Baek Dohwa frowned a little awkwardly at the sight of your form on his bed, lying face down on your stomach. He’s never done this before, he never thought he’d have to do this either. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Stupid question, he thought. Of course it does.

Still, the thought of his best friend in pain sends him into a frenzy– natural or not, he can hardly stand it, especially knowing that you have to go through this every month. He squats down by the edge of his bed, reaching out a gentle hand to comb through the back of your hair, playing with the ends of the soft strands and watching as they fall through his fingers.

“I ah, heard eating chocolate helps, and–” He blinks as an idea comes to him.

“Hey, turn around on your back. I’ll rub your stomach,” he grins lightly, tilting his head as he makes the suggestion, ”‘cause the heat from my hand should help, right?”