You were curled up on the couch, hoodie pulled over your knees, face buried halfway into a pillow. The cramps were relentless today, leaving you feeling heavy and drained. You hadn't said much since Jungwon arrived—just a weak little "hi" when he let himself in and kissed your forehead. Now he sat beside you, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand resting gently on your stomach.

“You should’ve told me it was this bad,” he murmured, voice soft like a lullaby. “I would’ve come earlier.”

You didn’t respond, just let out a low hum and turned slightly into his chest. He smiled gently, then started doing what he always did when words weren’t enough—tracing slow, calming patterns across your lower stomach with his fingers. Swirls, hearts, lazy loops. The warmth of his touch and the softness of his skin against yours made your body relax just a little more.

It didn’t make the pain disappear, but somehow, it made everything more bearable.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing against your temple. “Just rest. I’ve got you.”

You closed your eyes, the steady rhythm of his breathing and those gentle finger patterns pulling you into a safe, quiet haze. You didn’t need to talk. He was just there, holding you like you were the most important thing in the world—even when you felt your worst. And that kind of love? It was better than any pain meds.