she would say. "And I could use the quiet time."

During these outings, away from the constraints of the penthouse and Soha's watchful
presence, Taehyung and Jungkook found a new ease with each other. Their shared devotion
to Minjun created natural opportunities for the physical proximity they had both been
carefully limiting—heads bent together over the stroller, hands brushing as they passed the
baby between them, shoulders touching as they sat on park benches watching the world go
by.

One afternoon, about six weeks after Minjun's birth, they stopped at a café during their walk.
As Jungkook settled Minjun against his chest in the baby carrier, an elderly woman at the
next table smiled warmly at them.

"What a beautiful family," she commented. "Your son has your eyes," she added to Taehyung,
"but I see his other father in his smile."

The assumption—that they were a couple with their child—caught them both off guard.
Taehyung opened his mouth as if to correct her, then simply smiled and thanked her instead.
The moment passed quickly, but the woman's words lingered between them as they continued
their walk.

"That happens more often than you might think," Taehyung said finally. "People assume
we're together when they see us with Minjun."
"Does it bother you?" Jungkook asked, keeping his tone light despite the weight of the
question.

Taehyung was quiet for a moment, his pace slowing. "No," he admitted. "It doesn't bother me
at all. That's what worries me sometimes."

The implication hung in the air between them—an acknowledgment of feelings they had been
carefully avoiding discussing since before Minjun's birth.

"Taehyung," Jungkook began hesitantly, "what are we doing? Really? This arrangement with
Soha, with Minjun... it's beautiful in theory, but is it sustainable? For any of us?"

Taehyung stopped walking entirely, turning to face Jungkook. Minjun slept peacefully against
Jungkook's chest, oblivious to the tension surrounding him.

"I don't know," Taehyung admitted, his voice low. "I love my son. I care deeply for Soha—
she's been my partner for years, and her strength through all of this has been remarkable." He
paused, his gaze direct and unwavering. "But what I feel for you... it's different. It's grown
into something I can't ignore anymore, even though I've tried."

The confession—so long unspoken between them—sent Jungkook's heart racing. "I've tried
to ignore it too," he said quietly. "For Soha's sake. For the arrangement we all agreed to."

"I know. And that's part of why I—" Taehyung stopped abruptly, glancing around at the
public park. "We should finish this conversation at home. When Soha is present. No more
secrets, remember? That was our agreement."

Jungkook nodded, though the prospect of having this conversation in front of Soha filled him
with trepidation. "You're right. Complete honesty. For all of us."

The walk back to the penthouse was charged with anticipation, both men lost in thought as
they contemplated the conversation ahead. Minjun woke briefly, demanding attention that
provided a welcome distraction from the emotional tension.

When they arrived home, they found Soha in the living room surrounded by papers from her
family's company—work she had been gradually resuming as Minjun settled into a more
predictable routine. She looked up as they entered, her expression shifting subtly as she
registered the atmosphere between them.

"What happened?" she asked directly, setting aside her work. "You both look like you've seen
a ghost."

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, a silent communication passing between them before he

turned to his wife. "We need to talk, Soha. All three of us. About the future, about what this
arrangement is becoming."

Something like resignation crossed Soha's features, quickly replaced by composed

determination. "I've been expecting this conversation," she said, surprising them both. "Let
me take Minjun. We should talk without distractions."
After settling Minjun in his bassinet in the nursery, they gathered in the living room, an echo
of their positions during that pivotal conversation months earlier when Soha had first
proposed their unconventional arrangement.

"Before either of you speaks," Soha began, her voice steady, "I want to say something. These
past weeks with Minjun have been some of the happiest of my life. Becoming his mother,
watching him grow, it's fulfilled a dream I've had for years." She paused, gathering her
thoughts. "But I've also been watching the two of you with him. And with each other."

Taehyung tensed beside Jungkook on the sofa. "Soha—"

She held up a hand, stopping him. "Please, let me finish. I've seen what I suspected even
before Minjun was born—there's something between you two that goes beyond our
arrangement, beyond biology or circumstance. Something that's only grown stronger since
his birth."

Jungkook felt his face flush with a mixture of guilt and confirmation. "We've tried to respect
the boundaries," he said quietly. "To honor our agreement with you."

"I know you have," Soha acknowledged. "Both of you have been considerate, respectful,
careful of my feelings. But I think we need to be honest about whether our current
arrangement is truly what's best for everyone, including Minjun."

The direct approach—so characteristic of Soha—created space for the difficult conversation
they needed to have. For the next hour, they spoke with unprecedented honesty about the
evolving dynamics between them, about the feelings Taehyung and Jungkook could no longer
deny, about Soha's own observations and concerns.

"I love you, Soha," Taehyung said, his voice thick with emotion. "That hasn't changed. Your
strength, your compassion throughout all of this—I admire you more than ever."

"I know you do," she replied softly. "But love takes many forms. What you feel for me now...
it's different from what it once was. From what you feel for Jungkook."

The painful truth hung in the air between them. Taehyung couldn't deny it, not after weeks of
increasing clarity about his feelings.

"Where does this leave us?" Jungkook asked finally. "Where does it leave Minjun?"

Soha straightened her shoulders, composing herself visibly. "I think we need to consider
adapting our arrangement again. Finding a new configuration that acknowledges the reality of
your feelings for each other while preserving what matters most—Minjun's wellbeing and
stability."

"What are you suggesting?" Taehyung asked carefully.

"I'm suggesting we separate romantically, Taehyung," Soha said directly. "While maintaining
our commitment to co-parenting Minjun." She turned to include Jungkook in her gaze. "All
three of us, as we agreed, but with a different structure than we originally envisioned."
The proposal stunned both men into silence. Of all the potential outcomes they had anxiously
anticipated, Soha's calm suggestion of restructuring their arrangement had not been among
them.

"Soha, that's... I don't know what to say," Taehyung finally responded. "Are you sure that's
what you want?"

"Want isn't precisely the right word," she admitted with a sad smile. "But I believe it's what
needs to happen. For all of us to move forward honestly. For Minjun to grow up in a home
without underlying tensions and unspoken feelings between his parents."

As they continued to discuss the practical implications of this potential change, a cry from the
nursery signaled that Minjun had awakened. The sound provided a timely reminder of what
united them, of the tiny person whose wellbeing remained their shared priority regardless of
how their personal relationships might evolve.

"We should continue this later," Soha suggested, rising. "Minjun needs us now. All of us, in
our different ways."

That night, as Jungkook lay awake in his room, processing the unexpected direction their
conversation had taken, he found himself reflecting on the strange path that had led them
here. What had begun as a simple business arrangement—a surrogate agreement between
strangers—had evolved into something far more complex and meaningful than any of them
could have anticipated.

And now, perhaps, it was evolving once more. Not into a conventional family structure, but
into something uniquely their own—a configuration that acknowledged the genuine feelings
between Taehyung and himself while preserving Soha's central role in Minjun's life.

Whether such an arrangement could truly work remained to be seen. But as Jungkook drifted
toward sleep, the sound of Minjun's soft breathing coming through the baby monitor beside
his bed, he allowed himself to hope that perhaps, against all odds, they might find a path
forward that brought happiness to all of them—and most importantly, to the child who had
changed everything.
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 Hidden Truths

The penthouse was quiet except for the soft sounds of Minjun's breathing coming through the
baby monitor. Three months had passed since his birth, and two weeks since Soha had
suggested restructuring their arrangement to acknowledge the reality of Taehyung and
Jungkook's feelings for each other.

In that time, practical changes had begun to take shape. Taehyung had moved his personal
belongings into the guest room adjacent to Jungkook's, while maintaining his involvement in
Minjun's nighttime routine with Soha. They had consulted with their family therapist about
the transition, seeking guidance on how to implement these changes with minimal disruption
to Minjun's sense of security and stability.

On the surface, Soha had been the picture of composure throughout the process—practical,
solution-oriented, focused on Minjun's wellbeing above all else. She coordinated schedules,
facilitated discussions about co-parenting responsibilities, and maintained a friendly
relationship with both Taehyung and Jungkook that impressed their therapist with its
maturity.

But alone in the master bedroom she now occupied by herself, Soha allowed the carefully
constructed facade to crumble. Silent tears tracked down her cheeks as she clutched one of
Taehyung's old t-shirts, inhaling the lingering scent of the man she had loved for years—the
man she was now, in effect, giving to someone else.

"This is for the best," she whispered to herself, a mantra she had repeated countless times
since making her suggestion. "For Minjun. For all of us."

The truth she couldn't bring herself to share with either Taehyung or Jungkook was how
deeply this transition was wounding her. She loved Taehyung—had loved him since their
arranged introduction years ago had blossomed into genuine affection and partnership. The
inability to give him a child had been her first great failure; losing him to Jungkook was her
second.

Yet what choice did she have? She had seen the way they looked at each other, the natural
ease between them when they thought no one was watching. Fighting against that connection
would only create tension and resentment that would eventually poison their co-parenting
relationship and, by extension, harm Minjun.

So she had made the sacrifice, offering a solution that appeared generous and pragmatic when
in reality it was tearing her apart inside. She would rather lose Taehyung's romantic love but
preserve his respect and friendship than cling to a marriage that was increasingly shadowed
by unspoken truths.

Minjun's soft cry through the monitor drew her from her melancholy reflections. Quickly
wiping away her tears, she moved to the nursery, eager for the distraction of caring for her
son. Because that, at least, was entirely real—her love for Minjun had become the center of
her world, the foundation that kept her standing despite everything else that was shifting
beneath her feet.

In his room, Jungkook heard Minjun's cry as well, but the sound of Soha's footsteps in the
hallway told him she was already responding. He relaxed back against Taehyung's chest,
where they had been lying together talking quietly after putting Minjun down for the night.

"She's got him," Taehyung murmured, his breath warm against Jungkook's ear. "Probably just
needed a diaper change."

Jungkook nodded, though the familiar twinge of complicated emotions still surfaced
whenever he heard Minjun cry and wasn't the one to respond. Three months into parenthood,
they were still navigating the delicate balance of their shared responsibilities—who attended
to which needs, when to step forward and when to step back.

"Do you think she's really okay with all of this?" Jungkook asked softly, voicing the concern
that had been nagging at him. "Soha, I mean. She seems so... composed about everything."

Taehyung was quiet for a moment, his hand tracing gentle patterns along Jungkook's arm.
"Soha has always been strong. Self-contained. It's part of why I admired her from the
beginning." He sighed softly. "But no, I don't think she's entirely okay. How could she be?
This isn't what anyone imagines for their marriage."

The honesty was both reassuring and troubling. Jungkook shifted to face Taehyung, studying
his features in the dim light. "Sometimes I feel guilty for how things have turned out. For
being the one who complicated everything."

"You didn't do this alone," Taehyung reminded him, brushing a strand of hair from
Jungkook's forehead. "What's happened between us... it wasn't planned, but it wasn't one-
sided either."

"I know. But still." Jungkook's voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "When I see her
with Minjun, how natural she is with him, how much she loves him... and then I remember
that I'm the reason her marriage is ending..."
Taehyung silenced him with a gentle kiss, his hand coming up to cradle Jungkook's face.
"Our marriage was already under strain long before you entered the picture," he said when
they separated. "Years of failed fertility treatments, family pressure, disappointment... it took
a toll, even if we didn't fully acknowledge it."

The reassurance helped, though it didn't entirely dispel Jungkook's sense of responsibility. He
pressed closer to Taehyung, seeking the comfort of his warmth, the steadiness of his
presence.

"What happens next?" he asked. "For us, I mean. We haven't really talked about it."

Taehyung's arm tightened around him. "What do you want to happen?"

The question hung between them, heavy with implications. They had acknowledged their
feelings for each other, had begun the process of restructuring their living arrangement to
accommodate those feelings, but hadn't explicitly discussed what future they envisioned
together.

"I want to be with you," Jungkook admitted, the words both frightening and liberating to
speak aloud. "Not just because of Minjun, though he'll always be the most important
connection between us. But because of what I feel for you. What I think you feel for me."

Taehyung's hand moved to tilt Jungkook's face upward, their eyes meeting in the dim light. "I
do feel it," he confirmed, his voice low and certain. "I love you, Jungkook. I think part of me
has since your first heat, though I wasn't ready to admit it then, even to myself."

Though they had been physically intimate since moving their belongings into adjacent rooms,
though their feelings had been acknowledged in the abstract during discussions with Soha,
this was the first time either had spoken the word "love" directly. The declaration sent
warmth flooding through Jungkook, momentarily overwhelming his lingering concerns about
Soha, about the complications of their situation.

"I love you too," he whispered back, the words feeling right despite the unconventional path
that had led them here.

The kiss that followed was different from others they had shared—deeper, more certain,
unburdened by the secrecy that had previously shadowed their moments together. Taehyung's
hands moved with increasing confidence over Jungkook's body, relearning the curves and
planes that had changed subtly in the months since Minjun's birth.

"Is this okay?" Taehyung murmured against Jungkook's neck, his touch becoming more
purposeful. "We don't have to—"

"I want to," Jungkook interrupted, his own hands moving beneath Taehyung's shirt, seeking
the warm skin beneath. "It's been too long."

The two months following Minjun's birth had been a necessary period of physical recovery
for Jungkook, followed by weeks of adjustment as they all settled into their roles as Minjun's
parents. Even after Soha's suggestion that they acknowledge their feelings for each other,
they had been cautious, respectful, limiting their physical intimacy to private moments when
they were certain they wouldn't cause her additional pain.

But tonight, with Minjun sleeping peacefully and Soha attending to his nighttime needs, the
careful restraint they had been maintaining began to dissolve. Clothes were shed with
increasing urgency, hands and lips exploring with the familiar hunger that had first drawn
them together during Jungkook's heat cycles.

Taehyung took his time, his touch reverent as he traced the subtle marks the pregnancy had
left on Jungkook's body—the faint silvery lines across his abdomen, the slightly fuller curve
of his hips. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "Even more so now."

The words sent a flush of warmth through Jungkook. His body had changed through
pregnancy and birth, and though he had mostly recovered his previous form, there were
differences that sometimes made him self-conscious. Taehyung's appreciation, his clear
desire despite—or perhaps because of—these changes, was deeply reassuring.

Their bodies came together with a familiarity born of previous intimacy, yet there was
something new in this encounter—a freedom, an honesty that hadn't been possible before. No
longer constrained by heat cycles or hormone surges, no longer shadowed by secrecy or guilt,
they moved together with a synchronicity that spoke of deeper connection.

Taehyung was attentive and thorough, drawing sounds from Jungkook that he struggled to
keep quiet, aware of the open baby monitor and Soha's presence elsewhere in the penthouse.
The added need for discretion only heightened the intensity between them, each stifled moan
and careful movement a reminder of the complex reality they inhabited.

"I've missed this," Taehyung whispered against Jungkook's ear as they moved together, his
voice strained with the effort of control. "Missed you."

"I'm here now," Jungkook replied, his hands tightening on Taehyung's shoulders. "We're
here."

The simple affirmation seemed to unleash something in Taehyung. His movements became
more focused, more deliberate, drawing Jungkook toward the edge with practiced skill. When
release finally came, they muffled their sounds against each other's skin, the intimacy of the
moment transcending the physical pleasure.

