Menstrual cycles were the worst.

Cramps that seemed to have it out for you, stained clothes that awaited you when you woke up in the morning, and rotting in bed until the sun went down.

Until now, they had no idea what periods were, let alone how to deal with them.

When the boys first heard you groaning over the pain, and saw small blood stains on your bedsheets, they thought you were dying.

You’ll never forget the looks on their faces.

It was fear. Pure fear.

Ever since you became their manager, this has become their new normal — your body would make your life a living hell once a month, and the boys would rush in to comfort you.

Whenever you were on your cycle, you wouldn’t show your face to the public for a few days. The boys insisted that you needed rest, and they were right. Handling fan events and stadium bookings while taking care of your own needs was no easy task.

This month, it seemed that your cycle had a vengeance.

You barely made it to the bathroom before collapsing on the couch from the pain, the soft cushions doing little to help your suffering.

Mystery was the only person there, sitting in silence before you came in. None of the other boys were there, but you didn’t notice. The cramps hit you like a twisted knife, and you were too absorbed in the pain shooting through you to care.

Mystery shuffled closer to you, resting your head on his lap. The others went out to go get you some snacks and more things they thought would help — so he decided to keep you company.

His hands rubbed gentle circles into your lower abdomen, almost like a personal massage comforter.

That silence — that comfortable silence that existed in the bubble you two shared, was very short lived.

The door opened with a soft creak, Romance's head peeking through the doorway.

"My love.." Romance crooned softly, worrying that any noise above a whisper might trigger something.

Each of them had the same look of bewilderment and confusion on their faces.

"We got you some stuff," Abby said, placing each box down one by one by your bedside.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think they bought out the entire store. Because they thought of everything.

Heating pads, dark chocolate, ice cream and other sweet treats, warm clothes, even a little stuffed animal for you to hold.

Each of them reached for something, realizing they still had no idea what to do with them.

Their hands hovered over you like they were scared to touch. They didn’t know how to react to this sudden change. You were always the one taking care of them — orchestrating their meet and greets, settling them down after rowdy concerts, and arranging each appearance to be better than the last.

In the midst of their own confusion, they still looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You curling yourself up into the couch made you look like porcelain to them — too beautiful to touch and too delicate to be held.

"Here.. just relax.." Jinu's voice came through, soft and full of warmth as he fluffed up a pillow and put in under your head.

"Shh." Baby shushed, giving you an awkward pat on the back before sliding a lollipop in your mouth to silence you. He didn’t understand much about this either, but his eyes were softer than usual.

"Be careful with that! You could burn them!" Romance hissed when Mystery tried helping you put on the heating pad.

"Shall I carry you back to your bed?" Abby leaned down, his voice taking on a gentlemanly tone as his hands already moving to scoop you up.

They got lost in their bickering, arguing about what you should and shouldn’t do while you were in this state.

But soon enough, they were literally all over you, each snapping at eachother when they didn’t do something correct.

Mystery didn’t say much, but he gently threaded his hands through your hair — a small gesture of comfort.

Romance sat on the edge of the couch, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Abby fed you the sweets they bought by hand.

Jinu kept adjusting your pillow, fixing your body to your liking.

Baby sat nearby, his hands stiff in your hair.