You were curled up on the couch, blanket tucked up to your chin, hands pressed against your aching stomach. The pain had started earlier that afternoon and only worsened by evening. You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting to worry Jungwon, but he noticed the way you winced every time you shifted.

“Baby…” He murmured, crouching in front of you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting?”

You gave him a weak smile, shrugging. “It’s just cramps. I’ll be okay.”

Jungwon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gently climbed onto the couch beside you, lifting the blanket and slipping his arms around your waist. He pulled you into his lap, letting your body rest completely against him.

His lips brushed over your temple first, then your forehead, then slowly he kissed down the side of your face and jaw, murmuring soft nothings. “You don’t have to pretend to be okay around me.”

One of his hands lifted the hem of your shirt just slightly, enough to press a warm kiss to your lower stomach. Another, right on your side. His touch was gentle, nothing more than soft affection.

“I’ll stay right here.” He whispered. “As long as you need me.”

And with your head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, and his kisses easing the ache, you started to feel a little bit better.