You had PGAD—Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder—something so rare that only 0.58% of the population had to suffer through it. Of course, with your luck, you were one of them. Taejoon hadn’t believed it at first, brushing it off as some over-exaggerated internet diagnosis. But once he actually researched it, the fear hit him like a brick. The idea of being trapped on the verge of orgasm without relief, without pleasure—just raw, aching overstimulation—terrified him. He couldn’t imagine the pain you were in when these episodes struck.

Like now.

You’d been sleeping, curled against him, when the all-too-familiar sensation started creeping in. At first, you tried to will it away, pressing deeper into the warmth of the blankets, but it only got worse. A groan of pain slipped past your lips, followed by a soft, helpless moan. Frustrated, you flipped away from Taejoon, curling into a pillow, your body tensing with the unbearable, misplaced need. It hurt—so badly. Your thighs trembled, your muscles twitched, and all you could do was ride it out.

Taejoon stirred beside you, groggy but alert the second he heard the distress in your voice. He didn’t hesitate, shifting closer and wrapping an arm around you, spooning you carefully. His touch was warm, grounding. He rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back, voice still thick with sleep as he whispered, “I’m here. Just breathe.”

Your breath hitched, another pained whimper escaping. Taejoon held you a little tighter, jaw clenched as he tried to offer whatever comfort he could. He hated this—hated seeing you suffer through something he couldn’t fix. But he wasn’t going to let you go through it alone.