Afterward, as they lay tangled together in the quietness of Jungkook's room, reality began to
seep back in at the edges of their private sanctuary. Through the baby monitor, they could
hear Soha's soft voice singing a lullaby to Minjun, the gentle melody a reminder of the other
relationship that bound them all together.

"She's amazing with him," Jungkook observed, his voice slightly hoarse. "Better than I would
have expected, given that there's no biological connection."

"Soha has always had a tremendous capacity for love," Taehyung replied, his tone colored
with obvious respect. "Once she commits to something—or someone—it's absolute."
The observation sent a pang of renewed guilt through Jungkook. If Soha loved so completely,
so absolutely, what must it be costing her to step aside as she had done? To suggest the very
arrangement that would formalize the loss of her husband's romantic attention?

"We need to be careful with her," Jungkook said quietly. "To make sure she knows how much
we value her, how important she is to Minjun. To both of us."

Taehyung nodded, his expression sobering. "You're right. This transition... it can't be easy for
her, no matter how composed she appears."

They fell silent, listening to Soha's lullaby through the monitor until it gradually faded,
suggesting Minjun had fallen back to sleep. The intimacy they had just shared felt both right
and complicated—a step forward in their relationship that nonetheless carried the weight of
its impact on others.

"We should sleep," Taehyung finally murmured, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's temple.
"Minjun will be up again before we know it."

As they settled together, finding a comfortable position in the warmth of shared body heat,
Jungkook couldn't help but marvel at the strange path that had led them here. What had
begun as a business transaction—a surrogate arrangement between strangers—had evolved
into something none of them could have predicted: a family structure without precedent,
bound together by a child and by complicated webs of love and commitment that defied
conventional categories.

Whether it could truly work long-term remained to be seen. But in that moment, with
Taehyung's steady heartbeat beneath his ear and Minjun's soft breathing coming through the
monitor, Jungkook allowed himself to hope that perhaps they might find a way forward that
honored all the connections between them—even the painful ones.

Soha stood in the nursery doorway, watching Minjun's chest rise and fall with the deep, even
breaths of baby sleep. After settling him back down following his diaper change, she had
found herself reluctant to return to her empty bedroom. The nursery, with its gentle starlight
projector casting constellations across the ceiling and walls, felt more comforting than the
master suite that now held too many memories of the life she was losing.
She was not naive. Though the baby monitor in her room had been turned off when she went
to attend to Minjun, she had heard enough before switching it off to know what was
happening in Jungkook's room. The knowledge cut deeply, despite her intellectual
understanding that this was the arrangement she herself had proposed.

"This is what you wanted," she reminded herself silently, trailing a gentle finger along
Minjun's soft cheek. "For them to be honest about their feelings. For Minjun to grow up in a
home without tension or secrets."

But the rational justifications did little to soothe the ache in her chest, the sense of profound
loss that threatened to overwhelm her when she allowed herself to fully feel it. She had lost
her husband—not to death or betrayal, but to a connection she couldn't compete with, a bond
forged through shared biology and strengthened through the intense experiences of heat,
pregnancy, and birth.

What Taehyung felt for Jungkook was different from what he had felt for her. Not necessarily
stronger or better, but different in a fundamental way that made comparison impossible. She
had seen it developing even before she acknowledged it openly—had noticed the way
Taehyung's scent changed subtly when Jungkook entered a room, how his attention shifted
almost imperceptibly, how his alpha instincts responded to Jungkook's omega presence in
ways they never had with her beta biology.

Fighting against that connection would have been futile. More than that, it would have been
destructive—to their co-parenting relationship, to the peaceful home they were trying to
create for Minjun, to whatever friendship might be salvaged between herself and Taehyung
after the romantic relationship ended.

So she had made the sacrifice, offering the solution that appeared most practical and least
disruptive. And she would continue to maintain the composed exterior that had become her
armor, would continue to focus on Minjun and on building a functional co-parenting
relationship with both men.

But alone in the quiet darkness of the nursery, watching over the son who was both her
greatest joy and the living embodiment of the complicated situation she found herself in,
Soha allowed herself to acknowledge the truth she kept hidden from the others: this was
breaking her heart.

She loved Taehyung. Still loved him, would perhaps always love him. And though she had
developed genuine affection for Jungkook—appreciating his gentleness with Minjun, his
consideration for her feelings, his obvious desire to maintain harmony among them—there
were moments when she resented him for being what she could never be for Taehyung.

"It's not his fault," she whispered to the sleeping baby. "None of this is. We all made choices
that led us here."

Minjun stirred slightly at the sound of her voice, his tiny fingers flexing before settling back
into deep sleep. Looking at him—at the perfect blend of Taehyung and Jungkook visible in
his features—Soha felt the familiar surge of love that had surprised her with its intensity from
the moment she first held him.
This was the unexpected gift in all the pain: Minjun. Her son in every way that mattered,
regardless of biology. The love she felt for him was pure and uncomplicated, a bright
constant in the shifting landscape of her life.

For him, she would find the strength to move forward. To build this unconventional family
structure that none of them had anticipated but that might, with care and commitment,
provide the stability and love he deserved.

But tonight, in the privacy of the darkened nursery with only her sleeping child as witness,
she allowed herself to mourn what she was losing—the partnership, the future she had
envisioned with Taehyung, the conventional family structure she had grown up expecting.

A tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another, then another. Silent, dignified, contained
—just like the grief itself. Tomorrow she would once again be the practical, composed Soha
who had suggested this arrangement, who was making it work through sheer force of will and
dedication to their shared child.

Tonight, though, she would allow herself this moment of honesty. This acknowledgment of
the price she was paying for their unusual family's chance at harmony.

"It will be worth it," she whispered to Minjun, to herself. "For you. For all of us, eventually."

Whether she truly believed those words remained to be seen. But she would continue to say
them, continue to act as if they were true, until perhaps someday they would be.

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Breaking Point
Six months had passed since Minjun's birth, and three since they had restructured their living
arrangements. The penthouse had settled into new rhythms—Taehyung and Jungkook sharing
adjacent rooms on one side of the apartment, Soha in the master suite near the nursery on the
other. On the surface, their co-parenting arrangement functioned with surprising efficiency, a
testament to their collective commitment to Minjun's wellbeing.

Soha had taken on the role of primary caregiver during weekdays, her flexible position at her
family's company allowing her to work from home while caring for Minjun. Jungkook had
begun accepting small composition projects that could be completed during evenings or
weekends, while Taehyung maintained his corporate schedule with minor adjustments to
ensure he was present for key moments in Minjun's development.

To outsiders—the few who were allowed glimpses into their unconventional household—
they appeared to be managing remarkably well. Dr. Yoo, their family therapist, often
commented on their communication skills and willingness to prioritize Minjun's needs above
personal discomforts. Minjun himself was thriving—a happy, healthy baby who was
beginning to sit up, to babble expressively, to reach for the faces of all three adults with equal
enthusiasm.

But beneath the carefully maintained surface, fractures were deepening. Soha felt them most
acutely, though she continued to hide the extent of her struggle from both Taehyung and
Jungkook.

It was the small moments that wounded her most deeply—walking past Jungkook's room to
hear low laughter shared between him and Taehyung; noticing the casual physical affection
they exchanged when they thought no one was watching; observing how their scents had
begun to mingle, creating the distinctive marker of a bonded pair. Each instance was a
reminder of what she had lost, what she had effectively given away.

The breaking point came unexpectedly, on an otherwise ordinary Tuesday afternoon. Soha
had been up most of the previous night with Minjun, who was fussy with the beginnings of a
tooth. Exhausted, she had fallen asleep on the living room sofa during Minjun's midday nap,
only to be awakened by the sound of the front door opening as Taehyung returned early from
work.

She kept her eyes closed, not yet ready to engage, and heard Taehyung's quiet movements as
he set down his briefcase and removed his shoes. Then Jungkook's voice, coming from the
direction of the kitchen:

"You're home early. Everything okay?"

"Just missed you both," Taehyung replied, his voice warm in a way it hadn't been with Soha
in months. "Where's Minjun?"
"Napping. Finally. He was fussy all morning. I think Soha was up with him most of the
night."

There was a pause, then the unmistakable sound of a kiss—brief but intimate. "And where is
she now?"

"I'm not sure. Her office, maybe? She mentioned something about a conference call with the
Tokyo branch."

Soha remained motionless on the sofa, partially hidden by its high back as Taehyung moved
into the kitchen. Through barely-opened eyes, she watched them embrace properly,
Taehyung's arms wrapping around Jungkook's waist, Jungkook's hands coming up to frame
Taehyung's face.

"I missed you today," Taehyung murmured, pressing his forehead against Jungkook's. "Kept
thinking about last night."

Jungkook smiled, the expression containing a private memory that Soha was not meant to
share. "Minjun should sleep for another hour at least," he suggested, his meaning clear.

"And Soha's busy with work..." Taehyung completed the thought, already guiding Jungkook
toward the hallway that led to their rooms.

They disappeared from view, leaving Soha frozen on the sofa, her heart hammering painfully
in her chest. It wasn't the revelation that they were intimate—she had known that, had
effectively sanctioned it with her suggestion to restructure their arrangement. It was the
casual domesticity of the exchange, the easy affection, the way they moved together with
such natural synchronicity.

What broke her in that moment was the sudden, crystal-clear understanding that she was
becoming a ghost in her own home—a presence they worked around, considered in their
scheduling, but no longer truly saw. Someone to be accommodated rather than truly included.

She rose from the sofa on unsteady legs, moving silently to her bedroom where she closed
the door with deliberate gentleness despite the urge to slam it. The careful composure she had
maintained for months was crumbling, her breathing becoming ragged as the first sob worked
its way up her throat.

Soha barely made it to the bathroom before breaking down completely, turning on the shower
to mask the sounds of her grief. She sank to the floor, arms wrapped around herself as months
of suppressed pain finally overflowed.

"I can't do this anymore," she whispered between gasping breaths. "I can't, I can't."

The realization was both devastating and oddly liberating. She had tried—had given
everything she had to making this impossible arrangement work. Had pushed down her own
needs, her own pain, focusing instead on Minjun, on maintaining harmony in their household.
But there was a difference between sacrifice and self-destruction. Between putting others first
and erasing herself entirely. And she had crossed that line without realizing it, had been
spiraling for months while presenting a calm, composed face to the world.

When the tears finally subsided, leaving her drained but strangely clearheaded, Soha knew
what she needed to do. Not immediately—not in the heat of emotion—but soon. After careful
planning, after ensuring that Minjun's needs would continue to be met, after setting in motion
the legal and practical arrangements that would be necessary.

She needed to leave.

Not permanently—she would never abandon Minjun, would always be his mother in all the
ways that mattered. But she needed physical distance, needed space to heal, to rebuild herself
apart from the daily reminder of her losses.

For the first time in months, she allowed herself to imagine a different future—one where she
lived separately, where she co-parented Minjun with scheduled time rather than constant
proximity to Taehyung and Jungkook's developing relationship. A future where she might,
eventually, find space for her own happiness again, rather than merely accommodating
others'.

The possibility felt both terrifying and necessary—a step she had been avoiding but now
recognized as inevitable for her own survival.

Rising from the bathroom floor, Soha washed her face with cool water, studying her
reflection in the mirror. The woman who looked back at her seemed older somehow, shadows
beneath her eyes that hadn't been there a year ago, a tightness around her mouth that spoke of
constant strain.

"Enough," she told her reflection firmly. "Enough now."

The following two weeks passed in a blur of quiet preparations. Soha contacted a realtor,
viewing apartments during her lunch breaks or while Jungkook was caring for Minjun. She
spoke with her family's legal team about formalizing a divorce and custody arrangement that
would protect everyone's interests while providing necessary structure. She began sorting
through her possessions, mentally cataloging what she would take and what she would leave
behind.

All while maintaining the careful facade she had perfected over months—the composed,
practical Soha who made their unusual arrangement function through sheer force of will. If
Taehyung or Jungkook noticed anything different in her behavior, they didn't mention it,
perhaps attributing any changes to the natural stresses of their situation.

She scheduled a meeting with Dr. Yoo, their family therapist, seeking guidance on how to
approach the conversation, how to minimize the impact on Minjun, how to frame her
decision in a way that wouldn't disrupt the delicate stability they had established.

"Are you certain this is what you want?" Dr. Yoo asked after listening carefully to Soha's
explanation.

"It's not about want," Soha replied, echoing her words from months earlier when she had first
suggested restructuring their arrangement. "It's about need. I need to do this for myself. For
my own mental health."

Dr. Yoo nodded, her expression compassionate but not pitying. "Have you considered
discussing these feelings with Taehyung and Jungkook before making a final decision? They
might be able to adjust aspects of your current arrangement to better support your needs."

Soha shook her head firmly. "That's part of the problem. I've been accommodated,
considered, worked around—but the fundamental situation remains unchanged. They love
each other. They're building a life together with Minjun. And watching that happen under the
same roof is..." She paused, searching for words that could capture the daily agony. "It's
destroying me. Slowly but surely."

The therapist made a note, then looked up with practiced neutrality. "And how do you
envision the co-parenting relationship functioning after your move?"

"I want to maintain as much stability for Minjun as possible," Soha said immediately.
"Regular scheduled time, consistent routines, open communication about his development
and needs. I'm not seeking to limit their involvement or to distance myself from my
responsibilities as his mother. I just need..."

"Space to heal," Dr. Yoo completed when Soha's voice faltered. "To find who you are outside
of this arrangement."

"Yes," Soha agreed, relieved at being so clearly understood. "Exactly that."

They spent the remainder of the session discussing practical approaches to the conversation,
strategies for minimizing disruption to Minjun's routine, and resources for Soha's own
emotional support during the transition. By the time she left Dr. Yoo's office, Soha felt more
certain of her decision, more confident in her ability to articulate it compassionately but
firmly.

The opportunity came sooner than she had expected. That evening, after Minjun had been put
to bed, Taehyung found Soha in the kitchen where she was organizing baby food supplies for
the following day.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his expression serious in a way that suggested he had noticed
something after all. "Just the two of us?"
Soha nodded, setting aside the containers she had been arranging. "Of course."

They moved to the living room, sitting with a careful distance between them on the sofa
where they had once curled together as husband and wife, in what now felt like another
lifetime.

"You've been different lately," Taehyung began directly. "More withdrawn. And you've been
taking more business lunches than usual, according to your calendar. Is everything alright
with the company?"

The question—focused on her work rather than her emotional state—highlighted how far
they had drifted. Once, Taehyung would have asked directly about her feelings, would have
noticed subtle shifts in her mood long before they affected her behavior.

"The company is fine," Soha replied, deciding that this moment, though not planned, was as
good as any to begin the conversation she had been preparing for. "But you're right that
something has changed. I've been doing a lot of thinking about our arrangement, about what's
best for everyone moving forward."

Wariness crept into Taehyung's expression. "What do you mean?"

Soha took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I think it's time for me to move out, Taehyung.
To establish my own space separate from this penthouse."

The statement hung in the air between them, its weight almost tangible in the sudden
stillness.

"Move out?" Taehyung repeated, clearly caught off guard despite the signs he had noticed.
"Why? I thought—we all thought—things were working. The therapist even commented on
how well we're managing."

