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Hyunjin doesn't move at all when she hears Chan return to the apartment. She doesn't even move when his shuffling footsteps enter the bedroom, nor when the mattress dips as he sits on the edge of the bed. She just remains curled up in her blanket cocoon with the hood of her sweatshirt pulled down so far over her face that she can't see anything at all, hoping against hope that if she just stays still enough, she won't be noticed. But alas. “I’m back,” Chan says softly. He moves in closer, and then he's pulling the hood back so he can smile down at Hyunjin. “There you are, beautiful. How are we doing?” All Hyunjin does is pout in response. Chan brushes her bangs out of her eyes. “Still in pain?”
“Mhm,” Hyunjin hums, a vague, noncommittal response. More of an exhaled breath through her nose than an actual sound. She turns her face away so she doesn't have to look at Chan and bear witness to the endless fond-gazing that always makes her chest feel too tight. “I’m mostly just in my feelings.” The lingering mortification bubbles in the pit of her stomach, ready to flare up again at any moment. She's still embarrassed. Embarrassed about waking up to blood on Chan's sheets. Embarrassed about the subsequent overdramatic freakout and having to be coaxed out of the bathroom by Chan, who obviously possesses way more patience and compassion than she deserves. Embarrassed by her own forgetfulness that caused this whole predicament in the first place.
Chan takes Hyunjin by the jaw so he can guide her to look him in the eye again. “It's okay,” he says for what feels like the billionth time today already, and his smile makes it seem like he genuinely means it. Humiliatingly, Hyunjin can feel her eyes well up. Stupid fucking hormones. Chan bends down to press a kiss to her wobbling lips, then to her forehead, his thumb caressing her cheek. “Hey, hey. You’re fine, baby. You didn't do anything wrong.”
“I know,” Hyunjin mumbles, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. God, this isn't how she wanted this weekend to go. If only she hadn't been so busy being nervous and excited to sleep over at Chan's place, maybe she would have remembered that her period was coming up. At least she had her trusty emergency stash of remedies in her purse so she didn’t have to rely only on bundled up toilet paper. She sniffles. “I just… I feel… bad.”
“It’s okay,” Chan reassures. “The sheet is in the washer already. If anything, it was a good way to force me into doing laundry.” The way he sounds so earnest makes Hyunjin huff out a laugh.
“Not that,” she chuckles, then sighs wistfully. “I was looking forward to you fucking me on every available surface of this apartment and making me come, like, a gazillion times.”
Chan blinks in surprise. “Oh,” he says, and his ears go adorably pink. Hyunjin kind of wants to touch one of them to feel if they’re as warm as they look, but that would require her extricating herself from her blanket cocoon, and she doesn’t feel like doing that at the moment. Chan laughs sheepishly. “I mean, we did accomplish a lot of that last night.” He’s… not wrong. It’s probably also what helped jump-start Hyunjin’s period.
“I suppose,” Hyunjin relents, sulking. This is not the reality she wanted.
“Besides,” Chan adds. “We don’t have to do all of that. I mean, I’d love to, but… we can just cuddle and watch movies all weekend and I’ll be more than happy. As long as I get to spend time with you.” Hyunjin swallows around the lump that has suddenly formed in her throat. She doesn’t respond, worried that if she attempts to speak, she’ll just end up crying again. Chan perks up. “Oh, I got you some stuff, by the way.” He reaches for the plastic bag he had apparently placed on the floor next to the bed. As he rummages through it and holds up each individual item, he narrates: “Pads and tampons, I don't know what kind you use so I just got one of those variety packs. I bought that chocolate you said you like. Painkillers, I wasn't sure if you have any allergies so I got two different kinds of tablets, and also these pain relief patches, just in case. Oh, and these are actually hand warmers, but I figured they could work as heating pads if your cramps get bad.” Hyunjin can only stare at him in silent awe. It goes on long enough that Chan’s enthusiasm fades into worry, and he tilts his head to the side like a damn puppy. “Did I forget something?”
“You’re unreal,” Hyunjin whispers. Sometimes she can’t believe that Chan is actually real, and that she’s lucky enough to be able to call him her boyfriend. One of her exes nearly fainted when she asked him to buy her tampons one time. Chan only smiles in response. He tugs at a loose corner of the blanket until Hyunjin releases it enough for him to slip under it as well, allowing him into her safe cocoon. Up close, his smile is even prettier. Warm and bright enough that she swears she can physically feel heat emanating from him. There are dimples denting both of his cheeks, and as usual the urge to kiss them is overwhelming. So she does. She leans in and presses her lips to one, then the other, and then finally to his plush mouth, and Chan exhales as if Hyunjin’s kiss actually brings him relief.
It’s slow and lazy. Somehow the explicit knowledge that Chan doesn’t expect anything more from her than just this makes Hyunjin feel more at ease, less in a rush for things to progress. It’s not that she doesn’t want more, she always seems to get extra horny during her period, but this? This is nice. She cups Chan’s face with her small hand, swipes her tongue over his bottom lip, and licks into his mouth when he opens up for her. His hand easily finds its way under her loose hoodie to fit against the curve of her waist, fingertips digging into her soft skin. The hoodie is actually Chan’s. It’s usually big on him, so it’s even more oversized on Hyunjin’s slender frame. She loves wearing it. It’s comfortable, and it smells like him. She’s also not wearing anything underneath, which Chan quickly finds out as he runs his palm up her side in a slow caress. He groans against Hyunjin’s lips. “You drive me fucking crazy, baby.” The pad of his thumb grazes Hyunjin’s nipple, and Hyunjin moans.
“We-we better stop,” she pants. She gasps when Chan’s thumb brushes over her again, more firmly this time, very clearly on purpose. The touch alone is enough to send a pulse of heat bursting through her entire body, settling between her thighs, and although that heat is adamantly demanding more, she knows they have to stop. She whimpers. “Please. I’m too sensitive, you’re gonna turn me on.”
“Okay, okay,” Chan mutters. He presses one last kiss to Hyunjin’s mouth, then pulls back. His hand moves away from Hyunjin’s chest to rest on her hip instead. Hyunjin already misses the feeling of him touching her bare skin. The warmth of his palm through her pajama pants just isn’t the same thing. She rolls onto her back and closes her eyes and tries to will away the thrum of arousal still rushing through her body. Chan kisses her cheek. “You alright, baby?” His hand moves to rub soothing circles against her lower abdomen. “You need anything?”
“I need this fucking period to be over,” Hyunjin grumbles. “So you can fuck me.”
The hand on Hyunjin’s belly stills. “You know,” Chan says slowly, and the cheeky tone of his voice already puts Hyunjin on edge. “A real man loves his woman every day of the month.” She whips her head around to gawk at him and sees him grinning. He quickly adds: “If that’s what you want, of course! I don’t mind a bit of a mess, we can just put a towel out.”
Hyunjin’s pussy is fucking throbbing. She yanks her hood down to cover her flushing face again, and she groans: “Unreal!”