Waking up in any of my soulmate's arms I mentally deemed should always be a pleasant experience. The way I was literally draped all over Hobi with my head cradled perfectly on his chest and my left leg hitched over his hip I found exceptionally comforting. Not to mention the hand he used to cup my hip, his thumb periodically stroking my bare stomach even in his sleep. Waking up in this position I should have an immediate smile on my face because I feel completely content.
Only the problem is the cramps that are already kicking my ass. Which means in an hour or two I will probably officially start my cycle. I grumble incoherently and turn my head more so into his chest as if I can deny the way I am feeling. Mother nature is such a bitch. I pause for a moment to reconsider that mental assumption. Actually I bet the feminine cycle was something Father Time concocted. That asshole. I would laugh at my own silly thoughts if I weren't so in pain.
"Petal?" Hobi groggily inquires if I am okay with the single solitary word.
"Uh uh..." I grumble out. I can't deny what is happening in my body, but I can attempt to ignore it for a few more minutes at least.
"Are you hurting? Was I too rough?" The concern coating Hobi's voice immediately has me frowning for a completely different reason.
I groan. "No, no. My current predicament has nothing to do with last night. Last night was good, amazing even. This has MMV written all over it."
"MMV?" Even though he asks me the question I think he already knows where I might be going with this.
"My monthly visitor. I read the abbreviation in several romantic comedies by the same author and adopted the phrase to use myself."
He makes some noise of agreement and starts playing with my hair. "Petal? Can you move so I can get up please?"
I grumble. "But... I'm all snuggly comfortable here."
He chuckles lightly and kisses me on the forehead. "Yes, I understand that. But, I need to go to the bathroom."
"Bladders suck. Not as much as MMVs but they still suck." I grumble out my ridiculous complaint which has Hobi chuckling. He helps me shift so I am laying with my head on my pillow and my back flat on the soft pillowy mattress.
I close my eyes before consulting my brain with the action. I don't know how much time has passed, but I don't think it could be any more than a few minutes before I fully wake up because Hobi is lifting me in his arms in a princess carry. When we walk in the bathroom I register the sound of water running and kiss Hobi on the cheek to thank him for starting the bath water for me. One of my favorite things about him is how he thinks of things like this and acts on them without feeling like he has to ask me.
He sets me on my feet and helps assist me in getting rid of my pajamas. When I am completely disrobed I reach up to repeat the gesture only to have him grasp my hands, stilling the action. I frown up at him. "But aren't you joining me?"
"No, but that's only because I want to run downstairs and get some breakfast started for you." He helps assist me into the water. "Anything in particular you wish to request?"
I consider it for a few minutes and find myself frowning. "I kind of want the apple butterscotch pancakes again. But, can you make those? You weren't with me when I started the batter." Technically no one was. Jin and Yoongi came down when I was already cooking.
"Give me a sec." He heads back to my room and comes back with his phone. He hands it to me. "Can you pull up the recipe on my phone? Even if I can't make heads or tails of the recipe I guarantee that Jin and Yoongi will jump in to help."
Before he hands me his phone I ask him to snatch a hand towel for me so I can dry off my hand that I had already submerged in the water. I'm immediately thankful that he has temporarily switched the browser to English for me. As I am clicking the input box to enter the recipe name I mentally begrudge how much I honestly hate dealing with web browsers on such devices. Which that thought leads to me considering perhaps printing off any of the recipes that actually seem to work out for everyone. Despite my difficulty with the browser I still managed to find the recipe pretty much right away. I hand his phone back to him and lounge back into the water.
"Now, Petal. Did you only want pancakes?" He asks before turning away to get breakfast started.
"Hmm." I consider for a second. "Nope, I think I want to see how bacon pairs well with those pancakes too."
He grins. "Okay. I can do that." He leans in to kiss me softly on my lips. He clicks the button to engage the jets before leaving my side.
Before I get completely comfortable I call out his name again. "Hobi!"
He turns back at me. "What is it, Petal?"
"Thank you, Hobi. For taking care of me."
"And I always will, Petal." He winks at me and blows me another kiss before walking away.
I lean back, settling myself into the frothy water. Noticing a fragrant tropical scent coming from the bath. He must have added a bath bomb before lifting me from the bed. I'm starting to doze off again when I hear my bedroom door open.
The maknae line all trickle into the bathroom. Each of their faces a mixed amalgamation teeming with concern and apprehension.
"Angel, are you feeling okay?" Tae immediately falls to his knees at my side.
I curve slightly on my side so I can look up into his face. "As well as can be expected. No worries, Taeger."
Jk begins digging into the cabinet underneath my sink. I arch an eyebrow at him, curious why he might be acting so nosey before he turns to ask me his own question. "Do you know what kind of supplies you are going to need, Sweetheart?"
I shrug. "Don't worry about it, Bunny. I can make a list and get them after breakfast."
"Or you can make a list and one of us can get them for you, Love." Jimin suggests.
Before I respond to him I play out my own mentally projected scene of him scurrying down the feminine care products trying to pinpoint what I need. Where some Army happens to catch sight of him and the whole thing starts trending on Twitter. "I don't know." I hedge. Those three little words easily convey my trepidation about the situation.
