Tae’s morning was always slow, quiet, and soft.

She stood in her big kitchen, sunlight falling on her pale white skin. Her long hair was tied up lazily, and her loose tank top clung to her big lactating breasts. She didn’t bother hiding them — she lived alone, she liked comfort and she looked too beautiful to be 39.

Her pink lips curved into a small smile as she poured her tea.

“Peaceful morning again,” she whispered to herself.

Tae loved peace.

She loved silence.

She loved her solo life — just her, her comfy bed, her plants, her clothes, and the few drops of milk that always leaked whenever she relaxed.

Her phone vibrated on the counter.

A picture of her grandson popped up — little Jeongguk, tiny, round, with big eyes exactly like his father, Jungkook.

Tae instantly smiled wide.

“Aigoo… my pretty baby,” she whispered. “Grandma misses you.”

She saved the picture instantly and kissed the screen.

⸻

On the other side of the city, Jungkook carried tiny Ggukie in his arms while walking around the living room. He still wore his formal white shirt from work, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, hair messy.

“Baby, please sleep,” he begged softly.

Ggukie cried louder.

Somi sat on the couch scrolling her phone, not even looking up.

“Somi… can you hold him for a bit?” Jungkook asked.

Her expression didn’t change.

Her voice was flat, bored.

“I’m tired, Kook. I didn’t sleep well.”

“You didn’t sleep well?” Jungkook repeated. “I was the one holding him all night.”

Somi sighed dramatically and stood up.

“Fine, give him.”

Jungkook placed the crying baby in her arms.

Somi held him like he was a bag of groceries.

“Shhh,” she said softly, but her eyes returned immediately to her phone.

Ggukie cried even more.

Jungkook’s chest tightened. He stepped forward.

“Somi… he’s scared. Please look at him.”

She looked annoyed.

“He only stops crying with you, okay? What can I do?”

Jungkook gently took the baby back.

Ggukie stopped crying the moment he felt his father’s chest.

Somi watched the scene, expression cold.

“See? He only wants you.”

Jungkook kissed his baby’s forehead.

“He’s our son,” he said quietly. “Not mine alone.”

Somi shrugged.

“I need a break. I’m going out.”

Jungkook looked at her, confused.

“Out? Where?”

“Just out!” she snapped. “Don’t control me!”

She grabbed her purse and stormed out.

The door slammed behind her.

Jungkook stared at the door, heart sinking.

He held his son tighter.

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here,” he whispered into Ggukie’s hair.

⸻

Tae was sitting on her sofa, wearing a thin crop top and short shorts because it was warm. Her big breasts rested softly as she leaned back. She was scrolling pictures of Ggukie when her phone suddenly rang.

“Hello?” she answered.

It was Jungkook.

“Tae… can I come over?” His voice sounded tired, shaky.

Tae sat up immediately.

“Kook? What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I just… I need someone to talk to.”

“Come,” she said instantly. “Right now. Bring Ggukie too.”

“Okay… thank you.”

Tae’s heart tightened.

Jungkook never asked for help unless something was really wrong.

⸻

Tae opened the door even before the bell rang.

“Kook-ah… oh god, you look exhausted.”

Jungkook stood there holding the baby carrier, dark circles under his eyes, shirt wrinkled.

“Tae-ssi… I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she said gently. “Come inside.”

He walked in slowly. Tae immediately took the baby carrier from him.

“Let grandma see my angel,” she whispered.

She lifted little Ggukie into her arms. Her breasts instantly responded — a small drop of milk leaked through her crop top. She ignored it and hugged the baby close.

“My baby is so soft today,” she cooed, kissing his cheek.

Jungkook watched her with tired eyes.

“You’re the only one he smiles at besides me.”

Tae laughed softly.

“Of course. He loves grandma.”

Ggukie giggled in her arms.

Tae looked up at Jungkook.

“Now tell me… what happened?”

He sat down heavily on the couch.

“Somi… she’s distant. She barely touches the baby. She’s gone most of the day. I thought she would change but…”

His voice cracked.

Tae’s eyes softened.

“Kook-ah… don’t cry,” she said gently, sitting beside him with the baby.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he whispered.

“You’re doing everything,” Tae said. “You work, you take care of the baby, you take care of the house… anyone would collapse.”

He rubbed his face with his hands.

“I just want my family to be normal.”

Tae placed her hand on his shoulder.

“You have me too, okay? You’re not alone.”

He looked up at her with grateful eyes.

“Thank you, Tae-ssi.”

Ggukie suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s finger with his tiny hand, and Jungkook smiled weakly.

“For him… I’ll endure anything.”

Tae felt her heart ache for him.

This young man… only 28… carrying the weight of everything by himself.

⸻

Jungkook’s phone buzzed.

He checked it.

Then he froze.

Tae saw his face turn white.

“Kook? What is it?”

He handed her his phone with shaking hands.

A message from Somi.

“I’m leaving. Don’t look for me. I’m with someone I actually love.”

Tae’s eyes widened.

“What… what is this?”

There was another message.

“Take care of the baby. I can’t do this life.”

Jungkook’s body started trembling.

“She left,” he whispered. “She really… left us.”

Tae stood up in shock.

“No… no, Somi wouldn’t— she wouldn’t leave her baby.”

But the truth was right there.

Jungkook leaned back, tears falling silently.

“She chose someone else, Tae-ssi. She didn’t even say goodbye to her son.”

Tae covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes.

“My daughter… my Somi…” she whispered, heartbroken. “How could she do this?”

Ggukie started crying, sensing the tension.

Tae quickly took him and held him tight against her chest, rocking him softly.

“It’s okay baby, grandma is here,” she whispered shakily.

Jungkook looked at them — Tae with the baby in her arms, nursing him with soft movements, her milk leaking slowly through her top, her eyes full of love.

She looked more like Ggukie’s real mother than Somi ever did.

He wiped his tears and whispered,

“Tae-ssi… what am I supposed to do now?”

Tae looked at him with soft, trembling eyes.

“You stay with me,” she said. “You and Ggukie… both of you come live with me.”

Jungkook blinked.

“Tae-ssi… are you sure?”

She nodded firmly, tears falling.

“You’re family. And I won’t let you suffer alone. Bring Ggukie here. Let me take care of him… and you.”

Jungkook broke down again, covering his face, voice cracking.

“Thank you…”

Tae reached out and placed her hand over his, squeezing softly.

“You’re not alone anymore, Kook-ah,” she whispered. “I’m here. I will take care of both my boys.”

Ggukie cooed gently in her arms, completely unaware of the storm around him.

And just like that…

their lives tied together from that night onward.