Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Boyfriend Of The Year

Ow. Oh my God, it hurts. What the fuck?!

I bolted up on the bed, pressing my hands onto my abdomen. I didn't know why it hurt so much, it felt like cramps. Wait. What's today?! I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and checked the date. The 17th?!

I immediately ran out of my room and went inside the bathroom, not caring if the slam of the white, wooden door woke up the guys from their deep slumber.

After a dreadful piss, I wiped myself, seeing a lot of red. Like. A lot. Fuck me! I solved the mystery of the mysterious cramps.

My. Fucking. Period.

The worst part of it? I'm in the bathroom, with no pads or anything. I can't call Eunjae because she's at the cabin on the mountains with her family and I'll stain myself if I leave the damn toilet. What do I do? I wanted to kill myself in that moment. I sat there on the porcelain bowl, wallowing in self pity as I thought of all the possible ways to get out the "sticky" situation. No pun intended.

Wait. That's why I was so damn horny! I messed up my hair in embarrassment, thinking back to all the things I did. That's so embarrassing! Fuck man, I can't even...

"Babe?"

I rose my head up in happiness, finally feeling hopeful, "Jungkook?!" I whispered loud enough for him to hear me. "Yeah," he answered, "are you okay? I heard the door slam." "No I'm not," I began to feel frustrated, "something happened..."

"What happened?" He asked, concerned with my well-being. "I got my..." I tried to make my voice as small as possible, "period." "You're what?" He asked, "I can't hear you." Oh my goodness Babe. I wobbled my way to the door and opened the door slightly. Big mistake.

I hate you so much right now. He was shirtless with sweats hanging on his hips, the rim of his branded underwear showing. His hair was messy and his whole aura screamed sexy. Since I get more hormonal and turned on when on my period, he wasn't helping. Even though his purpose was to help me. The irony.

"I got my period." 

He giggled, "Oh. Babe, I know they are dreadful, but you have to go through with it," he booped my nose lightly with his finger, "I'll get you whatever you want."  Please don't make me marry you on the spot. Because I will. "I meant I don't have anything! I need to restock," I said impatiently, "do you understand?" He nodded, "Yeah, loud and clear."

"Okay, go take a nice, long shower and I'll be back in 20 minutes," he told me. I nodded quietly and he smiled, telling me to lock the door.

He's so precious.

Jungkook POV

I'm fucked.

I only have an older brother, which I haven't talked to since forever, so I have no idea what to get her. As I was thinking of who to ask, Namjoon came out of the room, yawning. "Why are you staring at me?" He questioned, looking at me strangely. I walked towards him and whispered, "I need your help."

"With what?" He responded, combing his hair with his fingers. "I need to buy pads. Or tampons? I don't know, that's why I need your help," I answered, but he seemed perplexed. "Um, Jungkook...why? You're a dude. Are you being a weirdo?" "Not for me! For Y/N!" I whispered, "for a guy with a genius IQ, you're really dumb sometimes." "You're one to talk. What did you graduate high school with? Like a 1.4 GPA?" He retorted, rolling his eyes.

I sighed deeply, "Please. Just help me get the stuff for her." "Fine, just let me change," he gave me a once-over, "you should do the same." I looked down to see my exposed torso, "Oh, yeah..."