Who Are You

Chapter 62

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.