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emiliazplace · 1 year

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my baby. kth.

➵ pairing ; taehyung x fem!reader

➵ genre ; fluff

➵ word count ; 1.7K

➵ summary ; when your period brings the most painful cramps you've had in awhile, taehyung is there to make everything better

➵ warnings ; sexual talk, showering together but not in a sexual way, brief talk of blood, use of pet names, talk of pregnancy

➵ author's note ; this was a big self-indulgent lol written after experiencing the worst cramps i've had in months and wishing that i had taehyung there to hold me. but i think he is so sweet in this, he would be the best boyfriend ever, i swear :(

Five minutes remain until the new hour. Until it’s two am and hours still remain until the morning sun begins to rise. Sleep threatens to pull you back into its grasp, but excruciating pain holds you hostage.

Tae sleeps beside you, oblivious to the hell you’re caught in. As your mind reels to figure out what’s wrong, it takes a moment before dawning upon you that your period is meant to start soon. That you have been gifted the most painful cramps you’ve had in months.

You feel sick. Each shift sends a new wave of nausea rippling over the tide of your stomach. You want the ibuprofen that Tae hides in his nightstand, but you don’t know that you can grab it.

“Tae,” you whimper. Reaching out to him but you can’t find him and running the risk, you shift onto your side. Finding him curled into the smallest ball you’ve ever seen, clinging to a pillow he seems to have latched onto in the middle of his slumber. “Taehyung.”

He stirs the slightest bit but startles when you reach for him and the softest touch of your fingertips meets the exposed skin of his arm. “Huh?” He murmurs, his exhaustion evident in his voice.

“Ibuprofen,” you whimper. “Please. And your water.”

He wakes a little more at that. Looking to you to search for signs of what’s wrong before rolling toward his nightstand, grabbing the pills along with the bottle of water he had placed there before you both had fallen asleep.

“What’s wrong, Babe?” Tae asks. He passes both to you, flopping onto his back and watching, waiting patiently for your response.

You swallow a couple pills. Almost tempted to ingest more but overdosing on ibuprofen doesn’t sound like an ideal Saturday morning. “Period started,” you answer after drinking almost half of the bottle. And when you hand it back to him, he declines, insisting you can have the rest. “I haven’t had cramps this bad in months.”

“Oh,” he pouts. He beckons you closer, coaxing you into the warmth of his arms, and there’s nothing you want more. Tossing the closed bottles onto his bed, you scoot closer. You’re pressed against him, basking in the comfort he brings as this time of month rears its vile head. Grateful that he loves the clinginess that comes because there’s nothing you want more than to be with him. “Can I help somehow?”

“Please hold me.”

“There’s nothing I’d love more.”

“And sing to me?”

He always shies away when you ask. The one person who sings along to each song that comes on shuffle, there’s something about asking him to sing to no music that causes him to shy away a bit. It’s rarer that he agrees. But tonight seems to be one of those times.

His melodious voice is so soft, so beautiful and deep. You wish he’d allow more people to hear how talented he is, but he brushes it off with a bashful smile and insists it’s for special people only.

And you’re his favorite audience.

He punctuates each pause in his song with a loving kiss. His soft lips finding your temple every few seconds, but you wish he were kissing you instead. And if the pain wasn’t so intoxicating, you would be fast asleep.

“I love you,” you whimper, snuggling even closer. He pauses long enough to repeat it back, reminding you that his heart is yours. And you’ve never been so in love. He continues his song and doesn’t stop until the last word is sung.

“How long until the ibuprofen starts working?”

“No idea. But I can’t wait until morning. All I want to do is shower.”

“Go shower if that’s what you want.” But he’s insane. It’s two in the morning. You should be asleep, and you fear that a shower would ruin what little tiredness lingers. Except standing under the warm water is enticing. Almost enough that it coaxes you from his arms.

But you don’t want to go alone.

“Will you come with me? I don’t want to go alone.”

