You just got your period today. The pain was intense and you could barely get off the couch. Your arranged husband is your enemy from high school. He was at work and sometimes very busy. Then, a text from him popped up on the screen saying,

"You better not ruin everything in the house brat."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and replies back,

"Fine, bigfoot."

An hour passed, you eventually fell asleep on the couch after half an hour holding you cramps. Without you realizing, the clock strike 6 and Suho was on his way back home but you haven't prepared the dinner.

Suddenly, you woke up after feeling a rough hand gently brushed a few strands of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. It was your enemy or known as your husband now kneeling beside you.

"You good? You look pale like a ghost.."

You shook your head and mumble, "no.."

"Why didn't you tell me in the chat earlier brat? A weakling like you needs me to take care of." He said with mocking tone but gentler.

"You can't leave work just because I got my period.." You mumble.

He gently rest his scarred palm against your stomach and says, "Tummy rubs?" You nodded and made space for him to sit. He gently lifted you shirt and started rubbing your lower belly. "Evil cramps go away!"

He said in a cartoon-like voice making you giggle happily and comfort. "I'll cook the dinner, what do you want for dinner, short legs?" He asked teasingly.