"On the surface, yes," Soha acknowledged. "The practical aspects of our arrangement are
functioning. Minjun is thriving. But underneath that..." She paused, choosing her words
carefully. "I'm not thriving, Taehyung. This situation—living here, watching you and
Jungkook together, pretending it doesn't affect me—it's taking a toll that I can't sustain."

Concern and guilt warred in Taehyung's expression. "Soha, I'm so sorry. We've tried to be
considerate, to respect your feelings—"

"I know you have," she interrupted gently. "Both of you have been careful, thoughtful. But
the fundamental reality remains unchanged. You love each other. You're building a life
together. And I'm the ex-wife living down the hall, accommodated but increasingly
peripheral."

The blunt assessment seemed to hit Taehyung hard. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees,
running a hand through his hair in a gesture of distress she recognized from years together.

"We never wanted you to feel that way," he said finally, his voice strained. "You're Minjun's
mother. You're essential, not peripheral."
"To Minjun, yes," Soha agreed. "And that won't change. But to the household, to the day-to-
day life that's developing here? My presence is becoming increasingly awkward, an
obligation rather than a natural inclusion." She softened her tone, seeing the genuine distress
in his expression. "It's not anyone's fault, Taehyung. It's just the reality of the situation we've
created."

"What about Minjun?" Taehyung asked, concern for their son immediately at the forefront.
"He needs consistency, stability."

"And he'll have it," Soha assured him. "I'm not suggesting disappearing from his life. I'm
looking at apartments within fifteen minutes of here. I'm thinking of a structured co-parenting
schedule that maintains his routines while giving everyone the space they need. This isn't
about abandoning our son—it's about creating an arrangement that's sustainable for all of us
long-term."

Taehyung was quiet for a long moment, processing her words. When he finally spoke, his
voice was softer, tinged with a realization that seemed to have just dawned on him. "You're
still in love with me, aren't you?"

The direct question caught Soha off guard. She had prepared for practical objections, for
concerns about Minjun, but not for this straight piercing of the heart of her pain.

"Yes," she admitted, seeing no point in denial when it was the very core of her struggle. "I
still love you. I think part of me always will. And that's precisely why I need to leave,
Taehyung. Because watching you fall deeper in love with someone else while living under
the same roof is slowly destroying me."

The honesty between them—perhaps the most raw they had been with each other in years—
created a moment of genuine connection, a reminder of the partnership they had once shared.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Taehyung said quietly. "What happened with Jungkook—it
wasn't planned, wasn't something I was looking for."

"I know that," Soha replied. "I've never blamed either of you for developing feelings for each
other. Biology, circumstance, compatibility—it all played a role. But understanding why it
happened doesn't make living with the aftermath any easier."

They lapsed into silence, the weight of unspoken grief hanging between them. Finally,
Taehyung asked, "Have you found a place already?"

"I've looked at several options," Soha confirmed. "But I haven't signed anything yet. I wanted
to talk to you first, to work out how we'll approach this with Minjun, even though he's too
young to truly understand."

Taehyung nodded slowly. "We should tell Jungkook together. The three of us need to be
aligned on how we handle this transition."

The consideration—the automatic inclusion of Jungkook in their parenting decisions—was

both appropriate and painful, another small reminder of how thoroughly their lives had
changed.

"Of course," Soha agreed. "I was thinking we could meet with Dr. Yoo again, all three of us,
to develop a structured plan that prioritizes Minjun's stability through this change."

The conversation continued for over an hour as they began outlining practical considerations
—schedules, logistics, legal aspects of formally ending their marriage while maintaining
strong co-parenting ties. Throughout, Soha maintained the composed exterior that had
become her armor, even as the reality of what they were discussing—the final dissolution of
her marriage, her departure from the home they had built together—sent waves of grief
through her that she carefully contained.

When Jungkook returned from putting Minjun down for the night and found them deep in
conversation, the three adults faced another difficult discussion—one where Soha once again
found herself in the position of reassuring others about a decision that was tearing her apart
inside.

"This isn't about anything you've done wrong," she told Jungkook directly, seeing the guilt
forming in his expression. "Both of you have been considerate, respectful. But this
arrangement isn't sustainable for me emotionally. I need space to heal, to rebuild myself
outside the daily reminder of what I've lost."

Jungkook's eyes filled with tears, his natural empathy making him particularly sensitive to
her pain despite his complicated position in the situation. "I never wanted this to hurt you,
Soha. From the beginning, I've been so grateful for your kindness, your inclusion..."

"I know," she assured him, maintaining her composure even as his obvious distress
threatened to break through her careful control. "And I don't regret the choices that brought
us here, that gave us Minjun. I just need to make a different choice now, for my own
wellbeing."

In the days that followed, plans accelerated. Soha signed a lease on a two-bedroom apartment
in a nearby neighborhood—close enough for easy coordination with Minjun's care but far
enough to provide the emotional distance she needed. They met with Dr. Yoo to develop a
structured transition plan, consulted with a family law attorney to draft formal agreements
that would protect everyone's interests, and began the practical process of separating their
intertwined lives.

Throughout it all, Soha focused on Minjun—on maintaining his routines, on ensuring that her
impending departure wouldn't disrupt the secure attachment he had formed with all three of
his parents. At six months old, he was too young to understand the changes happening around
him, but she was determined that he would feel only the continued presence of love and
stability, not the undercurrents of adult grief and adjustment.

The night before her move, after Minjun had been put to bed, Soha stood in the nursery
alone, memorizing details—the precise shade of blue on the walls, the arrangement of stuffed
animals in the crib, the way the starlight projector cast constellations across the ceiling.
Though she would still see Minjun regularly, would still be his mother in all the ways that
mattered, leaving this space—leaving him overnight for the first time—felt like tearing away
a piece of herself.

"It's for the best," she whispered to his sleeping form. "For all of us, eventually."

A soft knock at the door interrupted her reverie. Jungkook stood there, hesitant and clearly
emotional.

"May I come in?" he asked softly.

Soha nodded, turning back to watch Minjun's peaceful breathing.

"I wanted to talk to you," Jungkook began, his voice barely above a whisper to avoid
disturbing the baby. "Before tomorrow. There are things I need to say."

"You don't have to—" Soha started, anticipating yet another expression of guilt or gratitude
that she wasn't sure she had the emotional capacity to absorb.

"I do," Jungkook interrupted gently but firmly. "Please."

She nodded, gesturing for them to step out of the nursery to avoid waking Minjun. In the
hallway, Jungkook took a deep breath, visibly gathering his courage.

"I want you to know that I understand what you're sacrificing," he said directly. "Not just
now, with this move, but from the beginning. Taking me in when I was a stranger, accepting a
surrogate arrangement that became so much more complicated than any of us anticipated,
facing the reality of Taehyung's feelings for me with more grace than anyone could have
expected."

Soha remained silent, unprepared for the depth of his perception.

"I see you, Soha," Jungkook continued, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I see the
strength it takes to make this decision, to put your own wellbeing first after months of putting
everyone else's needs before your own. And I want you to know that I will never take for
granted what you've given us—not just Minjun, but the chance for Taehyung and me to be
together while still keeping you and Minjun in our lives."

The simple acknowledgment—the recognition of her sacrifice without platitudes or

deflection—cracked Soha's carefully maintained composure. A single tear slipped down her
cheek before she could stop it.

"Thank you for seeing that," she said quietly. "It hasn't been easy."

"I know," Jungkook replied. "And I promise you, Minjun will always know how much you
love him, how much you've given for his happiness. He'll know what an extraordinary
mother he has."

The words touched a place in Soha's heart that had been aching since she made her decision
—the fear that in creating distance to heal herself, she might somehow diminish her place in
Minjun's life.
"That means a lot to me," she admitted. "More than you know."

Their conversation continued, moving beyond the initial emotional acknowledgments to

practical assurances—Jungkook's promise to support Minjun's relationship with her in every
way possible, his commitment to maintaining the schedules and routines they established, his
pledge that her role as Minjun's mother would always be respected and honored.

By the time they parted, something had shifted between them—not friendship exactly, not
yet, but a mutual recognition, a shared commitment to Minjun that transcended the
complicated emotions between them.

As Soha completed her final packing that night, the grief remained, the loss still acute. But
alongside it grew a tentative hope—that this decision, painful as it was, might eventually lead
to healing. To a future where she could co-parent with Taehyung and Jungkook without the
daily torment of watching their love unfold, where she might find herself again apart from the
shadow of what she had lost.

It wasn't the future she had once imagined. But as she looked around the bedroom that had
witnessed both the happiest and most painful chapters of her life, Soha felt a quiet certainty
that this departure—this act of choosing herself after months of sacrifice—was necessary.

Not just for her own survival, but ultimately for Minjun's wellbeing too. Because he deserved
a mother who was whole, who had healed, who could love him without the constant
undercurrent of pain that living in this penthouse had come to represent.

Tomorrow would bring its own challenges—the physical move, the first night away from
Minjun, the beginning of a new chapter she had never anticipated. But tonight, having finally
acknowledged the truth she had been hiding even from herself, Soha felt something she
hadn't experienced in months: the faint but unmistakable stirring of hope for her own future,
separate from the arrangement that had both given her a son and cost her a husband.

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Navigating New Parenthood
The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the penthouse, casting gentle
shadows across the nursery floor. Jungkook stood by Minjun's crib, watching his son's
peaceful slumber. At eight months old, Minjun had developed a personality that seemed to
blend the best of both his biological parents—Taehyung's curious eyes that took in everything
around him and Jungkook's determined little pout when something didn't go his way.

"He's still sleeping?" Taehyung's voice was a warm whisper as he entered the room, coffee
mug in hand.

Jungkook nodded, accepting the mug with a grateful smile. "I think yesterday tired him out.
He was so excited to see Soha."

It had been two months since Soha had moved out of the penthouse and into her own
apartment fifteen minutes away. What had initially seemed impossible—a divorced couple
and the omega who carried their child all co-parenting together—had slowly evolved into
something that, while still unconventional, felt increasingly natural.

Taehyung moved closer, his arm sliding around Jungkook's waist as they both watched their
son. "The transition's been easier on him than any of us expected."

"Children are adaptable," Jungkook murmured, leaning into Taehyung's touch. "Dr. Yoo says
as long as he feels secure and loved by all three of us, he'll be fine."

Their family therapist had become an essential guide in navigating their unusual arrangement.
Weekly sessions helped them establish boundaries, communicate effectively, and prioritize
Minjun's wellbeing above all else.

Minjun stirred, tiny fists rubbing sleepy eyes before they blinked open. The moment he
spotted his parents, his face broke into a gummy grin that never failed to melt Jungkook's
heart.

"Good morning, little one," Jungkook cooed, setting down his coffee and lifting Minjun from
the crib. The baby immediately nuzzled against his chest, seeking the comforting scent of his
omega parent.

"I'll get his bottle ready," Taehyung said, brushing a kiss against Jungkook's temple before
gently running a hand over Minjun's dark hair.

As Taehyung left the room, Jungkook's phone vibrated on the dresser. Balancing Minjun on
his hip, he checked the screen to find a message from Soha.

Just confirming I'll pick Minjun up at 10 for our day together. Hope you both slept well. I
found the cutest little hanbok for Chuseok—sending a picture.
The photo that followed showed a beautiful traditional outfit in rich blues and soft greens.
Jungkook smiled, trying to imagine their squirmy eight-month-old staying still long enough
to be dressed in it.

It's perfect, he typed back with one hand. He just woke up. See you at 10.

Jungkook still marveled at how Soha managed to maintain such grace and composure
throughout everything. Her texts were always warm and considerate, her interactions with
both him and Taehyung respectful and focused on Minjun. If she ever struggled with seeing
them together, she never showed it.

"Bottle's ready," Taehyung announced, returning to the nursery. "Everything okay?"

"Soha sent a picture of a hanbok she bought for Minjun for Chuseok." Jungkook handed his
phone to Taehyung, who smiled at the image.

"That's very Soha—always planning ahead." Taehyung took Minjun and settled into the
rocking chair with the bottle. "Speaking of which, my parents called yesterday while you
were at your composition session."

Jungkook tensed slightly. Taehyung's parents had been a complicated factor in their
relationship. While they adored their grandson, they had made little effort to hide their
disapproval of how things had unfolded. "What did they want?"

"The usual. To see Minjun. To remind me about the company gala next month." Taehyung's
voice remained steady, but Jungkook caught the slight tightening around his eyes. "They also
asked if I'd reconsider their offer."

The "offer" had been presented a month ago—a proposal that Taehyung resume his position
as the public face of Kim Enterprises, with Soha accompanying him to important events as if
their divorce was merely a rumor. His parents had suggested that Jungkook remain
"discreetly" in the background, caring for Minjun but not openly acknowledged as
Taehyung's partner.

"And what did you tell them?" Jungkook asked, though he already knew the answer. They'd
discussed this at length, both privately and in therapy.

"The same thing I told them before. That I won't hide my family, and that includes you."
Taehyung's gaze was unwavering as he met Jungkook's eyes over Minjun's head. "I told them
they're welcome to be part of our lives, but only if they can accept all of us."

Jungkook's chest tightened with emotion. Even after all these months, Taehyung's
unwavering support still sometimes caught him by surprise. "And how did they take it?"

"About as well as last time," Taehyung said with a wry smile. "But I think my father might be
softening. He asked if he could see Minjun next weekend—just him, not my mother."

"That's... progress, I suppose," Jungkook said cautiously.

Taehyung nodded, his attention returning to Minjun, who was eagerly draining his bottle.
"One step at a time. That's what Dr. Yoo keeps telling us, right?"

The doorbell rang precisely at 10 AM. Jungkook had just finished packing Minjun's diaper
bag while Taehyung dressed their son in a cute outfit that Soha had bought him.

"I'll get it," Jungkook called, making his way to the door. Taking a deep breath—because
even after all this time, these moments of handover still carried a strange emotional weight—
he opened the door with a genuine smile.

Soha stood in the hallway, elegant as always in a simple sundress, her hair pulled back in a
neat ponytail. "Good morning, Jungkook."

"Morning, Soha. Come in—Taehyung's just finishing getting Minjun ready."

She stepped inside, and Jungkook caught the subtle scent of her perfume—something floral
and light that she'd worn for as long as he'd known her. There was something different about
her today, though. A brightness in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a while.

"How have you been?" he asked, genuinely curious. Their conversations typically centered
around Minjun, but Dr. Yoo had encouraged them to maintain their own relationships with
each other, independent of their roles as co-parents.

"I've been well, actually." A soft smile played at her lips. "The gallery is keeping me busy—
we have a new exhibition opening next week."

After the divorce, Soha had thrown herself into her work at the art gallery she'd always loved
but had never fully committed to while married to Taehyung. It seemed to bring her genuine
joy.

"That's wonderful. The contemporary Korean artists you mentioned last time?"

She nodded, pleased that he'd remembered. "Yes. Including that sculptor I told you about—
the one whose work reminded me of your compositions."

Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung appeared with a squirming Minjun in his arms.
The baby's face lit up at the sight of Soha, pudgy arms reaching for her immediately.

