He was cuddling me, sleeping soundly. How could he just sleep? My hands wrapped themselves around his torso and my head snuggled in his chest, there was warmth.

There's this weird feeling in my stomach and an unreasoned wet- Wait. I am on my period!

I gently got rid of his grip. His forehead creased a bit in sleep, so I kissed it and the lines eased. I smiled at the effect and rushed to the washroom.

Please no no no no no- Fuck! Now what?

He won't be having pads with him. My elbows jammed on my thighs and my head buried in my palms. I don't even know how to call him, I don't have a phone.

Let's just stay here till morning. No! My legs will die this way.

"Yoongi," I mumbled. What am I doing? I don't think this voice would have transgressed even the washroom.

"Yoon-" Ahh I cannot do this. I hate my life.

I inhaled deeply, "YOONGI!" I yelled. No response. Is he in coma?

"YOONGI!! MIN YOONGI, LISTEN YOU IDIOT!" I yelled.

"Yoongi Boongi~" I started rhyming, my head resting on my palm, "Yoongi~ The love of my life~ Is there any wayyyyy that I can staaaayyy in your armmsss ~"

"What the fucking hell? Why are you singing at two in the morning! That too in the washroom?" A sleepy voice seeped into my ear, the volume made it clear that he was still in bed.

Finally. Music is the language of soul, you see.

"Yoon, I am hurting," I yelled.

"What?" There was a knock on the door, "What happened? Are you fine?"

I pressed my lips to suppress my laugh, "I am bleeding alot. I don't know what to do."

He was banging the door at an intensity now, "Open the door! What happened?"

"Yoon," I faked a whimper, "There's a lot of blood, I am scared."

"Blood? Open the damned door dammit! You're making me scared-"

"I am on my period," I let out.

"What?" His voice hushed for a second, "I'LL SLIT YOUR KNEE CAPS AND SHIP YOU TO ANTARCTICA STUPID WALNUT!"

I laughed out hysterically, not a great thing to do when you need someone's help.

"Yoongi, get me sanitary pads, please," I requested.

"No. Sit there, if you want I can pass you some games to time pass."

"Oh please," I requested, "My legs are already hurting. Be a good boyfriend, and bring it."

"I would have if my girlfriend wouldn't have scared the shit out of me at fucking two in the morn. She deserves some praise, duh," he scoffed.

I sighed. "You know you're the best! Like, how did god made someone so good? I am so damn lucky man-"

"Okay. I'll just come in back in a few minutes, the store isn't far. Stop with the flattery!"

"Thanks, the bestest boyfriend in the universe" I praised.

"I know."

I head footsteps moving away. What if aliens come down and take me now?

I pondered over literally everything- like ice skating is just walking in cursive, sheet music is basically a sound recipe and bathtubs are just reverse boats.

And I don't know what was so dysphoric in this that I was crying so badly. Tears streaming down my cheeks as if I was dying the other moment.

"I love you Yoongi," I wailed and wiped off my cheeks.

I could not impede the flow of my tears so, for the first time in my life I didn't try to. I let them fall down effortlessly like rain making my face devastated as a flood hit plain.

"Life is so treacherous," I complained, "Thank you Minho for bringing me clothes..."

My eyes drifted to my underwear settled on my thighs, the flowers kind of intrigued me.

Why are women underwears having this floral pattern. I don't like them.

Maybe in the loving memory of the faces buried here.

I laughed abruptly, still crying. This is what they call... Mood swings.

I heard footsteps again. Well that was fast. Did he had it by himself? Why would he? Does he have another woman? Yoongi you're so dead.

He knocked the door, "here," he panted. Oh! He is panting, he must have ran his way here. What a gentleman!

I opened the door a little, just my hand moving out and he handed me the packet - 100 pads! What the fuck? Does he think I let out Niagara falls?

Anyhow, I did the required, washed my hands and face. I winked at my reflection in the mirror because it's too sexy to ignore.

I opened the door and he was sitting on the bed, cutely waiting.

"Why didn't you sleep?" I asked and I wanted to hear 'Waiting for you.'

"I wanted my thank you," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks Min Yoongi," I said, emphasizing on each word, almost like mocking.

He grinned, laying down on the bed and opened his arms wide. He patted his chest, gesturing me to take the place and so I did. He kissed my forehead, sleeping again.

Oh my God. I love him.

"I love you Yoongi," I mumbled. He didn't respond.

I moved apart and watched his sleeping face with a frown, "I said I love you!"

"Hm," he said with a stretching smile. I softly slapped his arm, "Say I love you back!"

"I love me too. Now let me sleep," he said.

"I hate you," I spat, turning my back towards him and shifting far till he caught me by my waist, pulling my back into him.

"I love you too," he mumbled in a groggy voice. I smiled and willingly accepted his embrace.

I woke up in the morning, my breathing was heavy and I looked around frantically. My heart pounded when I didn't found him beside me. I threw the blankets off me and rushed outside the room, looking left to right.

My eyes were searching for him desperately, panic surging through my veins and my mind was going numb. Finally, I saw him in the kitchen.

"Goodm-" before he could complete his sentence, I hugged him tightly. My heartbeat in my throat, ringing in my ears.

He gently wrapped his arms around me, his hand trying to calm myself down.

"What happened?" He asked, softer than zephyr's wings.

I tightened my grip around him. Tears smeared my face, "I am not dead. Why did I not die? Why the fuck did I not die? How am-"

"Hey calm. What are you talking about?"

"They were shooting bullets at me but it wasn't harming me. I wasn't dying. I wasn't hurting, why? Why did I," I swallowed my own words. "I... I wasn't getting death, they continuously were shooting but..." I cried pathetically. I was so scared.

He parted me gently by my shoulders and bent down a little to reach my eye level and said, "It was just a dream sweetheart. Just a dream. It wasn't real."

I shook my head, "No. You don't understand. I stood there. I wanted to end my life but I could not die... I just," my breathing quickened and I was looking everywhere but him. My lips quivering in fear and my vision blurred.

He cupped my cheeks, making me look at him, "None of that is going to happen."

I held his wrists only to feel his presence, to hold onto him, "No. That was... That was so horrifying. I cannot even die-"

"Shh... Look at me," he whispered gently and I did. His face was like milky way in the sky, a meeting of gentle lights without a name.

He moved up and pressed his lips on my forehead for long, my eyes closed themselves, wanting to feel his lips.

"You trust me?" He asked, still cupping my face. I nodded, who else would I trust if not him. I cannot place my trust in myself, I am a fucking idiot.

"Then believe me. We are mortal and no one can snatch away that right from us," he said and a wave of peace rode over me, my breathing returning to normal.

"None of that was real because that was a dream. And this. This is reality, I am reality. This bond we have is reality." He left my face and took my hand placing it on his chest.

His heart was beating so irregular that my eyes widened for a second, "This..." He said, "This is reality." He later kissed my palm and then placed it on my chest, the same rhythm as his was felt by my palm.

"This racing, this symphony, this is reality," he said. I gulped. So, this is reality?

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Its 6:15."

"Why are you up so early?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Because the interview is at 10 and as a good boyfriend, I am making breakfast for my strong girlfriend."

Strong? Ya sure, I am just the female Hulk.

"Oh! MiHi sent a suit for you. I actually woke up because of that," he said pointing at the couch.

I went upto it and my smile widened, "Oh. This is the one she wore when she had her job interview. She never wore it again, saying it's her lucky suit and she didn't wanna waste the luck."

"Aww. How very considerate," he said.

Yeah. I wish I don't stain it, she'll kill me with her sandai kitetsu.

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