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periods are tough and are sometimes even worse for others.

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(Anyone who tells me this kind of periods does not happen irl, please get out of my blog. No need to flex.)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Graphic details of periods, throwing up, PCOS and endometriosis. Mentions of female anatomy. SFW. Sliightly suggestive and sliight appearance of a dom Wonwoo so MDNI.

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“God damnit, Y/n, this is the sixth time this year! It’s only been four months into the new year, and yet here we are at the hospital again.”

His agitated words, paired with gritted teeth and blazing eyes, were a testimony to just how furious he was. Furious didn’t even cut it. His hands were shaking, gripping the bed rails to stop himself from doing something stupid—like yelling at you and causing more distress.

He couldn’t understand why someone would be so stubborn as to end up in a hospital bed twice in one month. Why didn’t you understand your own body enough to take care of it? It perplexed him. You were your own worst enemy, he thought bitterly.

When he got the call that you had been hospitalized again, fear had immobilized him. His heart pounded, his hands trembled, but his feet couldn't move fast enough to get to you. Mingyu had offered to drive him, shrugging off any concerns about ruining dance practice, even with the comeback around the corner.

The nurse had explained the situation: you were found unconscious, pale as a sheet, lying limp on the tarred road. A stranger had found you and called for help—it was a miracle you’d escaped unscathed. If they had found you just a second later, you would’ve been hit by a truck speeding down the service lane.

A part of him feels sorry for you and a part of him wants to take you over his knee right now. Will spanking you rattle some sense into your thick head? How stupid were you to go out uninformed days after your surgery while you were ordered by a medical professional to stay indoors? You could have let the dust settle on your stitches, he thinks. Instead, you'd left home without informing him and run off to the studio to perfect a track that was nowhere near the deadline.

Worse, you were on your period—the third one in a single month! He wondered just how much blood you had lost recently. Looking at you, pale and eerily quiet, he knew you feared his anger.

Good, he thought. Maybe now you'd understand he wasn’t playing around. Sometimes, he felt too soft with you, and it always ended with you acting recklessly enough to send him to an early grave. Did you even realize how terrifying it was to get a call saying your partner was in the hospital again?

But seeing your downward eyes and pursed lips, he's already come down from whatever pinnacle of wrath he'd reached.

Damn you Y/N!

Not wanting to add more salt to your wounds, you were bleeding quite copiously after all. This was the third hospital gown they had put you in. He signed the discharge form and decided to take you home.

You looked miserable . You were writhing on the seat, clutching your abdomen, and he wanted nothing more than to take your pain away. All these years he'd spent with you, it never gets easier watching his s/o have to suffer this much over periods. It doesn't help that your period comes more than once a month. You were dying by the end of the last one.

There were more days in a month you were bleeding over days you weren't. That’s how nasty it was.

One arm on the steering wheel, his other hand out, he proceeds to massage your thigh softly, hoping some sense of touch would ground you. You really should begin to be a little more gentle with your body. It had only been two weeks since your kidney stone removal surgery and period pains added to those stitches, he winced internally.

It’s hard being a woman.

Suddenly, you begin to slap his hand furiously, and he swerves the car, skillfully stopping, leaping across the door, and carrying your limp body to throw up across the garden. There went the only food he’d managed to get you to eat.

He was prepared for anything by now. Jogging back to the car, he whisks out a mouthwash and some water to quench your parched throat, praying that at least this time you'll be able to keep it in.

Three doctors. It took three gynecologist appointments before they diagnosed you with endometriosis. The first gynecologist said all you had was gas. The second one had simply called it PCOS and a common thing for every other woman. Your chronic pain had worried him and taken him to a third opinion where you were diagnosed with endometriosis. You were relieved someone was taking your pains seriously. He was relieved that with the right medicines, the pain could be brought down a notch.

When he pulled up to his house, he noticed a giant stain on the bottom of your pants when you stepped out of the car. He chose not to say anything. It wasn’t your fault, after all. You were already dealing with enough.

Making up a quick lie that he needs to run to the store to get some ice cream—the only food you willfully ate—he drives away and sends off his vehicle to a car wash. The stain had spread to the seat, despite the several magazine papers you were sitting on.

Rushing to your favorite store, he bought two tubs of your favorite ice cream flavor—bubblegum and walnut chocolate. Your taste buds are pretty numb, he supposes.

He comes home to see you nowhere around the living room or bedrooms after a quick scour. His only explanation of your absence is that you were stuck in the toilet.

Quickly, before you get back, he sets up the cuddle space. Barbie movies lined up, the mini fridge plugged near the TV, stacked with your favorite ice cream, and his drink in hand, he sat patiently on the couch waiting for you to come back.

He sees your dried tear marks from this far and holds out his arms, wanting you to come in and settle between them.

“Nuh uh. Not doing this.”

You shake your head, plopping to the ground in a huge thud, shaking him too.

