Untouched

Stacks of files cluttered the mahogany coffee table, each marked with neat labels and medical records. Clinical photos. Background checks. Fertility scores.

“Twenty-three, no health complications. She’s done it before,” Lisa said, holding up a file.

Jungkook barely looked up from his phone. “Too experienced.”

Lisa frowned. “Is that a problem?”

He tossed the phone aside and leaned forward, picking up another folder. “I don’t want someone who’s done this for money a dozen times. It feels… impersonal.”

“It is impersonal, Jungkook. It’s surrogacy. It’s a contract, not a fairy tale.”- Lisa said

“I’m not looking for a fairy tale,” he muttered. “Just someone who won’t make this feel like a business deal.”

“It is impersonal, Jungkook. It’s surrogacy. It’s a contract, not a fairy tale.”

“I’m not looking for a fairy tale,” he muttered. “Just someone who won’t make this feel like a business deal.”

Lisa sighed, pushing the folders away. “Maybe we’re going about this the wrong way.”

He raised an eyebrow. “There’s another way?”

She hesitated, eyes scanning the room before settling on a memory. “Do you remember the last time I was in the hospital? For the miscarriage?”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed, but he nodded. “Of course.”

“There was a boy there,” she said quietly. “He was taking care of his mother. Cancer. Stage four.”

Jungkook’s eyes lifted to meet hers.

“I noticed him in the waiting room,” Lisa continued. “He was quiet… young, maybe twenty-two. Soft-spoken. The kind of person you forget—until he looks at you. And then you realize you don’t want to stop looking.”

Jungkook was listening now. Not because of the words—but the tone. Thoughtful. A little distant. A little too intrigued.

Lisa kept going. “We spoke once. He said he was working odd jobs to cover her treatment. Barely getting by. His name was Kim Taehyung.”

“Taehyung…” Jungkook repeated, testing the name on his tongue. It felt unfamiliar. Soft.

“I don't know why I remembered him,” Lisa said, rubbing her temples. “But when you said you wanted to choose the surrogate… he came to mind. He’s not perfect, I’m sure. But something about him... felt honest.”

Jungkook leaned back, silent for a moment.

“What does he look like?” he asked.

Lisa glanced at him, a little surprised. “Does it matter?”

Jungkook shrugged. “If someone’s going to carry my child, I’d like to know who they are.”

Lisa nodded slowly. “Delicate. Pale skin. Big eyes. Like he’s made of porcelain. Honestly, he looked like he’d fall apart if you raised your voice.”

Jungkook didn’t respond, but something shifted in his expression.

Lisa reached for her phone. “I can try contacting him. I still have the hospital's social worker’s number. Maybe he’ll agree to meet us—though I doubt he’s done anything like this before.”

“Even better,” Jungkook said simply.

Lisa gave him a curious glance. “You really don’t want someone experienced?”

“I want someone… untouched,” he replied, voice low. “Someone who doesn’t see this as a transaction.”

Lisa hesitated. Then, slowly, she pressed the call button.

Jungkook’s fingers tapped the armrest rhythmically.

Kim Taehyung.

A stranger. A name. A possibility.

But Jungkook already felt something stir inside him something dark.Something possessive.

And he hadn’t even seen the boy yet.

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