The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Ugh..."

Jangmi pressed her fingers against her lower belly, squirming under the sheets.

Unwillingly, she peeled her eyes open welcomed by blinding darkness in the room and the cool air conditioner that wasn't proving to be of any substance. The orange lampshade dwelling in the corner was the only light there but it didn't make sufficient changes for her to see enough without struggling.

She tried to train her vision in the dark but gasped when a dull ache in her lower back panged like a wound had been set free inside her body.

Biting her teeth to hold herself from making any noise, Jangmi flayed the sheets off her and sat up on the bed. She felt Seokjin's arms trying to snake around her. Like a frightened reflex, she pushed his arms away even if not roughly, with just a little determination to make it look rude.

She pleaded. "No Seokjin. Not now."

His head popped out from under the mountains of pillows like a deer affected by a curious sound.

"What's wrong?" He whispered concernfully, trying his best to open his eyes and barely squinching them. The disheveling of his hair looked like a dark cloud looming over his head.

Jangmi glanced at him guiltily; her head punctured with second thoughts. She earnestly hoped that this situation could have at least one thing to let her successfully hide this from him. They had crashed at Hoseok's place for the night. It was deliberately stupid to expect any sanitary items to be available here. There were only guys around this house, none of any help unless she asked them openly to.

"What? Tell me." He urged, his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep.

Jangmi was left with no time to sympathise with him because a sharp pain scourged her lower back, making her whimper instead.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," Jangmi blurted to hurry to rescue. "I think I'm on my monthly cycle."

Like a ghost, Seokjin's eyes came alive. He quickly sat up and brushed his tousled hair back from constraining his eyes so that he could take a better look at Jangmi's awkwardly flushed face.

"That's rough." He whispered, massaging the back of his neck. "What do you need? Tampons, pads?"

Jangmi laughed nervously, "A pad, actually. I don't think Hoseok might have anything here, though. Can I take delivery?"

"Yeah. Yeah." He nodded, reaching for his phone from under his pillow. "I can get the delivery for you. You will need a change too, won't you?"

"If it's possible then, yes please." She grinned shyly. "I can manage without that too."

That was a lie. How would she manage without a change? But damn her people-pleasing era for ruining her option to openly ask for help.

A fire had been set free in her face with nothing to extinguish it except more fire to add to it.

He stepped out of the bed, wearing the same fuzzy slippers he was wearing last night.  "Wait here. I'll get it for you."

Jangmi chuckled. He had been unimpressed with those last night but how he didn't even mind looking at his feet. The smile curling her lips faded when she remembered the way Seokjin had held her last night. He wasn't his usual self. Jangmi couldn't point at what it was that made his charm stand out. Per usual, it shouldn't have made any difference but it did.

The door closed with his departure, leaving her to deal with the untimely pain in the quaint darkness.

What could have possibly triggered her to bleed all of a sudden? Her cycles were pretty irregular so she couldn't have been prepared for this. What a mess. Only if she was like normal girls who at least had a faint idea about their dates, she could have saved herself from this embarrassment.