You refused to sit on the couch in fear of staining it. Although he’s told you a million times that it’s fine, you refused to accept his dismissal.

Well, no one was going to be comfortable on the cold hardwood floor. Pushing a throw pillow down, he sits atop it, hoisting you and dragging you to his lap, quieting your immediate protest in the terms of shaking away.

“Wonwoo, I will bleed all over your pants. Let.me.go.” You were beginning to bite his hand, but he was too quick for you, placing the said hand around your face, immobilizing you, turning your attention back to the TV.

“Y/n, just drop it. Not a big deal. You change pants, I change pants. We twin like that.” He assures you with a soft kiss on your cheek.

“No. This is not the same. I am bleeding from my goddamn vagina. All you are doing is being bled on. There’s a difference.”

Ah, right, you were irritable. He was always prepared for your mood swings on days like this.

Not wanting to stir any more chaos, he places a kiss on the crown of your head, hoping to change subjects.

Peace reigned for five minutes before you began to shift against him.

“Wonwoo, please let me go. Your pants are going to look like a crime scene arena.”

“I keep telling you, I don’t mind. I needed some color in them anyway. Oh, how about this.” He jolts you with his sudden excitement.

“You have your period underwear. I have my period pants. How about that for twinning?”

“Twinning? Wonwoo, if you so much as say ‘twinning’ in the context of periods again, I will see to it myself that you are bleeding just like me.”

“Fine by me,” his mind supplies. He gets an excuse to be a bitch too.

Although he still refuses to let go of you, you have calmed down, saved by the soft strokes against your hair he was caressing.

Quietly, he placed another kiss against your cheek, hoping you would just let go and snuggle against him. What were you so embarrassed about? As opposed to the early moments in the relationship when he blushed hearing the word menstruation, he was a pro in women’s health right now.

“I hate this, Won. It’s only April and I have had periods nine times this year. Why am I suffering this much?. I can't eat anything without catapulting it out of me, cannot sit anywhere, cannot sleep properly. I am always in a state of discomfort. I can't even fix a schedule in life because my periods are irregular."

Wonwoo’s heart aches at the sight of your tears. He gently rubs your back, trying to soothe you. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says softly, his voice steady despite the worry in his eyes. “But I am here for you aren't I? You can use me as your personal heater, your trash can hauler, late night cravings shoplifter, masseuse. Whatever you want, I am your man. 's what I am here for baby"

You shake your head, sniffling. “It’s just so unfair. I’m exhausted and in pain all the time. And you... you’re just so calm. It makes me feel like I’m overreacting.”

“You’re not overreacting,” he reassures you, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “This is real and it’s hard. But being calm is just my way of showing you that we’re in this together. I want to be your rock, your safe place. I wish I could take away the pain, but all I can do is be here for you.”

You look up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “It just feels like a never-ending cycle. I’m constantly dealing with this, and every month it’s the same thing. It’s like my body is waging war against me. Plus it sucks cause I get it more than the average woman. And I have to keep my weight in check. And I have to shave my mustache because god forbid my face was left alone for this ”

Wonwoo pulls you closer, his embrace firm and comforting. “I know it feels like that. But you’re stronger than you think. We’re working on this together, and we’re finding answers. It’s okay to be upset. It’s okay to cry. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. Plus I love you like this . I love indulging your weird cravings. You having facial hair means we get to shave together every night. More twinning. Shit’s romantic babe ”

You lean into him, finding solace in his warmth. “Sometimes, I just want to give up.”

“And sometimes,” he says gently, “when you feel like giving up, that’s when you need me the most. We’ll face it all together. And I promise, no matter how many times you have to go through this, I’ll be right here beside you.

“Alright shut up. Stop being a sap. Turn it off.”

You hated mushy talks. You’d rather drink acid than talk about feelings.

He shrugs. At least you made it this far.

“Now, shall we get to eating some disgusting shit?”

‘Hey bubblegum ice cream is not shit”. You proceed to swat him on the arm, causing him to wince and let out a fake cry. 

You swat the other arm to make it even.

Fair enough.

“And Y/N?” He hovers his mouth over your ear, causing you to shiver slightly, his voice had dropped mysteriously low.

“Next time you leave this house against the doctors orders and my specific instructions, I won’t be this nice. Think twice baby”. You gulp. Fuck.

A.N: This is more for me than for you. But if you have PCOS, this is for you. I pray every woman who goes through pain like this, gets to have a man like Wonwoo. Also about the having periods thrice a month- based off my life! There were days in a month I was bleeding over day's I wasn't. Solely responsible for the sanitary pad consumerism. Plus I used to be bed ridden. I will never wish this pain on my worst enemy. Reach out to me, I wanna know how y'all suffer through this.

The pics are sourced from @tomodachiii and @chanranghaeys 's gallery. I am starting a GoFundMe for their phone storage. I thank you girls for your contribution to the Feed The Carats Association.

Tagging my forever favorite - @skzbangchanniee