"There's my little man," Soha cooed, taking him from Taehyung. Minjun babbled excitedly,
his tiny hands patting her cheeks in greeting. "Someone's in a good mood today."
"He just had his bottle and a clean diaper, so you should be good for a couple of hours,"
Taehyung said, handing over the diaper bag. "We packed extra clothes just in case. He's been
a bit drooly lately—I think he might be teething."

"I noticed that yesterday," Soha agreed, bouncing Minjun gently on her hip. "I got one of
those refrigerated teething rings for him at my place."

It struck Jungkook then, watching them discuss their son's needs with such easy familiarity,
how far they'd all come. There was no awkwardness between Taehyung and Soha anymore—
just the comfortable rhythm of two people who knew each other well and shared a common
priority.

"Oh, before I forget," Soha said, reaching into her purse. "Your mother called me yesterday,
Taehyung. She wanted to confirm the time for the family portrait next month, but I told her
she should speak directly with you both since I won't be in it."

Taehyung frowned. "I'm sorry she bothered you with that."

Soha shook her head. "It's fine. I think she's still... adjusting." Her diplomatic choice of words
made both men smile. "But I did want to mention that I'm happy to take Minjun that weekend
if you two want to go to Jeju afterward. You mentioned wanting to get away for a few days."

Jungkook exchanged a surprised look with Taehyung. They had discussed taking a short trip
—their first real getaway as a couple—but hadn't finalized any plans.

"That would be really generous, Soha," Jungkook said carefully. "Are you sure?"

"Of course. You two deserve some time together." Something flickered briefly across her face
—not quite pain, but perhaps a shadow of what might have been. Then it was gone, replaced
by her usual composed smile. "Besides, Minjun and I have our own little adventures when he
stays with me."

"Thank you," Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook knew he wasn't just thanking her for the
offer of childcare.

Soha nodded, understanding the unspoken sentiment. "Well, we should get going. I promised
this little one a trip to the aquarium today." She turned to Jungkook. "I'll have him back by
five, unless you need me to bring him earlier for any reason?"

"Five is perfect," Jungkook assured her. "Have fun at the aquarium, buddy," he added,
leaning in to kiss Minjun's chubby cheek. The baby gurgled happily, drool bubbling on his
lips.

After they said their goodbyes and the door closed behind Soha and Minjun, a familiar
silence settled over the penthouse—the temporary quiet that always followed Minjun's
departure.

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is it strange that I still feel guilty
sometimes? Watching her with him, seeing how good she is with him..."
Jungkook moved closer, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's waist. "I don't think that
feeling ever completely goes away. But she's finding her way, Tae. You can see it, can't you?
She seems... lighter somehow."

"I noticed that too," Taehyung admitted, relaxing into Jungkook's embrace. "Jimin mentioned
he saw her having dinner with someone last week."

Jungkook pulled back slightly, eyes widening. "Really? She didn't say anything."

"Why would she? It's her private life." Taehyung kissed Jungkook's forehead gently. "But I
hope it's true. She deserves to be happy."

Jungkook nodded, resting his head against Taehyung's chest and listening to the steady beat
of his heart. "So what do you want to do with our free day? We have until five."

"Actually," Taehyung said, a hint of nervousness entering his voice, "I was hoping we could
visit a place I found yesterday. It's a house in Seongbuk-dong. It's got a garden and that studio
space you've been talking about for your music."

Jungkook pulled back, searching Taehyung's face. "A house? You want to move?"

"I want us to consider it," Taehyung said carefully. "This penthouse... it's beautiful, but it's
full of history that isn't just ours. I thought maybe we could start looking for a place that
could be truly ours—somewhere Minjun can grow up that's just associated with his two
dads."

The words "his two dads" sent a warm flutter through Jungkook's chest. It still amazed him
sometimes—how they had arrived here, how the universe had taken such an unconventional
route to give him a family he never imagined possible.

"I'd like that," Jungkook said softly. "But what about Soha? Would it make it harder for her to
see Minjun if we moved?"

"I already looked into that," Taehyung assured him. "The house is actually closer to her
gallery than this place is. And it has a beautiful guest suite that could be hers whenever she
stays over."

Jungkook smiled, touched by Taehyung's thoughtfulness. Even as they moved forward with
their life together, he never forgot to consider Soha's place in their family constellation.

"Then yes," Jungkook said, rising on his toes to kiss Taehyung properly. "Let's go look at this
house."
The house was everything Taehyung had described and more. Nestled in a quiet street lined
with ginkgo trees, the modern structure blended seamlessly with traditional Korean
architectural elements. Large windows let in abundant natural light, illuminating warm
wooden floors and clean, open spaces.

"And through here," the real estate agent was saying as she led them down a hallway, "is
what could be your studio, Mr. Jeon."

The room she showed them took Jungkook's breath away. High ceilings, perfect acoustics,
and a wall of windows overlooking a small private garden.

"There's room for your piano," Taehyung murmured close to his ear, "and maybe that
recording equipment you've been researching."

Since Minjun's birth, Jungkook had cautiously returned to his music, composing in the stolen
quiet moments while the baby napped. What had started as simple lullabies for Minjun had
gradually evolved into a collection of compositions that his former professor had encouraged
him to develop further.

"It's perfect," Jungkook whispered, already imagining the space filled with music.

The agent discreetly left them alone to explore, and Taehyung took Jungkook's hand, leading
him through French doors into the garden.

"There's something else I wanted to show you," he said, guiding Jungkook to a small stone
bench beneath a blooming plum tree. "Sit with me?"

They settled on the bench, the afternoon sun warm on their skin, a gentle breeze carrying the
scent of flowers. For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, hands still linked.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Taehyung finally said, his voice quiet but steady. "About how
life takes unexpected turns. How sometimes the journey to where you're meant to be isn't
straightforward."

Jungkook smiled softly. "That's certainly true for us."

"When Soha and I first talked about finding a surrogate, I never imagined..." Taehyung
paused, seeking the right words. "I never imagined I would find my soulmate through it."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. Taehyung had told him he loved him many times over the
past months, but there was something different in his tone now—something deeper, more
certain.

"I know our beginning wasn't conventional," Taehyung continued, turning to face Jungkook
fully. "But I've never been more certain of anything than I am of us—of this family we've
created."

With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
Jungkook's breath caught in his throat. "Tae..."

"I'm not asking for answers today," Taehyung said quickly. "I know we're still finding our
rhythms, still settling into this life together. But I wanted you to know that when you're ready
—whether that's next month or next year—this is waiting for you." He opened the box to
reveal a simple platinum band, elegant and understated. "This is my promise to you,
Jungkook. That whatever comes next, we face it together."

Tears welled in Jungkook's eyes as he stared at the ring, then at the man holding it. The
journey that had brought them here had been complicated, sometimes painful, filled with
unexpected turns and difficult choices. But sitting here in this garden, with the promise of a
future together, Jungkook couldn't imagine having taken any other path.

"I don't need to wait," he said, his voice steady despite the tears now streaming down his
cheeks. "I know what I want, Tae. I've known for a long time now."

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Are you sure? There's no rush—"

Jungkook silenced him with a kiss, pouring all his certainty, all his love into it. When they
finally parted, both breathless, he rested his forehead against Taehyung's.

"I'm sure," he whispered. "We've already been through more together than most couples face
in a lifetime. I want this—you, Minjun, our family. All of it."

With trembling fingers, Taehyung removed the ring from its box and slipped it onto
Jungkook's finger. It fit perfectly, catching the sunlight as Jungkook spread his fingers to
admire it.

"It's beautiful," he murmured.

"Like you," Taehyung replied, drawing him close again. "Like the life we're building."

As they sat together beneath the plum tree, planning their future in whispered conversations
and tender touches, Jungkook reflected on the strange, wonderful journey that had led them
here. What had begun as an arrangement—clinical, contractual, bounded by terms and
conditions—had blossomed into something far more precious. Something built on choice and
commitment, on working through difficulties rather than avoiding them, on creating a family
defined not by convention but by love.

And later that evening, when Soha returned with a tired but happy Minjun, babbling excitedly
about the fish he'd seen, Jungkook felt a deep sense of rightness as he and Taehyung shared
their news with her.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the ring, then softened with genuine warmth. "I'm so happy
for you both," she said, and Jungkook could hear the truth in her words. "Truly."

As they all sat together in the living room, Minjun crawling from one parent to another,
showing off his new skills, Jungkook caught Taehyung's gaze over their son's head. In that
look was everything they had been through and everything that still lay ahead—the
challenges they would face, the joy they would create, the family they would continue to
nurture.

An arrangement that had begun as a solution to one problem had transformed into something
none of them could have predicted: a constellation of relationships bound by love, respect,
and the shared commitment to raising a child who would grow up knowing he was cherished
by all three of his parents.

And that, Jungkook thought as he scooped Minjun into his arms, feeling the weight of
Taehyung's ring on his finger, was worth every difficult moment it had taken to get here.

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 Blossoms of Belonging
Chapter Summary

Three months after the proposal, their new home becomes a sanctuary where
relationships flourish, healing begins with Taehyung's family, and the roots of their
unconventional family grow deeper.
Three months had passed since Taehyung's proposal in the garden of what was now their
home. The seasons had changed, painting the neighborhood in autumn's rich palette of reds
and golds. Inside the warmth of their new house, Jungkook stood by the floor-to-ceiling
windows of his studio, watching as Minjun toddled unsteadily across the lawn, his chubby
hands firmly gripped in Taehyung's much larger ones.

At eleven months old, Minjun was growing more adventurous by the day. His first steps had
come just two weeks ago—a momentous occasion that they'd been fortunate enough to share
with Soha during her weekend with him. Jungkook had captured the moment on video:
Minjun standing precariously between his three parents, face scrunched in determination
before launching himself toward Soha with three wobbly steps that had them all erupting in
cheers.

A soft melody floated through the studio, the notes of Jungkook's latest composition playing
from his laptop. The piece was nearly finished—a lullaby for Minjun that had evolved into
something more complex, weaving together themes that represented each of them. It was part
of the album he was slowly assembling, his first serious return to music since before the
surrogacy.

The doorbell's chime interrupted his thoughts. Jungkook glanced at his watch, surprised.
Soha wasn't expected until tomorrow, and they weren't anticipating any other visitors. He
made his way through the house, catching a glimpse of Taehyung through the back windows,
still absorbed in a game with Minjun.

When he opened the front door, his breath caught.

"Mother," he said, momentarily stunned. "I didn't know you were coming today."

Mrs. Jeon stood on their doorstep, looking healthier than she had in years. The experimental
treatments that Jungkook's surrogacy money had funded had worked beyond anyone's
expectations, returning color to her cheeks and strength to her previously frail frame.

"My appointment finished early," she explained, smiling. "I thought I'd surprise my grandson
instead of waiting until next week." Her eyes softened. "And see how my son is doing, of
course."

Jungkook stepped aside to let her in, warmth filling his chest. The journey with his mother
had been complicated. When he'd first told her about the surrogacy, she had been concerned,
even disapproving. Learning about his relationship with Taehyung had been another hurdle.
But seeing her son happy and watching her grandson grow had gradually transformed her
perspective.

"Minjun's in the backyard with Taehyung," Jungkook said, taking her coat. "He's practicing
his walking. You picked a good day to visit."
His mother's eyes crinkled with pleasure. "Every day is a good day to visit that little one."
She paused, studying Jungkook with the keen eye that had never failed to see through him,
even as a child. "You look happy, Jungkook-ah. Settled."

"I am," he admitted, the platinum band on his finger catching the light as he ran a hand
through his hair. "We moved into the house just at the right time. Minjun needs the space now
that he's moving around more."

They made their way through the house toward the back door. Jungkook watched his mother
taking in the details of their home—the family photos arranged carefully on the walls,
Minjun's toys neatly corralled in colorful bins, the subtle blend of his and Taehyung's tastes in
the décor.

"And how is Soha?" she asked carefully.

It was a question loaded with history. His mother had met Soha several times now, and the
two women had developed a cautious mutual respect. Mrs. Jeon had been particularly moved
by how Soha had stepped back to allow Jungkook and Taehyung to build their relationship
while never abandoning her role as Minjun's mother.

"She's doing well," Jungkook said honestly. "The gallery just promoted her to senior curator.
And... she's been seeing someone for a few months now. A professor of art history. She's
bringing him to Minjun's birthday party next month."

His mother raised an eyebrow. "That's a significant step."

"It is," Jungkook agreed. "We're all a bit nervous about it, but it feels right. She deserves to
move forward with her life too."

Just as they reached the back door, it swung open, and Taehyung appeared with Minjun in his
arms. The baby's face lit up at the sight of his grandmother, pudgy arms reaching out
immediately.

"Halmeoni!" Taehyung said warmly, clearly pleased by the surprise visit. "Look who's here,
Minjun-ah. It's Halmeoni!"

"There's my sweet boy," Mrs. Jeon cooed, accepting Minjun as Taehyung transferred him to
her arms. The baby babbled excitedly, patting her face with sticky hands.

"Sorry," Taehyung said with a rueful smile. "We were eating apple slices. Someone's a messy
eater."

Mrs. Jeon waved away the apology, completely unbothered by the sticky handprints now
decorating her blouse. "Babies are supposed to be messy. It means they're exploring."

Watching his mother and his fiancé chatting comfortably while Minjun nestled against his
grandmother's shoulder, Jungkook felt a wave of contentment. This—this fragile, hard-won
harmony—was something he hadn't dared hope for in the early days.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Checking it, he saw a message from Soha.
The gallery is closing the exhibition early today. Any chance I could come see Minjun this
evening instead of tomorrow? I know it's not my scheduled day, but I miss his little face.

Jungkook showed the message to Taehyung, who nodded immediately. "Of course. Tell her to
join us for dinner. Your mother's here too—we can make it a family meal."

Family. The word still carried such weight, such meaning. Their definition of it had expanded
and shifted over time, creating space for configurations that wouldn't appear in any traditional
family tree.

Please come for dinner, Jungkook typed back. Tae's cooking and my mother is visiting. We'd
all love to see you.

The dining room was filled with the warm chatter of conversation and the delicious aroma of
Taehyung's kimchi jjigae, a recipe passed down from his grandmother that had become a
staple in their household. Minjun sat in his high chair between Jungkook and Soha, happily
making a mess of the small portions of dinner they'd set aside for him.

"He's definitely going to need a bath after this," Soha laughed, gently wiping a smear of stew
from Minjun's cheek only for him to immediately replace it with another.

"I'll handle bath time tonight," Taehyung offered, watching their son's antics with fond
amusement.

"Actually," Soha said, a hint of hesitation in her voice, "I was wondering if I could do it? It's
been a few days since I've had bath duty with him."

"Of course," Jungkook said immediately. "You don't need to ask, Soha."

She smiled gratefully, her hand briefly touching his in a gesture that had become familiar
between them—a silent acknowledgment of the unique understanding they shared as the two
people who loved both Taehyung and Minjun in their different ways.

"So," Mrs. Jeon said, turning to Soha, "Jungkook tells me congratulations are in order for
your promotion at the gallery."

"Thank you," Soha said, genuine pleasure lighting her features. "It's been a challenging year,
but the work has been incredibly fulfilling."

"And I understand you're bringing someone special to Minjun's birthday celebration?" Mrs.
Jeon continued, her tone gentle but direct.
Jungkook shot his mother a warning look, but Soha seemed unfazed. "Yes, his name is
Hyunwoo. He's been... very patient with our unique situation."

