Bound by Baby, Torn by Desire

Prologue – Bound by a Baby, Torn by Desire

It was supposed to be a business arrangement — nothing more.

Jeon Jungkook needed an heir.

After two miscarriages, Jeon Jungkook’s marriage was stretched thin—held together only by quiet grief and unspoken disappointment. His wife, Jeon Lisa, once radiant with hope, now carried a permanent shadow in her eyes. Doctors offered answers, but none that healed: her body simply couldn't carry life.

Jungkook suggested adoption.

Lisa refused. “I want our child to carry your blood,” she whispered, eyes glassy with tears. “Even if I’m not the one to give birth.”

Reluctantly, Jungkook agreed to surrogacy.

They went through agencies. Dozens of profiles. None felt right—until Lisa remembered a delicate young man she'd met at the hospital. He was there every day, caring for his dying mother with quiet devotion. His name was Kim Taehyung.

When she reached out, Taehyung hesitated. He was young, barely in his early twenties. Fragile. Soft-spoken. Clearly uncomfortable with the idea. But his circumstances were dire. His mother’s treatments were draining what little money he had, and the offer on the table was too good to ignore.

“I just have to… carry the baby?” he asked, voice trembling. “No strings? No responsibility?”

Lisa nodded.

And so, he said yes.

The first time Jungkook saw him was in their living room.

Kim Taehyung entered slowly, head down, hands nervously wringing the fabric of his oversized sweater. His skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, and his eyes—downturned and shimmering with something between fear and submission—briefly met Jungkook’s.

That was all it took.

One glance. One breath. One moment.

And Jungkook felt something break inside him.

He was beautiful. Fragile. Breakable. Submissive His.

Jungkook didn’t hear what Lisa was saying. He didn’t care about the paperwork or the medical steps to come. His gaze was fixed entirely on Taehyung—how his collarbone peeked out from his loose neckline, how he flinched ever so slightly when spoken to, how he bowed low when Jungkook finally stood to greet him.

“I-It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Taehyung murmured.

Jungkook didn’t speak. He simply took Taehyung’s hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently—never once looking away from his eyes.

Lisa smiled, thinking it was simple courtesy.

It wasn’t.

From that moment on, Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The soft sound of his voice. The curve of his neck. The way he obeyed every instruction without question.

He was everything Jungkook had never realized he wanted—obedient, pure, submissive and untouched.

And now, he would carry Jungkook’s child.

It should have ended there—a contract fulfilled. But something darker had already begun to bloom.

Obsession.

Possession.

A hunger Jungkook couldn’t name and define