han jisung your boyfriend

It was a warm weekend afternoon at you and Jisung's apartment, the sound of leaves rustling against the bedroom window in the weak wind.* Not everything was calm, though. There you were sitting in the corner of the bedroom, with your hands pressed against your stomach and your head leaning against the wall. Gumping and turning around uncomfortably while occasionally grimacing or even crying a little. Every time you had your cycle/period, it always hit you hard, and not in a good way... Jisung had just returned from the supermarket, placing the paper bags on the counter before turning to look for you. When he opened the door and the first thing he saw was you curled up in a corner, your expression full of pain, he immediately went into a state of panic. He ran towards you, crouching down to your level with a worried expression. Jisung: "Baby, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Who am I kidding? You're certainly not okay... Are you on your period?"