"It takes a special kind of person to understand a family like ours," Mrs. Jeon observed, her
eyes moving between Soha, Jungkook, and Taehyung. "Not everyone would have the
strength or the wisdom."

There was respect in her voice—respect that had been earned through months of watching all
three adults put Minjun's needs above their own feelings, their own comfort.

"We're looking forward to meeting him," Taehyung said sincerely. "Any important person in
your life is important to us too."

A comfortable silence settled over the table, broken only by Minjun's happy babbling as he
discovered he could squish his rice between his fingers.

"Have you set a date yet?" Mrs. Jeon asked, nodding toward the engagement ring on
Jungkook's finger. "For the wedding?"

Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged a look. It was a question they'd been asked frequently
since announcing their engagement.

"We're thinking next spring," Taehyung answered. "Something small, just family and close
friends."

"After Minjun's walking more confidently," Jungkook added with a smile. "We'd like him to
be able to bring us the rings."

"That sounds lovely," Soha said softly, and when Jungkook glanced at her, he was relieved to
see genuine warmth in her eyes. Time had helped heal what might have been irreparable in
other circumstances.

"Speaking of family gatherings," Taehyung said, his tone shifting slightly, "my father called
today."

Jungkook stiffened almost imperceptibly. Despite small improvements, relations with

Taehyung's parents remained complicated. His father had begun making efforts—visiting
Minjun occasionally, acknowledging Jungkook's place in his son's life with cautious civility
—but his mother remained distant, her displeasure evident in her rare, brief interactions with
them.

"What did he want?" Jungkook asked carefully.

"He's invited us to dinner next weekend—all of us, including you, Soha, if you're available."
Taehyung's expression was guarded but hopeful. "He specifically asked that we bring Minjun.
And he mentioned that my mother will be there."

A charged silence followed this announcement. The last dinner with both of Taehyung's
parents had been tense, uncomfortable for everyone involved.
"Do you think something's changed?" Jungkook finally asked.

Taehyung shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—hope, perhaps. "He
sounded different. Less formal. He actually asked about your music project, Jungkook."

Soha, who had remained silent, finally spoke. "I'll come if you both want me there. It might
help ease the transition for them, seeing that I'm... at peace with how things have worked
out."

Jungkook felt a rush of gratitude toward her. Even now, she was thinking of how to smooth
the path for them.

"Thank you," he said simply. "That would mean a lot."

Mrs. Jeon, who had been observing this exchange with thoughtful eyes, nodded approvingly.
"Family healing takes time," she said wisely. "But every step counts."

After dinner, while Soha took Minjun upstairs for his bath and Mrs. Jeon insisted on helping
Taehyung with the dishes, Jungkook slipped away to his studio. The melody he'd been
working on earlier called to him, needing just a few adjustments before it would be complete.

He'd been at the piano for only a few minutes when he felt Taehyung's presence behind him,
strong arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"That sounds beautiful," Taehyung murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Jungkook's head.
"Is it for the album?"

"Mm," Jungkook confirmed, leaning back into the embrace. "It's almost done. Just tweaking
the bridge section."

"Play it for me?"

Jungkook nodded, positioning his hands over the keys again. As he played, he felt
Taehyung's arms tighten slightly around him, his fiancé's breathing synchronizing with the
rhythm of the music. The piece flowed through him, telling their story in a language more
honest than words—the unexpected beginning, the complications, the moments of doubt, and
ultimately, the love that had emerged stronger for having been tested.

When the final notes faded, they sat in silence for a moment, wrapped in the echoes of the
music and each other.

"It's perfect," Taehyung whispered finally. "It's us."

Before Jungkook could respond, they heard Soha calling from upstairs. "Bath time's over!
Someone wants to say goodnight to his dads!"

They found Soha in Minjun's nursery, the baby already dressed in his pajamas, hair still damp
from the bath. He was fighting sleep, his little eyelids drooping even as he struggled to stay
awake.
"I think someone had too much excitement today," Soha said fondly, passing Minjun to
Jungkook.

"Thank you for bathing him," Jungkook said, settling into the rocking chair with Minjun
cradled against his chest. The baby immediately nuzzled closer, seeking the comforting scent
of his omega father.

"I should head home," Soha said, checking her watch. "It's getting late."

"You're welcome to stay in the guest room," Taehyung offered. "It's all set up."

They had designed the house with Soha in mind, creating a comfortable guest suite that was
exclusively hers whenever she visited. Some weekends, when she had Minjun, they would all
share meals together, trying to maintain a sense of unity for their son's benefit.

Soha hesitated, then nodded. "That might be nice, actually. Then I can see him in the morning
too."

As they finished their goodnight routine, each taking turns to kiss Minjun's forehead before
laying him in his crib, Jungkook was struck by how natural it felt—this unconventional
family they'd created, bound together by love for one small person.

Later that night, after Soha had retired to the guest room and Mrs. Jeon to the second guest
bedroom, Jungkook and Taehyung lay together in their own bed, voices lowered as they
talked about the day.

"Do you think your parents are finally coming around?" Jungkook asked, his head resting on
Taehyung's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I hope so," Taehyung sighed, fingers absently tracing patterns on Jungkook's shoulder. "My
father seems genuine in his efforts. My mother... I'm less certain."

Jungkook knew how much it pained Taehyung to be at odds with his family, especially as
Minjun grew older and began to understand the dynamics around him.

"Whatever happens," Jungkook said softly, "we'll handle it together. Minjun has so much love
in his life already—your father, my mother, Jimin as his honorary uncle, Soha, and us. That's
more than many children have."

"I know," Taehyung agreed, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's temple. "I just wish... I wish they
could see what I see when I look at you with him. How perfect you are as his father."

Jungkook's throat tightened with emotion. "We're both his fathers," he whispered. "In every
way that matters."

They fell silent then, wrapped in each other's warmth, the quiet of the night broken only by
the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional crackle from the baby monitor on the
nightstand. Through it, they could hear Minjun's gentle snuffles as he slept peacefully in his
crib down the hall.
"I've been thinking," Taehyung said after a while, his voice thoughtful in the darkness.
"About something Dr. Yoo mentioned in our last session. About creating our own traditions
as a family."

"What kind of traditions?" Jungkook asked, curious.

"Well, Minjun's birthday is coming up. His first birthday. That's already a special tradition in
Korean culture. But I was thinking we could start something of our own too—maybe an
annual family trip to Jeju, where all of us go, including Soha."

"All of us?" Jungkook repeated, propping himself up on one elbow to look at Taehyung's
face, dimly visible in the moonlight streaming through their window.

"Is that weird?" Taehyung asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I just thought... for
Minjun, it might be nice to have memories where all his parents are together, enjoying
themselves."

Jungkook considered this for a moment. A year ago, the idea might have seemed impossible
—too complicated, too fraught with potential awkwardness. But now...

"It's not weird," he decided. "It's actually beautiful. If Soha's comfortable with it, I think it's a
wonderful idea."

Taehyung smiled, relief evident in the relaxing of his features. "I've never liked doing things
the conventional way anyway," he said, pulling Jungkook back down against his chest.

"Clearly," Jungkook teased, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's collarbone. "Nothing about our
journey has been conventional."

"And yet," Taehyung murmured, his voice growing thick with emotion, "somehow we ended
up exactly where we were meant to be."

As Jungkook drifted toward sleep in the arms of the man he loved, the father of their child, he
couldn't help but agree. Their path had been winding, often difficult, occasionally painful.
But it had led them here—to this home filled with love, to their son sleeping peacefully down
the hall, to a future they were building together, step by careful step.

The arrangement that had brought them together had evolved into something far more
profound: a family defined not by convention but by choice, by commitment, by the daily
decision to put love above all else.

And as complicated as that sometimes was, Jungkook wouldn't have it any other way.
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 Bridges of Reconciliation
Chapter Summary

A pivotal dinner with Taehyung's parents marks a turning point in acceptance, while
Taehyung and Jungkook's intimate connection reflects the strength they've found in each
other through every challenge.
The night air was crisp with early winter as Jungkook and Taehyung stood side by side at the
threshold of the Kim family home. The grand entrance loomed before them, elegant and
imposing, much like the family dynasty it represented. Jungkook adjusted Minjun in his
arms, the toddler dressed immaculately in an outfit Taehyung's father had sent specifically for
the occasion.

"Ready?" Taehyung asked, his voice steady despite the tension Jungkook could feel radiating
from him.

Jungkook nodded, glancing behind them where Soha was just climbing out of her car, elegant
in a simple navy dress. She had insisted on driving separately—"Just in case," she'd said,
though none of them had voiced what that "case" might be.

Minjun babbled happily, oblivious to the significance of the evening, his tiny hand reaching
out to pat Jungkook's cheek in what had become his favorite gesture of affection.

"Let's do this," Jungkook said, shifting Minjun to a more comfortable position against his hip.

Before Taehyung could ring the bell, the door swung open to reveal Mr. Kim himself—a rare
occurrence that immediately signaled something different about tonight's dinner. Usually, a
household staff member would greet them.

"You're here," Mr. Kim said, his normally stern face softening slightly at the sight of Minjun.
"Come in, all of you. It's cold outside."

He stepped aside to let them enter, nodding a greeting to Soha as she joined them. "Thank
you for coming, Soha. It means a great deal."

Jungkook caught Taehyung's surprised glance. This warm welcome was unexpected,
especially from a man who had maintained a careful distance since their family had taken its
unconventional shape.

"Father," Taehyung said cautiously, "is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine," Mr. Kim assured him, leading them through the expansive foyer toward
the formal dining room. "Your mother and I simply felt it was time for a proper family
dinner."

The emphasis on "family" didn't escape Jungkook's notice. He exchanged a quick look with
Soha, who raised an eyebrow slightly.

As they entered the dining room, Mrs. Kim rose from her seat at the table. Her posture was
perfect as always, her expression carefully composed. But something in her eyes seemed
different—less cold, perhaps, though Jungkook wouldn't go so far as to call it warm.
"Welcome," she said formally. Her gaze moved to Minjun, and for a moment, her facade
cracked to reveal a flash of genuine emotion. "He's grown so much."

"He has," Taehyung agreed, stepping forward to kiss his mother's cheek. "He's walking now.
And trying to talk—mostly nonsense still, but he's very expressive."

As if to demonstrate, Minjun chose that moment to loudly announce, "Ba-ba-ba!" while

pointing excitedly at a crystal chandelier overhead.

Mrs. Kim's lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. "He has your
curiosity, Taehyung."

"And Jungkook's determination," Mr. Kim added, surprising them all. "The way he furrows
his brow when he's focused—I noticed it last time I visited. That's pure Jeon."

Jungkook felt a surge of emotion at this unexpected acknowledgment. For the first time,
Taehyung's father had recognized his genetic contribution to Minjun, spoken of it as
something positive rather than an uncomfortable fact to be ignored.

"Please, sit," Mrs. Kim instructed, gesturing to the elegantly set table. A high chair had been
placed between two regular chairs—clearly intended for Minjun. Another subtle
acknowledgment.

As they settled in, passing Minjun between them to get him situated in the high chair,
Jungkook noticed something else: the table was set differently than during previous visits.
Before, the seating had always emphasized traditional family lines—Taehyung beside his
parents, Jungkook and Soha as peripheral additions. Tonight, the place settings created a
more circular arrangement, with no clear hierarchy.

"We've prepared Minjun's favorites," Mrs. Kim said, nodding to the staff who began serving.
"The chef consulted with your household staff about his preferences."

Taehyung's eyes widened slightly. "You did?"

"Of course," she replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "He is our
grandson."

The simple statement hung in the air, weighty with significance. Our grandson. Not just
Taehyung's son, but theirs. A claiming of family bonds that had been conspicuously absent in
previous interactions.

Dinner progressed with surprising ease. Mr. Kim inquired about Jungkook's music, showing
unexpected knowledge about his recent compositions. Mrs. Kim asked Soha thoughtful
questions about her gallery work. And both of them doted on Minjun, Mr. Kim even
abandoning his usual dignity to make silly faces when the toddler grew fussy.

It wasn't until after the main course, when Minjun was contentedly smashing small pieces of
fruit in his high chair, that Mr. Kim cleared his throat in a way that suggested the real purpose
of the evening was about to be revealed.
"We owe all of you an apology," he said simply.

The statement was so unexpected that for a moment, no one responded.

"An apology?" Taehyung finally echoed.

Mrs. Kim's perfectly manicured hand reached for her husband's, an uncharacteristic public
display of affection. "Yes," she agreed, her voice softer than Jungkook had ever heard it. "For
our resistance. Our... judgment."

Mr. Kim looked directly at Jungkook. "When Taehyung first told us about your arrangement,
we saw only the unconventional nature of it. We worried about appearances, about tradition.
What we failed to see was the remarkable family you were building."

"And the extraordinary sacrifice and grace that all of you have shown," Mrs. Kim added, her
gaze shifting to Soha. "Especially you, Soha. We did not appreciate the strength it took to
make the choices you've made."

Soha's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you for saying
that."

"What changed?" Taehyung asked, his voice carefully controlled, though Jungkook could
hear the undercurrent of emotion.

Mr. Kim glanced at his wife before answering. "Many things. Watching Minjun thrive.
Seeing how the three of you have created stability for him despite the circumstances. And..."
He hesitated. "Your aunt Miyoung's visit last month."

Taehyung looked confused. "Aunt Miyoung? I didn't know she visited."

"She did," Mrs. Kim confirmed. "She came to see us after attending a recital where she heard
a certain lullaby." Her gaze shifted to Jungkook.

Jungkook felt heat rise in his cheeks. "My composition for Minjun. It was performed at the
contemporary music showcase last month."

"She recognized your name from our conversations," Mr. Kim explained. "She heard the
piece, read the program notes about how it was composed for your son, and came straight to
us. She said..." He cleared his throat. "She said we were fools to let our prejudices keep us
from truly knowing our grandson and the family that loves him."

"Aunt Miyoung always did speak her mind," Taehyung said with a small smile.

"She played us a recording," Mrs. Kim added softly. "Of your music, Jungkook. It was...
moving. We could feel your love for Minjun in every note."

Jungkook swallowed hard, overwhelmed by this unexpected turn. The composition they
spoke of had indeed been deeply personal—a musical narrative of their unconventional
family, woven with themes that represented each of them and culminating in the simple, pure
melody he associated with Minjun.
"After that, we began to reconsider," Mr. Kim continued. "We started by spending more time
with Minjun, as you know. And in doing so, we saw what we'd been blind to before." He
looked at each of them in turn. "That family isn't defined by convention. It's defined by love,
by commitment, by putting a child's well-being above all else. All of which you three have
demonstrated in abundance."

"So," Mrs. Kim said, straightening almost imperceptibly, "we wanted to tell you formally that
we support your family—in whatever form it takes. And..." She hesitated, showing a rare
moment of uncertainty. "We hope to be a more present part of Minjun's life moving forward.
And yours," she added, her gaze including Jungkook and Soha.

The silence that followed was filled with emotion. Jungkook felt Taehyung's hand find his
under the table, squeezing tightly.

"That would mean a great deal to us," Taehyung finally said, his voice thick. "To all of us."

