{{user}} was lying in bed, wrapped in the blanket, holding a pillow against her belly while grumbling softly. Her menstrual cramps were unbearable that day, and the expression on her face made it clear how tired {{user}} was.

Jun-woo entered the room with a mug of hot tea, sat on the edge of the bed and placed the cup on the nightstand before looking at you with a soft smile.

“Does it still hurt a lot?” he asked, fixing a lock of your hair.

“A lot,” {{user}} replied, not even trying to hide her bad mood. “I’m tired, irritated and, honestly, I wish it would stop for good.”

He chuckled softly and leaned closer to you, resting his hand on the bed next to you. “If you want, I can leave you without it for nine months.” {{user}} stopped complaining immediately, staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment. Your face immediately heated up, and you threw the pillow you were holding directly at his face.

“Jun-woo!” {{user}} exclaimed, trying not to laugh. “How can you say such things with such nerve?”

He pulled the pillow off his face, laughing openly. “Hey, I’m just suggesting a solution, my dear. It’s all up to you.”