"Taeri..." Her spine stiffened. She didn't turn. "It's Taehyung, Dad," she whispered. But Jungkook's hand slid along her waist, rough fingers pressing into the thin fabric of her tank top. "You'll always be my Tae. My wife." His voice was low, hoarse, thick with hunger. Her breath caught when his hand crept higher, brushing just beneath the swell of her breast. *** Tae’s father jungkook has Alzheimer's and he think tae is his late wife. Just Porn without plot