Soha nodded her agreement, and Jungkook managed to say, "Minjun would be very lucky to
have you in his life."

As if sensing he was being discussed, Minjun chose that moment to loudly proclaim
"Halmeoni!" while pointing at Mrs. Kim—a word he'd been practicing but had never before
directed at Taehyung's mother.

The effect was immediate. Mrs. Kim's carefully maintained composure crumbled, tears
welling in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "Halmeoni is here, Minjun-ah."

Mr. Kim cleared his throat again, clearly emotional himself. "We have one more thing to
discuss. The company's annual New Year's gala is approaching."

Taehyung tensed slightly beside Jungkook. In previous years, the gala had been a point of
contention—his parents wanting him to attend as the heir to Kim Enterprises, but
uncomfortable with how to present his complicated personal life to their conservative
business associates.

"We would like all of you to attend," Mr. Kim continued. "As our family. No hiding, no
pretending. Simply as you are."

"All of us?" Taehyung clarified. "Including Jungkook as my fiancé?"

"Yes," Mrs. Kim confirmed. "And Soha as Minjun's mother and an important part of our
extended family."

Soha spoke up gently. "I appreciate the inclusion, truly. But I've recently begun seeing
someone. Would it be inappropriate to bring him?"

Rather than appearing disturbed by this development, Mrs. Kim seemed to consider it
thoughtfully. "Not at all. If he's important to you, he's welcome. It will simply underscore the
mature and forward-thinking nature of our family arrangements."
Jungkook nearly laughed at the subtle shift in Mrs. Kim's perspective—from seeing their
situation as a potential embarrassment to recasting it as evidence of the family's progressive
values. It was so characteristic of her practical approach to life.

The evening concluded with plans made for the gala and, more importantly, for regular
family dinners moving forward. As they prepared to leave, Mrs. Kim surprised them all by
asking to hold Minjun. When the sleepy toddler snuggled against her designer blouse without
concern for the potential mess, she didn't flinch—another small but significant sign of
change.

The drive home was quiet, all three adults processing the unexpected developments of the
evening. Minjun had fallen asleep in his car seat, his soft breathing the only sound as
Taehyung navigated the familiar route.

"That was..." Soha began from the backseat, then seemed at a loss for words.

"Surreal," Jungkook supplied, glancing back at her with a small smile.

"But in a good way," Taehyung added, reaching over to squeeze Jungkook's hand. "I never
thought I'd see my mother willingly let Minjun drool on her Chanel."

They shared a quiet laugh, the tension of the evening finally breaking.

"Do you think it's genuine?" Jungkook asked softly. "This change of heart?"

"I do," Soha said thoughtfully. "Your music moved them, Jungkook. Art has a way of
reaching people when words fail."

"And Minjun," Taehyung added. "It's hard to resist him once you spend time with him. He
breaks down barriers without even trying."

When they arrived home, Soha declined their offer to come in, citing an early meeting the
next day. As they said their goodbyes, she hesitated, then said, "I'm happy for you both.
Tonight felt like... closure, somehow. Another piece falling into place."

After she drove away, Taehyung and Jungkook carried the still-sleeping Minjun inside,
working together with the practiced ease of parents to change him into pajamas and tuck him
into his crib without waking him.

They stood side by side for a moment, watching their son's peaceful slumber, the events of
the evening still reverberating between them.
"Come to bed," Taehyung finally whispered, taking Jungkook's hand and leading him from
the nursery.

In the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom, with the door closed and the house silent around
them, Taehyung pulled Jungkook into his arms. "Thank you," he murmured against
Jungkook's hair.

"For what?"

"For your music. For reaching my parents in a way I never could." Taehyung's hands framed
Jungkook's face, his eyes serious in the soft lamplight. "For being the missing piece of my
life that I didn't even know I was searching for."

Jungkook felt his heart swell with emotion. "I should be thanking you. For giving me a
family. For loving me despite the complicated way we came together."

"Because of it," Taehyung corrected, brushing his thumb across Jungkook's lower lip. "Not
despite it. Every step of our journey brought us here. I wouldn't change any of it."

Their lips met in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, weighted with the emotion
of the evening and the profound gratitude they both felt for how far they'd come. Taehyung's
hands slid beneath Jungkook's sweater, warm against his skin, mapping familiar territory with
reverent touches.

"I need you," Taehyung breathed against Jungkook's neck, his alpha scent growing stronger
with arousal. "Tonight of all nights—I need to feel connected to you."

Jungkook nodded, already working at Taehyung's shirt buttons. "Yes," he whispered. "Me
too."

There was an urgency to their movements as they undressed each other, punctuating each
newly revealed expanse of skin with kisses and soft touches. When they finally fell onto the
bed together, Jungkook welcomed Taehyung's weight above him, arching up to maximize the
contact between their bodies.

"You're everything," Taehyung murmured, his lips trailing down Jungkook's chest.
"Everything I never knew I needed."

Unlike the frenzied couplings of Jungkook's heat cycles or the careful, almost clinical
encounters of their initial arrangement, this was a dance they had perfected over months of
learning each other's bodies. Taehyung knew exactly how to touch him—where to be gentle
and where to apply pressure, when to tease and when to give in.

Jungkook gasped as Taehyung's mouth moved lower, his tongue tracing patterns that sent
shivers of pleasure up his spine. His hands fisted in Taehyung's hair, guiding him without
words, their bodies communicating in a language more primal and honest than speech.

"Tae," he breathed, his body responding naturally to his alpha's attention, slick with need.
"Please."
Taehyung looked up, his eyes dark with desire but still questioning. Even now, after countless
intimate moments, he always sought confirmation. "What do you need, love?"

"You," Jungkook answered simply. "Just you."

With deliberate care, Taehyung moved back up Jungkook's body, positioning himself
between welcoming thighs. Their eyes locked as he pushed forward slowly, both of them
sighing in pleasure at the perfect connection. This was home—the place where they were
most truly themselves, most completely unified.

"I love you," Taehyung whispered, beginning to move in a rhythm that matched the beating
of their hearts. "In a way I never thought possible."

Jungkook wrapped his legs around Taehyung's waist, drawing him deeper, his hands tracing
the strong muscles of his back. "I love you too," he gasped, pleasure building with each
careful thrust. "Always."

They moved together with practiced grace, knowing instinctively how to bring each other the
greatest pleasure. Taehyung's hands were everywhere—caressing, gripping, adjusting the
angle until Jungkook cried out, his body arching off the bed.

"There," Jungkook breathed, his fingers digging into Taehyung's shoulders. "Right there."

Taehyung maintained the perfect angle, his movements becoming more focused, more
deliberate. The familiar pressure of his alpha knot began to form, catching slightly with each
thrust, intensifying the sensation for both of them.

"You're mine," Taehyung growled, the alpha in him surfacing in the heat of passion. "My
omega. My love."

"Yours," Jungkook agreed, his body tightening around Taehyung as pleasure spiraled higher.
"Always yours."

When release finally claimed them, it was simultaneous and overwhelming, their bodies
locked together as perfectly as their lives had become. Taehyung collapsed atop him, careful
even in his exhaustion not to crush him, their hearts pounding against each other's chests.

For long moments, they lay entwined, catching their breath, exchanging soft kisses and gentle
touches as they came down from their shared high. Taehyung eventually rolled to his side,
bringing Jungkook with him, still connected by his knot.

"Sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am," Taehyung murmured, brushing damp hair
from Jungkook's forehead. "That what started as an arrangement brought me the love of my
life."

Jungkook smiled, nestling closer. "We made our own luck. All of us—you, me, Soha. We
chose to create something beautiful from a complicated situation."

"And now my parents are finally seeing it too," Taehyung said wonderingly. "All because of
your music."
"Not just the music," Jungkook corrected. "Minjun. Time. Their own hearts opening. All of it
together."

They fell silent, content to simply hold each other as their bodies gradually separated, the
intense intimacy of knotting giving way to a gentler connection.

"What are you thinking about?" Taehyung asked eventually, his fingers tracing idle patterns
on Jungkook's back.

"The future," Jungkook admitted. "Our wedding in the spring. Minjun growing up. Maybe..."
He hesitated, suddenly shy despite their intimacy. "Maybe siblings for him someday?"

Taehyung pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, surprise and joy mingling in his
expression. "You'd want that? More children?"

"With you? Yes," Jungkook said simply. "Not right away. But someday. A brother or sister
for Minjun. A family we plan together from the beginning."

"I'd like that," Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Very much."

They sealed this new dream with a tender kiss, another promise added to the many they'd
already made to each other. As they drifted toward sleep, tangled in each other's arms,
Jungkook felt a profound sense of peace.

The arrangement that had brought them together had evolved beyond any of their
expectations, transforming into a love story none of them could have predicted. And now,
with Taehyung's parents' acceptance, another chapter was closing, making way for the future
they would build together—not just for themselves, but for Minjun and the family they hoped
to expand.

Just before sleep claimed him, Jungkook heard Taehyung's sleepy murmur: "Thank you for
being the best thing that ever happened to me."

Jungkook smiled in the darkness, his heart full. "We happened to each other," he whispered
back. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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 Seeds of Tomorrow
Chapter Summary

Jungkook's decision to have another child transforms their marriage in beautiful ways,
bringing the promise of new life and expanding their definition of family once more.
The April morning sun streamed through the bedroom windows, casting a golden glow across
the rumpled sheets. Jungkook stirred, his body unusually warm despite the cool spring breeze
filtering through the partially open window. He'd been feeling off for days—a familiar
restlessness building beneath his skin, a sensitivity to scents that signaled his heat was
approaching.

Only this time felt different.

At his side, Taehyung slept peacefully, one arm draped protectively across Jungkook's waist
even in slumber. Their wedding bands caught the morning light—simple platinum rings that
matched the engagement band Taehyung had given him in the garden of what was now their
home. The ceremony two months ago had been everything they'd hoped for: intimate, joyful,
with Minjun toddling down the aisle clutching their rings, and surrounded by the people who
mattered most to them, including Taehyung's parents and Soha with her new partner,
Hyunwoo.

Jungkook carefully extracted himself from Taehyung's embrace, trying not to disturb his
sleep. Since Minjun's first birthday celebration four months ago, they'd been discussing the
possibility of another child. Not immediately, they'd agreed—perhaps when Minjun was
older, more independent. But the conversation had planted a seed in both their minds.

Which is why Jungkook had made a decision that he hadn't yet shared with Taehyung. For
the first time since Minjun's conception, he had stopped taking his suppressants, allowing his
natural cycle to return.

The first telltale signs had begun yesterday: the heightened sensitivity to Taehyung's scent,
the subtle ache in his lower back, the almost imperceptible increase in his body temperature.
By tomorrow, perhaps the next day at the latest, he would be in full heat.

He padded quietly to the bathroom, splashing cool water on his face. In the mirror, his
reflection looked back at him—cheeks slightly flushed, eyes bright with anticipation and a
hint of nervousness. This would be different from the clinical, arranged heat they'd shared for
Minjun's conception. Different, too, from the unexpected, guilt-ridden encounters during his
pregnancy. This time, they were married, committed, choosing this path together.

If he conceived.

The thought sent a flutter of excitement through him. Another child—one they had planned
for, hoped for together from the beginning.

"Jungkook-ah?" Taehyung's sleep-roughened voice called from the bedroom. "Everything

okay?"
Jungkook returned to find his husband sitting up in bed, hair adorably mussed, eyes still
heavy with sleep. "Everything's fine," he assured him, climbing back into bed. "Just getting
some water."

Taehyung immediately pulled him close, nuzzling into his neck. He stilled suddenly, his body
tensing. "You smell different," he murmured, his voice dropping lower as alpha instincts
began to respond to the subtle change in Jungkook's scent. "Are you—"

"Going into heat?" Jungkook finished for him, meeting his gaze directly. "Yes. Probably by
tomorrow."

Confusion flickered across Taehyung's face. "But your suppressants—"

"I stopped taking them," Jungkook admitted softly. "After we talked about maybe having
another child someday... I thought, why not now? Minjun is thriving, we're settled in our
home, our family dynamics with Soha are stable..." He trailed off, suddenly uncertain.
"Unless you don't think it's the right time?"

The question hung between them for a moment, heavy with possibility. Then Taehyung's
expression transformed, wonder replacing confusion as he fully processed what Jungkook
was saying.

"You want us to try for another baby?" he whispered, his hands moving to frame Jungkook's
face with infinite tenderness.

Jungkook nodded, heart pounding. "Only if you want to. We can use protection during my
heat if you're not ready. I should have discussed it with you first before stopping the
suppressants, but—"

Taehyung silenced him with a kiss, deep and reverent. When they finally parted, both slightly
breathless, he rested his forehead against Jungkook's. "I want this," he said simply. "Another
child with you—nothing would make me happier."

Relief and joy washed through Jungkook. "Really?"

"Really," Taehyung confirmed, his smile radiant. "I love you. I love our family. And the
thought of expanding it, of giving Minjun a sibling..." His voice caught with emotion. "It
feels right."

They sealed this new understanding with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, charged with
the knowledge of what the coming days might bring. Jungkook could feel Taehyung's
restraint, his careful control as he responded to the omega's increasingly potent scent.

"What about work?" Taehyung asked, pulling back slightly. "Your album release is next
month."

Jungkook had been working steadily on his first formal album of compositions, which had
garnered significant attention from the music industry following the public performance of
Minjun's lullaby. "The recording is finished," he assured Taehyung. "Most of the promotional
work can be done remotely if necessary. And anyway, we don't know if I'll conceive right
away."

Taehyung's eyes darkened at the words, his alpha instincts clearly responding to the challenge
implicit in them. "We'll just have to be thorough, then," he murmured, his voice dropping to a
register that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine.

Before they could pursue that line of thought further, a familiar voice called from the baby
monitor: "Da-da! Up! Up!"

They shared a laugh, the moment broken but not diminished. "Perfect timing as always,"
Taehyung said ruefully, pressing one more quick kiss to Jungkook's lips. "I'll get him. You
should rest if your heat is coming."

As Taehyung slipped from the bed, Jungkook caught his hand. "We should call Soha," he
said. "To see if she can take Minjun for a few days."

Taehyung nodded, understanding immediately. "I'll call her after breakfast."

When Soha arrived later that afternoon to pick up Minjun, her perceptiveness immediately
noted the subtle changes in Jungkook's demeanor and the protective way Taehyung hovered
near him.

"Heat coming?" she asked directly, once Minjun was distracted with his toys in the living
room.

Jungkook nodded, feeling his cheeks warm slightly despite the comfortable relationship
they'd developed over time. "Tomorrow, probably. Maybe tonight."

A knowing look passed across Soha's face. "And this isn't just any heat, is it?"

Taehyung slipped his arm around Jungkook's waist. "We're hoping to give Minjun a sibling,"
he confirmed.

To Jungkook's surprise, Soha's eyes filled with tears. "That's wonderful," she said sincerely,
reaching out to squeeze both their hands. "Truly. Minjun would be an amazing big brother."

"You're okay with this?" Jungkook asked carefully. "We wanted to make sure—"

"That I wouldn't feel replaced or left out?" Soha finished gently. "No. Our family is what it is,
and it works. Another child would only add to that." She smiled, a genuine, warm expression.
"Besides, I get all the joys of helping raise Minjun without having gone through pregnancy. I
don't envy you that part, Jungkook."

