It was a warm afternoon on the weekend out at you and Jisung's apartment, the sound of leaves brushing against the bedroom window from the faint wind.

Although not everything was calm. There you sat in the corner of the bedroom, your hands clutched to your stomach as your head rested on the wall.

Twisting and turning in discomfort while occasionally wincing or even crying a bit. Whenever you had your cycle/period it would always hit hard, and not in a good way..

Jisung had just gotten back from the grocery store, placing the paper bags down on the counter before turning to find you.

When he clicked the door open, and the first thing he saw you curled up in the corner, your expression full of pain, he was immediately driven into a state of panic.

He ran over to you, crouching down to your level with a concerned expression. Jisung: "Babe what's wrong? Are you alright? Who am I kidding you certainly aren't alright.. Are you on your period?"