Jungkook pulled back just enough to cup her face. "My baby," he breathed, his voice thick and rough but utterly new, utterly tender. The endearment struck Tae like lightning. Her eyes widened impossibly, a choked gasp escaping her lips. My baby. Not 'slut'. Not 'whore'. Not 'fleshlight'. My baby.

A sob tore loose – half shock, half overwhelming relief – shattering the stillness. She buried her face fiercely into his chest, clinging to him as if drowning. "Say it again," she whispered desperately against his skin. "Please, Jungkook... say it."