They shared a laugh, the potential awkwardness of the moment dissolving into the easy
camaraderie that had developed between them.

"I can keep Minjun through the weekend," Soha offered. "Hyunwoo and I were planning to
take him to the children's museum anyway. And the guest room at my place is always ready
for him."

"Thank you," Taehyung said sincerely. "For everything, Soha."

She waved away his gratitude with a smile. "That's what family does." Her expression turned
mischievous. "Now, let me get this little one out of here before things get interesting for you
two."

After helping pack Minjun's things and saying their goodbyes—which included extra hugs
and kisses from both of them, knowing they wouldn't see him for several days—Jungkook
and Taehyung found themselves alone in their home.

The silence felt charged, expectant.

"How are you feeling?" Taehyung asked, his eyes never leaving Jungkook as they moved
around the kitchen, preparing a light dinner.

"Warm," Jungkook admitted. "Restless. But not fully there yet." He met Taehyung's gaze.
"We probably have until tonight, maybe tomorrow morning."

Taehyung nodded, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "I've already cleared my
schedule for the rest of the week. And I've stocked the refrigerator with your favorites."

The simple thoughtfulness of the gesture touched Jungkook deeply. This was so different
from their first experience—no clinical discussions with doctors, no awkward negotiations of
boundaries, no underlying current of guilt or confusion. Just love, desire, and shared hope.

"I love you," Jungkook said softly. "For a thousand reasons, but right now especially for how
you take care of me."

Taehyung crossed the kitchen in two strides, gathering Jungkook in his arms. "I will always
take care of you," he vowed, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's temple. "You and our children.
Always."
The heat struck fully in the early hours of the morning. Jungkook woke gasping, his body
burning from the inside out, sheets damp with sweat. Beside him, Taehyung was already
stirring, his alpha senses responding instinctively to the omega's need even before
consciousness fully claimed him.

"Tae," Jungkook breathed, reaching for his husband with desperate hands. "I need—"

"I'm here," Taehyung murmured, instantly alert, his pupils dilating as Jungkook's heat scent
enveloped him. "I've got you, love."

What followed was nothing like the careful, controlled encounter that had conceived Minjun.
This was primal, instinctive—alpha and omega responding to each other with all barriers
stripped away. Taehyung's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, soothing the burning
beneath Jungkook's skin while simultaneously stoking the fire higher.

Jungkook arched beneath him, lost in sensation as Taehyung's mouth mapped a burning trail
down his body. Unlike his first heat with Taehyung, there was no hesitation now, no
uncertainty. They knew each other's bodies intimately, knew exactly how to drive each other
to the edge of pleasure and beyond.

"Please," Jungkook gasped, his body slick and ready, every nerve ending crying out for
completion. "Taehyung, please—"

Taehyung moved over him, his eyes dark with desire but still lucid, still present. Even in the
throes of responding to Jungkook's heat, he remained himself—the man who loved Jungkook
beyond biology, beyond instinct.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, waiting until Jungkook's eyes focused on his. "I want
you to remember this moment. If we make a child tonight, I want you to remember that it
came from love."

Tears pricked at Jungkook's eyes, emotion overwhelming him even through the haze of heat.
"I will," he promised. "I do."

When they finally joined, it was with a sense of rightness so profound it bordered on
spiritual. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, alpha and omega, husband and
husband, partners in every sense of the word. Jungkook clung to Taehyung, the keen edge of
his heat slightly dulled by the deep satisfaction of being with his mate, his true mate.

As pleasure built between them, cresting and breaking in waves, Jungkook felt Taehyung's
knot forming, locking them together in the most intimate connection possible. The sensation
triggered his own release, his body clenching around Taehyung as they both cried out in
completion.

In the quiet aftermath, still joined, they exchanged soft kisses and whispered words of love.
Jungkook's heat temporarily sated, they drifted in a peaceful interlude, hands gently stroking
sweat-dampened skin.
"Do you think it worked?" Jungkook murmured, his head resting on Taehyung's chest,
listening to the strong beat of his heart.

Taehyung's hand moved to rest protectively over Jungkook's flat stomach. "If not this time,
then the next," he said simply. "We have all the time in the world."

The heat lasted three days, waxing and waning in intensity. Between the peaks, they
showered together, ate the meals Taehyung had prepared in advance, and talked about their
hopes for the future. During the most intense moments, they came together with increasing
intimacy, each encounter deepening their connection.

By the time Jungkook's heat finally subsided, leaving him pleasantly exhausted but fulfilled,
both of them carried a quiet hope that their family would soon be growing.

Six weeks later, Jungkook sat in Dr. Min Yoongi's office, Taehyung's hand clasped tightly in
his as they waited for the results of the blood test. The familiar setting brought back
memories of their first visit years ago—the awkward formality between them, the clinical
discussion of their arrangement, the careful avoidance of eye contact.

How far they had come since then.

The door opened, and Dr. Min entered with a tablet in hand and a smile playing at the corners
of his mouth. "Well," he said, looking between them, "it seems congratulations are in order."

Jungkook's breath caught. "I'm pregnant?"

Dr. Min nodded, his usually stoic expression warming. "Very much so. Hormone levels
suggest a healthy early pregnancy."

Beside him, Taehyung made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, his grip on Jungkook's
hand tightening. "We're having another baby," he whispered, wonder filling his voice.

"We are," Jungkook confirmed, his own voice thick with emotion as he turned to meet his
husband's gaze. The joy he saw reflected there matched the overwhelming happiness
expanding in his own chest.

Dr. Min allowed them a moment before continuing with the practical aspects—scheduling
prenatal care, discussing vitamins and health precautions, setting up the first ultrasound
appointment. Through it all, Taehyung never let go of Jungkook's hand, his thumb rubbing
gentle circles over the wedding band that symbolized their commitment.
As they left the clinic, stepping into the bright June sunshine, Taehyung pulled Jungkook into
a tight embrace, heedless of the passersby on the busy Seoul street. "Thank you," he
murmured against Jungkook's hair. "For this gift. For our family. For everything."

Jungkook melted into the embrace, his hand instinctively moving to rest over his still-flat
stomach where their second child was growing. "We should call Soha," he said. "And your
parents. And my mother."

Taehyung nodded, but made no move to release him. "In a minute," he said. "I just want to
hold you a little longer. Just the three of us."

The three of us. The simple phrase sent a wave of emotion through Jungkook. Their family
was growing, expanding in the most wonderful way.

That evening, after sharing their news with their families—receiving tearful congratulations
from Jungkook's mother, warm enthusiasm from Taehyung's parents, and genuine joy from
Soha—they sat in Minjun's room, watching their son sleep peacefully in his toddler bed.

"How do we tell him?" Jungkook wondered softly, leaning back against Taehyung's chest as
they sat together in the rocking chair that had been a fixture of the nursery since before
Minjun's birth.

"I think he's a bit young to really understand," Taehyung mused, his arms wrapped
protectively around Jungkook, hands resting over the spot where their new baby was
growing. "But we'll find a way to prepare him. Books about being a big brother. Maybe
involve him in setting up the nursery when the time comes."

Jungkook nodded, his mind already racing ahead to the coming months—the changes his
body would undergo, the preparations they would need to make, the way their family
dynamic would shift once again with the addition of a new little person.

"What are you thinking about?" Taehyung asked, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot just
below Jungkook's ear.

"How different this pregnancy will be," Jungkook admitted. "Last time, everything was so
complicated. So many emotions, so much uncertainty. This time..." He turned slightly to meet
Taehyung's gaze. "This time it's clear. Simple. Just love."

Taehyung's eyes softened with emotion. "Not just love," he corrected gently. "Our love. The
kind that built this family piece by piece, through every challenge. The kind that will
welcome this new baby into a home already filled with so much love that it spills over."

As they sat together in the quiet of their son's room, planning for their future and marveling at
the journey that had brought them to this moment, Jungkook felt an overwhelming sense of
gratitude. What had begun as an arrangement—clinical, contracted, bounded by terms and
conditions—had blossomed into something far more precious: a family defined not by
convention but by choice, by commitment, by love in its purest form.
And soon, that family would grow by one more heart, one more soul to love and be loved in
return.

The summer progressed, bringing with it the early signs of Jungkook's pregnancy. Unlike his
first experience carrying Minjun, when he had been living in Taehyung and Soha's penthouse
as a surrogate, this pregnancy unfolded in the warm cocoon of his own home, with his
husband attentive to his every need and their son increasingly curious about the changes he
observed in his "Appa."

"Baby?" Minjun asked one morning at breakfast, pointing to Jungkook's still-barely-visible

bump with a sticky finger. At nearly sixteen months old, his vocabulary was expanding
rapidly, though his understanding of concepts like pregnancy remained understandably
limited.

"Yes, Minjun-ah," Jungkook confirmed, taking the toddler's hand and placing it gently on his
stomach. "A baby is growing in here. Your little brother or sister."

Minjun considered this information with the serious expression that so resembled Taehyung's,
then nodded as if he'd reached some important conclusion. "My baby," he declared firmly.

Taehyung, watching from the stove where he was preparing eggs, laughed softly. "Yes, it will
be your baby too, in a way. You'll be the big brother. That's a very important job."

Seemingly satisfied with this explanation, Minjun returned his attention to his breakfast,
mashing banana pieces with focused determination.

"I think he approves," Jungkook said with a smile, meeting Taehyung's fond gaze across the
kitchen.

"Of course he does," Taehyung replied, bringing over two plates of eggs. "He has your heart.
How could he not love unconditionally?"

The compliment warmed Jungkook deeply. These small moments of affirmation, of being
seen and valued not just as a carrier of their child but as a full partner in creating their family,
made all the difference in his experience this time around.

At twelve weeks, they invited Soha to join them for the ultrasound appointment—a gesture
that felt right given her integral role in their family. Watching her face as she saw the grainy
image of the new baby, her genuine delight evident in her wide smile and shining eyes,
confirmed that their unusual family constellation continued to function with surprising
harmony.
"Do you want to know the sex?" Dr. Min asked as he moved the ultrasound wand over
Jungkook's abdomen.

Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged a look, having discussed this question the night before.
"Yes," they answered in unison.

Dr. Min smiled, adjusting the wand slightly. "Well, it appears you'll be having a little girl."

A daughter. The word echoed in Jungkook's mind, filling him with a new kind of wonder.
Beside him, Taehyung's eyes filled with tears as he squeezed Jungkook's hand.

"A girl," Taehyung whispered, voice thick with emotion. "Minjun will have a little sister."

"Congratulations," Soha said warmly, her own eyes suspiciously bright. "She'll be so loved."

On the ride home, Taehyung couldn't stop talking about their daughter—imagining her
features, wondering whose personality she might inherit, already planning to convert the
spare room next to Minjun's into a nursery filled with soft colors and gentle light.

"We need to start thinking about names," he said, his hand resting protectively over
Jungkook's small bump as they sat in traffic.

"We have time," Jungkook assured him, though his own mind was already running through
possibilities, imagining calling a daughter by various names, testing how they felt in his
heart.

That night, as they lay in bed together, Taehyung's arms wrapped around him from behind,
hands cradling the slight swell where their daughter grew, Jungkook felt a contentment so
deep it brought tears to his eyes.

"What is it?" Taehyung murmured, feeling the subtle shake of Jungkook's shoulders. "Are
you uncomfortable? Can I get you anything?"

Jungkook shook his head, turning in Taehyung's arms to face him. "I'm just... happy," he
admitted, voice catching. "Sometimes it hits me all at once—how perfect this is, how right.
How far we've come from that first meeting in the hotel when you and Soha proposed the
surrogacy."

Taehyung's expression softened, his fingers gently wiping away the tears on Jungkook's
cheeks. "If someone had told me then what would come of that arrangement, I never would
have believed them. That the nervous young omega sitting across from us would become the
center of my world, the father of my children, my husband, my heart."

"We've been incredibly lucky," Jungkook whispered.

"Not just lucky," Taehyung corrected gently. "Brave. All of us—you, me, Soha. We had the
courage to follow our hearts even when the path wasn't clear. To build something new when
the old structures no longer fit. To choose love over convention, over ease, over certainty."
As their daughter moved within him—the first fluttering movements just becoming
perceptible—Jungkook placed his hand over Taehyung's on his belly. "She's moving," he
whispered. "Can you feel it?"

Taehyung's eyes widened as he concentrated on the subtle sensation beneath his palm. "I
think—yes," he breathed, wonder filling his face. "Hello, little one," he murmured, lowering
his face closer to Jungkook's stomach. "We can't wait to meet you."

In that quiet, perfect moment, Jungkook knew with absolute certainty that whatever
challenges might lie ahead—the sleepless nights with a newborn, the adjustment for Minjun
to sharing his parents' attention, the continued navigation of their extended family dynamics
—they would face them together, with the same love and commitment that had brought them
through every step of their journey so far.

The arrangement that had brought them together had evolved into something far more
beautiful than any of them could have imagined: a family built on choice rather than
obligation, on love freely given rather than duty, on the daily decision to put each other first
and trust that the rest would follow.

And as their daughter continued to make her presence known with gentle movements inside
him, Jungkook sent up a silent prayer of gratitude for the twisted, unexpected path that had
led him here—to this home, this love, this family that was about to grow in the most
wonderful way.

💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀
 Full Circle
Chapter Notes

Hello Lovely Readers,

As we come to the conclusion of "For the Wrong Reasons," I find myself reflecting on
the journey we've taken together through these eighteen chapters. What began as a story
about an unconventional surrogacy agreement evolved into something much deeper—an
exploration of how families can be built in unexpected ways, how love can flourish in
the spaces between obligation and choice, and how people can grow together through
challenges that might have broken others apart.

When I first started writing Taehyung, Jungkook, and Soha's story, I was drawn to the
inherent tension in their unusual situation. I wanted to explore what happens when
carefully laid plans give way to genuine human connection—when hearts become
involved in what was supposed to be a business arrangement. I never anticipated how
deeply I would come to care for these characters, or how their journey would resonate
with so many of you.

Throughout this story, I've tried to treat all three main characters with compassion and
dignity. Soha, especially, could easily have been relegated to the role of antagonist or
obstacle, but I believed she deserved better than that. Her grace, her strength, and her
capacity to adapt to heartbreaking changes while maintaining her dignity made her, in
many ways, the unsung hero of this narrative. I hope her journey toward her own
happiness felt as earned and meaningful to you as it did to me.

For Taehyung and Jungkook, I wanted to craft a love story that wasn't simple or
straightforward—one that acknowledged the complications of their beginning and the
guilt that accompanied their growing feelings, yet ultimately celebrated the family they
built together. Their path from arrangement to true partnership, from uncertainty to
unwavering commitment, reflects what I believe is most beautiful about love: its ability
to transcend conventional boundaries and flourish even in unlikely soil.

To those who have followed this story from the beginning, who waited patiently
between updates, who left comments that made me think more deeply about these
characters and their world—thank you. Your engagement made this journey infinitely
more rewarding.

As Taehyung and Jungkook discovered, sometimes the most beautiful symphonies arise
from unexpected arrangements of notes. Sometimes the families we create through
choice and commitment are the ones that sustain us most profoundly. And sometimes,
the most meaningful journeys are the ones we never planned to take.

