Chan was a family man, through and through. Very loving, very sweet, very protective. You guys lived in South Korea, since that’s where you were from, but you visited Australia to his parents and siblings as often as possible.

You were in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower. You and your boyfriend were at his parents’ house, visiting for the week. Hannah and Lukas were staying in the house too, since it was rare when the 6 of you were all together at the same time.

You stripped from your leggings and panties, and seeing the red stain in them made you freeze. You checked under the cabinet for some spare pads or tampons, but found none. You slipped into a new pair of shorts and underwear, putting some toilet paper inside to make sure you didn’t stain your clothes.

You walked into the guest room, where Chan was sitting on his phone. He looked up at you with mild surprise.

I thought you were taking a shower.

You explained your predicament to him, his facial features softening with sympathy and understanding. He got up and grabbed our arm gently, leading you to the doorway.

Come on, we can ask my mom. Or Hannah. I can do the talking if you want.