Jk pulls out the blue box from under the cabinet. "This is what you currently have. Do you think it's enough?" He opens the box, and I sigh at the few tampons still remaining in it.
"No. Definitely not." I answer without hesitation.
He sets the box with the back face down on the counter of the vanity. Pulls his cell phone from his pocket and takes a picture. "One of us will get this taken care of for you."
I glance at each of the maknae line in turn for a moment. Exceptionally grateful that they are willing to do even little things like this for me. And in the next moment it occurs to me. I'm going to be meeting their families on day two. I drift lower into the water considering submerging myself under the surface as that news completely sinks in.
Tae panics and pulls me back up before even my ears can fully descend under the surface. I sigh again and relay my immediate realization to them. Of course none of them really get it, but they do all try to reassure me that it will be fine.
Tae and Jk get up to start heading out of the room. Jimin takes Tae's previous spot, but he calls my attention over to him once again before leaving the room. "By the way, Angel. I checked on breakfast before coming in. It should be done any moment."
I readjust my posture and nod to let him know I heard him. "Okay, I promise not to linger too much longer then."
"Um. So, I remember that you mentioned you like to read during your cycle. Perhaps we should settle on a book together sometime today. Then on my day off that can be one of the things we can do together. Discuss how we felt about it."
I nod. "Sounds like a plan." I consider for a second. "By the way, when can I expect another letter?"
He pauses to think for a second. "I'll probably write one after this weekend."
Ah. After he has perspective on how meeting his family goes. That makes sense. I nod my head in understanding before he leans over and kisses my cheek.
After I get dressed in comfy clothing; drawstring waistbands and oversized shirts are my current best friends right now. I head downstairs. The members of the maknae line were not wrong. The last helping of pancakes is currently being plated just as I reach the bottom of the stairs. Before I can move another inch Namjoon comes over to me and lifts me in a Princess carry. "Um. Joonie. This is going a bit overboard."
He shakes his head, although I don't think he is denying my statement. More likely he is actually agreeing with me at the silliness he is currently showing. He sort of confirms that with the response he utters. "I realize that. But humor me. We all want to pamper you this weekend."
I shake my head. He walks me all the way over to the chair we have basically deemed as mine and only then does he let me down. Yoongi pulls out my seat and sits directly beside me. Hobi brings over my plate. Jin hovers near the refrigerator. "What did you want to drink this morning, Princess?"
"OJ is fine, Jin." I smile up at him in thanks.
He nods and turns around to retrieve my drink.
The pancakes turned out pretty good. Although I think Hobi might have forgotten to peel the apples first. Not that I am going to complain about something so small on his first attempt at making them. I did ask for them after all. Once I am done eating Jimin and Tae volunteer to do dishes. Jk states that he is going to go get my supplies, which now I realize there is no use arguing with this decision. I already told him he didn't have to do that after all.
"Jk, why don't you wait until we show her the surprise." Namjoon's words pull Jk back with an excited gleam in his eyes.
"What surprise?"
"So, you may or may not have noticed that we haven't really been letting you near the kimchi fridge and freezer lately." Jin states.
"Yeah with good reason. We were waiting to show you the other contents for this kind of occasion." Yoongi offers.
"Come here, Petal. I want to be sure that you can see the contents."
I get up and stand by his side as he swings open the side of the door leading to the refrigerator. Inside is a slew of different chocolates. Mostly things I had chosen for myself during my last cycle. And there are a lot of chocolate oranges here. There is practically a whole shelf dedicated to them. I pick one up and study it. "Weren't these hard to find?"
"We had them special ordered for you." Tae states from the sink. His wide excited grin on full display.
Hobi leans and whispers. "This was originally my idea, but we all discussed it. Their contribution definitely made it bigger and better."
I smile up at him secretly for a moment before pulling away so I can look at the others. "You said something about the freezer also?" I arch an eyebrow.
"We did. Why don't you go ahead and open the door yourself." Namjoon encourages.
Perhaps I should have expected it after the chocolates. It probably should have been the first thing that popped in mind. What do you put in a freeze after all? But, I never ever expected this. On nearly all the shelves are large containers of United Dairy Farmers Blue Moo Cookie Dough Ice Cream. In fact only one shelf doesn't have the containers, and that's because that one has different ice cream flavors.
I waste no time to turn to each of them and give them a sweet kiss to thank them for this amazing gift. After I have distributed all of their kisses I waste no time in pulling out a bowl, spoon, and ice cream scoop. "I may be full on pancakes. But I haven't had this ice cream in years and I am changing that right now."
Jk lingers long enough to sample a spoonful of my ice cream before he turns around and heads out the door like he had originally planned. I'm not surprised that the others follow suit to try my ice cream. But once they are done I frown at my now nearly empty bowl. "Someone bring that carton and the ice cream scoop back over here, please. I need to replace the scoop that you all just demolished."
They all laugh at that. Jin is the only one that jumps to do what I asked. "Thank you." I punctuate my thank you with a soft kiss to his sweet lips. Then I scoop another scoop into my bowl. "If you want any more ice cream you are all going to need to get your own bowl. No more sampling from mine." I punctuate this statement with a menacing glare that I am only partially feeling. The chorus of laughter following my expression has the glare immediately wiped from my face and a large smile overtaking my features.