With deepest appreciation,

Lily
P.S. I would be very happy if you will read my other stories.
"Push, Jungkook. That's it—just one more!"

The encouragement from Dr. Min barely registered through the haze of exhaustion and
determination that consumed Jungkook's world. Twenty-six hours of labor had narrowed his
universe to this single, primal task—bringing their daughter into the world.

Taehyung's hand was locked in his, offering unwavering support despite the bruising grip
Jungkook maintained. Unlike Minjun's birth, when their relationship had still been evolving
and boundaries still being negotiated, this time Taehyung had never left his side, serving as
his anchor through every contraction, every moment of doubt.

"You're doing amazingly," Taehyung whispered against Jungkook's temple, his voice steady
despite the emotion Jungkook could feel radiating from him. "She's almost here. Our
daughter is almost here."

With a surge of renewed determination, Jungkook gathered his remaining strength and
pushed, a primal sound tearing from his throat as he felt the final, overwhelming sensation of
their daughter emerging into the world.

The piercing cry that followed was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"She's here!" Dr. Min announced, his professional demeanor briefly cracking to reveal
genuine joy. "She's perfect."

Through tears of exhaustion and overwhelming happiness, Jungkook watched as their

daughter—tiny, pink, and gloriously vocal—was placed on his chest. The weight of her, the
warmth, the absolute miracle of her existence struck him with such force that for a moment
he couldn't breathe.

"Hello, little one," he whispered, voice breaking. "We've been waiting for you."

Taehyung's hand trembled as he reached out to touch their daughter's dark hair, her tiny fist,
her perfect rosebud mouth. "Eunhye," he breathed, speaking the name they had chosen
together months ago. "Kim Eunhye."

Grace and wisdom—the meaning of her name reflected everything they hoped for her,
everything they promised to nurture in this precious new life.

As the medical team efficiently completed the post-delivery procedures, Jungkook couldn't
take his eyes off their daughter, cataloging every perfect detail of her face. She had
Taehyung's eyes, he thought—the same soulful shape that had captivated him from their first
meeting. But her determined little chin, the set of her mouth—those were undeniably his
own.
"She's so beautiful," Taehyung murmured, carefully gathering Eunhye into his arms when
Jungkook's exhausted muscles began to tremble. "Just like her father."

The reverence in his voice, the tender way he cradled their daughter, filled Jungkook's heart
to bursting. This was everything—everything he hadn't known to hope for when he'd first
agreed to be a surrogate, everything he hadn't dared dream might be possible for his life.

A gentle knock at the door interrupted the moment. Soha peered in, her expression a mixture
of excitement and cautious respect for the intimate family moment.

"Is it okay to come in?" she asked softly. "Someone is very eager to meet his little sister."

At Jungkook's nod, she opened the door wider to reveal Minjun, now twenty months old,
clutching her hand and bouncing with barely contained energy. Behind them, both sets of
grandparents waited in the hallway, respecting the immediate family's need for these first
precious moments together.

"Baby?" Minjun asked, his eyes wide as he approached the bed where Jungkook lay with
Taehyung seated beside him, Eunhye nestled in his arms.

"Yes, Minjun-ah," Taehyung confirmed, carefully lowering himself to his son's level. "This is
your sister, Eunhye. Remember how we talked about the baby in Appa's tummy? Well, she's
here now."

Minjun studied his sister with intense concentration, his little brow furrowed in a way that
never failed to remind them both of Taehyung. After a moment of serious consideration, he
reached out one gentle finger to touch her cheek.

"My Eunhye," he declared solemnly, then looked up at his parents with a brilliant smile that
was pure Jungkook. "My baby."

The simple claim, so innocent and yet so profound, brought fresh tears to Jungkook's eyes.
This was what they had hoped for—that Minjun would embrace his sister, that their children
would form a bond that transcended the unusual circumstances of their family's creation.

Soha approached the bed, her own eyes suspiciously bright as she gazed at the newborn.
"She's exquisite," she said softly. "Congratulations to you both."

The genuine warmth in her voice, the absence of any hint of regret or pain, was testament to
how far they had all come. The woman who had once been Taehyung's wife, who had first
proposed the surrogacy arrangement that had changed all their lives, now stood as a beloved
extended family member, sharing in their joy without reservation.

"Would you like to hold her?" Jungkook offered, surprising even himself with how natural,
how right the gesture felt.

Soha's eyes widened slightly, clearly touched by the significance of the invitation. "I'd be
honored," she said, carefully accepting Eunhye from Taehyung's arms.
As Soha cradled their daughter, cooing softly to her while Minjun pressed against her legs to
get a better view, Jungkook felt Taehyung's hand find his once more, their fingers
intertwining.

"Our family," Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "All of it—every piece—
exactly as it should be."

The first months with Eunhye passed in a blur of midnight feedings, lullabies, and the
particular joy of watching Minjun adapt to his role as big brother. Unlike many toddlers who
might have struggled with the division of parental attention, Minjun approached his duties
with solemn dedication, bringing toys to "his baby" and attempting to comfort her when she
cried.

"He's remarkably patient with her," Soha observed one sunny afternoon as they all gathered
in the garden of Jungkook and Taehyung's home. Minjun was carefully showing his sister a
flower, though at four months old, Eunhye was more interested in trying to grab his nose than
in his botanical lessons.

"He gets that from you," Taehyung told Jungkook, who was capturing the moment with his
camera. "That innate gentleness."

"And his determination to teach her everything he knows? That's all you," Jungkook
countered with a smile, leaning into his husband's side as they watched their children
together.

Soha's partner Hyunwoo, now a comfortable addition to their extended family gatherings,
observed the siblings with amused interest. "It's remarkable to see how naturally they
interact," he noted. "As if they've always known each other."

"Blood recognizes blood," Mrs. Kim said wisely from her seat in the shade, where she and
Mr. Kim were enjoying tea. "The bond between siblings is one of life's strongest forces."

Her words carried particular weight given the journey they had all taken. From her initial
rejection of the unconventional family arrangement to her current role as a doting
grandmother to both Minjun and Eunhye, Mrs. Kim had perhaps undergone one of the most
profound transformations of anyone in their circle.

Jungkook's mother, seated beside Mrs. Kim in what had once seemed an impossible tableau,
nodded in agreement. "And the love their parents have for each other—children sense that
stability. It gives them the security to flourish."
As the afternoon progressed into evening, their garden filled with the people who had
become their chosen family—not just blood relatives, but those whose connections had been
forged through the unexpected twists of life. Jimin arrived with armfuls of presents for
Eunhye despite everyone's protests that she was too young to need more toys. Dr. Min
Yoongi made a brief appearance, having become something of a friend as well as their
physician after shepherding them through two pregnancies. Even Dr. Yoo, their family
therapist who had guided them through the most challenging transitions, joined them for the
informal celebration of Eunhye's first four months.

Watching them all interact—Taehyung deep in conversation with Hyunwoo while bouncing
Eunhye on his knee; Soha and his mother exchanging recipes; Jimin chasing Minjun through
the garden in a game of tag; the once-rigid Mr. and Mrs. Kim laughing at something Dr. Min
had said—Jungkook felt a profound sense of completion.

This was what family truly meant: not the narrow definitions society tried to impose, but the
expansive, inclusive reality they had created together through courage, compassion, and
unwavering commitment to each other's happiness.

Later that evening, after their guests had departed and both children were finally asleep,
Jungkook found Taehyung in his studio, sitting quietly at the piano. The melody he was
playing—soft, contemplative, filled with quiet joy—was immediately familiar to Jungkook.
It was the lullaby he had composed for Minjun, the piece that had unexpectedly become his
first commercially successful work and had helped bridge the gap with Taehyung's parents.

"I've been thinking," Taehyung said without turning around, clearly having sensed
Jungkook's presence. "About creating a companion piece for Eunhye. Something that
complements Minjun's lullaby but has its own distinct character, just like she does."

Jungkook moved to sit beside him on the bench, their shoulders touching as his fingers joined
Taehyung's on the keys, adding a harmonizing line to the familiar melody. "I've been working
on something," he admitted. "It's not finished yet, but..."

Together, their hands moved across the keyboard, Jungkook guiding them through the new
composition. Where Minjun's lullaby had been built around a theme of discovery and
wonder, Eunhye's held something different—a quiet confidence, a gentle strength that
resonated through the interwoven harmonies.

"It's perfect," Taehyung murmured when they reached the end of the unfinished piece. "Just
like her. Just like our family."

Jungkook leaned against his husband, drawing strength and comfort from the solid warmth of
him. "Did you ever imagine, when you and Soha first discussed finding a surrogate, that this
is where it would lead? That one business arrangement would transform all our lives so
completely?"

Taehyung was quiet for a moment, his fingers idly tracing patterns on the back of Jungkook's
hand. "No," he finally said. "How could anyone predict something so extraordinary? That the
omega who walked into that hotel meeting room would become the center of my universe.
That our children would bridge worlds and heal wounds we didn't even know existed."
"Life rarely follows the plans we make for it," Jungkook observed softly. "Sometimes, it
offers something far better than we knew to hope for."

Five Years Later

The auditorium buzzed with excitement as attendees found their seats for the Seoul
Philharmonic's special family concert. In the front row, six-year-old Minjun sat tall and proud
between his grandmothers, his dark eyes serious as he explained to five-year-old Eunhye the
importance of being quiet during the performance.

"Appa's music is very special," he informed his sister with the authority of an older sibling.
"You have to listen carefully to hear all the parts."

Eunhye, dressed in a frilly yellow dress of her own choosing, nodded solemnly, though her
feet continued to swing beneath her seat with barely contained energy. "I know," she replied
with the mild exasperation of a younger sibling who had heard the same instructions many
times before. "I'm not a baby, Minjun-oppa."

Seated beside them, Soha exchanged an amused glance with Hyunwoo, now her husband of
three years. "They're so much like their fathers," she whispered, watching as Minjun
straightened Eunhye's crooked hairbow with the same fussy attention to detail that
characterized Taehyung.

"In the best possible ways," Hyunwoo agreed, his hand resting gently on the slight swell of
Soha's stomach where their own child was growing—an unexpected but joyfully received
blessing in their lives.

As the lights dimmed, a hush fell over the audience. On stage, Jungkook appeared, elegant in
a simple black suit as he took his place at the grand piano. Beside him, Taehyung stepped up
to the conductor's podium, his presence commanding as he faced the orchestra.

The evening's program was a special one: the premiere of Jungkook's "Family Suite," a
collection of interconnected pieces that told the story of their unconventional family's
journey. What had begun years ago as simple lullabies for his children had evolved into a
fully orchestrated work that had garnered international attention for its emotional depth and
innovative structure.

As Taehyung raised his baton, his eyes met Jungkook's across the stage—a moment of
perfect understanding passing between them before the first notes filled the air. The opening
movement, titled simply "Arrangement," began with a spare, almost clinical melody that
gradually warmed and expanded, incorporating elements of tension, uncertainty, and
eventually, unexpected harmony.

In the audience, Minjun sat perfectly still, his expression one of intense concentration as he
listened to the musical story of his family's beginning. Beside him, Eunhye's restless
movements stilled, her bright eyes fixed on her fathers as they brought the composition to
life.

The suite progressed through movements that chronicled their journey—"First Steps,"
"Bridges," "Constellation" (Jungkook's tribute to Soha's grace and strength), "Harmony"
(marking Taehyung's parents' acceptance), and finally, "Full Circle," which incorporated
themes from both children's lullabies into a rich, complex tapestry that somehow managed to
convey both completion and new beginnings.

When the final notes faded into silence, there was a breathless moment before the audience
erupted into thunderous applause. On stage, Taehyung turned to acknowledge Jungkook,
extending his hand in invitation. As Jungkook rose to join him for a bow, their fingers
intertwined in the same way they had that first night in the hotel room, when an arrangement
had been proposed that would change all their lives.

In the front row, Minjun and Eunhye jumped to their feet, clapping with uninhibited
enthusiasm for their fathers. Around them, their extended family—grandparents, Soha and
Hyunwoo, Jimin and his partner, and others who had become part of their circle over the
years—rose in a wave of support and love.

"Encore!" came the call from the audience, quickly taken up by others until the request filled
the auditorium.

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow in question. With a smile, Jungkook

returned to the piano, and Taehyung stepped down from the podium to join him on the bench.
Without the orchestra, just the two of them, they began to play a piece that wasn't on the
program—a simple, intimate duet they had composed together over the years of their
marriage, adding phrases and motifs as their life together evolved.

In that moment, with music filling the air and their children watching in wonder, the journey
that had begun with a business arrangement reached its culmination—not an ending, but a
perfect synthesis of all that had come before and all that still lay ahead.

Later that night, after the children were asleep and the excitement of the successful premiere
had settled into a quiet glow of satisfaction, Jungkook and Taehyung stood together on the
balcony of their home, looking out over the sleeping city.

"I was thinking about the day we signed the surrogacy contract," Jungkook said, his head
resting against Taehyung's shoulder. "How nervous I was. How I never imagined..."

"That we'd end up here?" Taehyung finished, his arm tightening around Jungkook's waist.
"That one signature would lead to a lifetime of love?"

Jungkook nodded, turning in Taehyung's embrace to look up at the face that had become as
familiar to him as his own reflection, yet never lost its ability to take his breath away. "We
should frame it," he suggested. "The original contract. As a reminder of where we started."

Taehyung laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's forehead. "And display it next to our
marriage certificate and the children's birth certificates? A museum of official documents
charting the creation of our family?"

"Why not?" Jungkook countered with a smile. "It's all part of our story. And it's a good story,
isn't it? One worth remembering in all its complicated glory."

"The best story," Taehyung agreed, his voice softening with emotion. "And still being written,
every day."

Inside the house, the soft sounds of their sleeping children carried through the open windows
—Minjun's steady breathing, Eunhye's occasional murmurs. The future stretched before
them, full of possibilities they had yet to imagine—school performances and graduations,
first loves and inevitable heartbreaks, the thousand ordinary moments that would make up
their extraordinary life together.

"I love you," Jungkook whispered, rising on his toes to press his lips to Taehyung's. "For
everything you are, everything you've helped me become."

"And I love you," Taehyung replied, his hands cradling Jungkook's face with infinite
tenderness. "My omega, my husband, my heart. The beginning and end of all my
arrangements."

As they stood together under the stars, wrapped in each other's arms and in the life they had
built together, the distinction between what was planned and what was serendipity, between
arrangement and destiny, dissolved into something simpler and more profound: love, chosen
every day, in all its messy, beautiful, unexpected glory.

And in the quiet of the night, as one chapter of their story came to its natural conclusion, the
first notes of the next were already beginning to play.
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The End
End Notes

My Little Heartbreakers 💔🥺✨,

There’s just something so painfully beautiful about forbidden love—the stolen glances, the

😭❤️‍🔥 👀
yearning, the "we shouldn’t, but we can’t stop" tension. I love exploring emotions that are
messy, complicated, and full of heartbreak before the happiness (if there even is one ). The
more impossible the love, the more I want to write it!

But tell me, do you love the angst or are you here to suffer with me? 😈🔥💀
Lily💜
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