Another day another story. This is probably because of my pms that I'm CRAVING comfort and writing has become a source of it again.
Enjoooooyyy
And I'd love to read your comments on this one so yes, please comment a lot and have fun. Seek comfort if it helps in any way.
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There you goooo~
Characters:-
Same as in chapter "Taekook mpreg" of this book. Taekook are married, Taehyung is intersex and Namjoon is his gynaec.
Taehyung pov
"Jung.. Jungk-kook...ahh..." I tried to call out my husband's name from the restroom but my voice was probably too low for him to hear from the bedroom. Slowly, I grabbed the corner of the sink to get up, only to whimper with excruciating cramps and sit down again as I felt a streak of blood squirting out of my vagina.
"Ahh..." my toes curled as I pressed my lower belly hard in hopes of easing the pain. But nothing seemed to help my situation.
5 am in the morning, I felt a warm fluid squirting out, drenching my shorts completely. In my sleep, I pulled off the blankets to see period blood all over the sheets.
I rushed to the washroom to clean up, but as soon as I sat on the toilet after washing my shorts, the pain turned out to be not only because of periods, but the diarrhoea I had last night had also worsened.
All thanks to IBS.
Half an hour had passed since I was stuck in the washroom, the pains and fluid loss taking every bit of my energy. My legs were trembling, unable to bear the weight of my fragile frame. Adding to the list of problems, there were no sanitary pads with me.
I felt weak. I felt untidy as if it was all over my body. And that's how I ended up breaking down.
"I-I don't like it...! It hurts!" I quivered, gentle cries quickly escalating to loud sobs.
"Out of all the people, why it had to be me?!" I cursed at the body that I had been born with. I ended up spending another fifteen minutes crying out anything that came into my mind, unable to register how my voice got louder with each passing minute.
Amidst the breakdown, I heard a loud knock at the door.
"Taehyung? Are you alright? What's wrong?" Jungkook voice was filled with panic as he knocked at the door again. I stopped crying almost immediately, only to cry out his name again.
"Jungkook! Please get the spare keys and come inside!"
The toilet was on the opposite side of the door and even if I had managed to trudge my weary body till the threshold, I had no heart to bear the site of period blood on floor.
"O-okay... It's your periods, right? You aren't hurt, are you?" he asked, while looking for the spare keys in the cupboard near washroom.
"Yeah... It's periods..." I hiccuped.
He found the keys and opened the door to come inside.
"Hey, what happened baby?" he sprinted towards me, crouching down to cup my face. With his sleeves, he wiped the tears off my face.
"I didn't have a pad with me!" I cried more.
"Hey! It's okay! I'll get one for you, yeah? It's in the same cupboard, right?" he asked, tapping my cheeks lovingly. I nodded, letting out a soft hiccup.
