Their house always smelled faintly of vanilla and roses, and Jungkook loved that about it. He loved a lot of things here—quiet dinners, the gentle warmth of home, the comfort of a real family. But most of all, he loved her.

Taehyung.

She wasn’t his wife. She was his mother-in-law. Forty years old, yet looking as if time had slowed down only for her. Skin like milk, lips too plump and pink to ignore, curves so sinful that no tight dress or low-cut blouse could hide them.

And she was kind. Always soft-spoken, always smiling at him with that motherly warmth. But Jungkook… he couldn’t help it. His heart—and his lust—leaned more toward her than toward Hana, the woman he’d actually married.

He had never told anyone. Not even Hana. Especially not Taehyung.

Jungkook had wanted children almost as soon as he and Hana got married. He’d dreamt of a little boy running into his arms, a little girl with his eyes. But Hana would wrinkle her nose every time the topic came up.

“I’m only twenty, Jungkook,” she would say, flipping her hair in the mirror while applying yet another expensive cream. “I can’t ruin my body with pregnancy right now. Do you know how much work I put into this waist? These breasts?”

He’d bite back his frustration, because arguing with her never worked. Hana loved herself too much to give up her figure for a baby.

One evening, after weeks of the same circular arguments, Jungkook finally sighed at the dinner table.

“If you don’t want to carry, Hana, there are other options. We could look into surrogacy.”

Hana’s fork clattered against her plate.

“Surrogacy?” she repeated, scandalized. “You mean another woman carrying our child? Absolutely not. People will gossip, they’ll say I’m weak, that I couldn’t even give my husband a baby.”

Jungkook rubbed his temples.

“Hana, it doesn’t matter what people say. I just want a child. I don’t care how it comes into the world.”

Her jaw tightened. She didn’t answer right away. But later that night, while lying in bed scrolling through her phone, Hana suddenly turned to him with a sly little smile.

“Actually… maybe I wouldn’t mind. But only if…”

“If what?” Jungkook asked, wary.

Her grin widened.

“If my mother is the surrogate.”

Jungkook froze. For a moment he thought he misheard.

“Your… your mother?”

“Yes.” Hana sat up, animated now. “Think about it. She’s healthy, she’s strong. She’s not old, she’s barely forty. Everyone knows she still looks like she’s in her twenties. No one would ever suspect. And at least this way, it stays in the family. I don’t want some random woman carrying my baby.”

Jungkook’s heart began to race—not with shock, but with something darker, deeper, that he couldn’t admit out loud. Taehyung… pregnant with his child? Her already full breasts swelling even more, her soft belly rounding as life grew inside her…

He swallowed hard.

“Hana, do you think she’d even agree to something like that?”

Hana smirked.

“Of course she would. She’s too kind. She always sacrifices for me. If I tell her this is what I want, she won’t say no.”

The next day, they sat in the living room with Taehyung. She wore a pale pink blouse that dipped low at the neckline, her hair falling loose around her shoulders. She looked relaxed, content—until Hana dropped the bomb.

“Mom,” Hana said casually, crossing her legs. “Jungkook and I were talking last night. He wants a baby badly. I don’t want to get pregnant right now, so… we thought maybe you could be our surrogate.”

The color drained from Taehyung’s face. She blinked once, twice, then looked from her daughter to her son-in-law.

“M-Me?”

Jungkook’s throat went dry. He couldn’t look away from her wide eyes, her parted lips.

“Yes, you,” Hana said firmly, as if it were obvious. “It’s the perfect solution. You’d just be carrying, Mom, not raising. We’d handle everything. You’ve always wanted to help me, right?”

Taehyung let out a shaky laugh.

“Hana, that’s… that’s not a small favor. It’s a huge responsibility. You’re asking me to… to carry a child for you?”

“For us,” Hana corrected, tossing her hair. “You always say family comes first. This is your chance to prove it.”

Jungkook finally spoke, his voice low and careful.

“Taehyung… only if you’re comfortable. I would never force this on you. But… it would mean the world to me.”

The way he said her name—soft, reverent—made her chest tighten. She looked at him, at the earnestness in his dark eyes, and then back at her daughter, who was already scrolling on her phone as if the matter were settled.

Taehyung’s hands trembled in her lap. She had always sacrificed for Hana. Always put her daughter first. Could she really say no now?

After a long silence, she whispered,

“If… if this is what you both truly want… then… yes. I’ll do it.”

Jungkook’s heart pounded. Hana smiled triumphantly.

And Taehyung sat there, stunned at the path she had just agreed to walk—a path that would bind her to her son-in-law in ways she never imagined.