Tae chuckles, but he agrees. “The things a man does for the woman he loves,” he teases, and he waits until you’ve moved before climbing out of his bed. Tae moves to his closet, opening the doors and pulling the Louis Vuitton hoodie his aunt had gifted him off the hanger to toss at you. “I bought more pads too.”

The things he does for you elicits an onslaught of emotions. To have someone who loves you like he does. You can’t believe this is the life you’re living.

He shuts the bathroom door behind him. Locking it, although there’s not a chance either of his parents will barge in. But ensuring the privacy means so much. “How hot?” He awaits your response, although he already knows what it’ll be, and when you answer, he turns the dial and allows the water a moment to run and warm up.

“What if I bleed in the shower?”

Tae peels his pants down his legs. Shrugging his shoulders as he steps from there, tossing them aside. “It’s no big deal. It’ll just wash down the drain.” And you’re glad he’s nonchalant because the idea is a bit humiliating.

“I’ll be embarrassed.”

He stops, looking at you, and it’s rare to see him look so serious. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want my boyfriend to see a huge blood clot fall out of me! What if it touches you?”

“Seriously?” He deadpans. You nod. “Have you forgotten all the times I’ve eaten you out? Or that you’ve squirted on me? Several times.” He’s right, but this still feels different. He loves those things. He doesn’t love touching blood. “Babe, do you remember the time you were sick and shit on me?”

“Taehyung!”

He merely shrugs, proving his point. But a teasing smile follows. “How long have we been together?” 16 months within the next two weeks. “Long enough that I am not disgusted with anything that comes out of you.”

It’s comforting, albeit a bit embarrassing. But you appreciate how he soothes the worries.

“I promise I won’t even notice,” he assures. He helps you strip down. And after getting both of you naked, he helps you into the shower and follows behind.

The warmth of the water feeling perfect against the chill that resides on your skin. Feeling even better as the pain still radiates throughout and your entire body aches. Tae tries standing off to the side, allowing you the entire water to yourself, but you want him closer.

You reach for his hands. “Please hold me again?” You ask, and he nods without hesitating, almost as if he had expected you to ask. His arms enclose around you. He allows your head to fall against his bare chest, and you stand there. Together. You’ve never felt so content.

“Would it help more if the water was hitting where it hurts?” His gentle voice asks. But you’re not sure it will. It never has before, and you long for the water to soothe the aching that is all over. “Because we can reposition if you’d like.”

“This is perfect,” you smile. A hand comes out to rest on his arm. “Thank you for doing all of this for me. I can’t believe I have someone who loves me so much like you do.” He removes hand from your waist, instead reaching to stroke your wet hair. And he kisses your forehead. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Like I said earlier, the things a man will do for the woman he loves,” he smiles. “If there’s something I can do for my baby, then you damn well better believe I’m going to do it.” You swear your heart will burst. Right here, right in this moment. It’s second from exploding. “Never forget how in love I am with you.”

“This is the least you can do after not getting me pregnant,” you comment. “Wouldn’t be in this mess right now if you had.” He bursts into his beautiful laughter. Talks of starting a family together have been the topic of numerous conversations. But it won’t come into fruition until you’re stable in your own careers and living together. “I’m teasing. I love you so much.”

“One day,” he replies. “When the time is right, I will give you as many babies as you want because you already know I want like five.” He breathes a dreamy sigh. As if getting lost in his own thoughts like you are with yours. “We’re going to be the best parents.”

And you couldn’t agree more.

“I can’t wait until it’s our turn. Because seeing how you are with your nieces, you’re going to be the best with our babies.” To talk of this, of the future you’re eager to build together, is a nice distraction from all that’s going on in the present. To imagine Tae with your own children, with beautiful sons and daughters who encapsulate a mix of your features, elicits butterflies that draw attention away from the diminishing pain in your uterus.

You can’t wait to graduate. To find your forever careers and move in together. To begin building the rest of your lives alongside each other. There’s no one you want to do this with but him.

The two of you peel yourselves from the shower as the pain continues to subside. The ibuprofen beginning to work its magic, and the warm water has helped to usher sleep back in. You can’t hide the yawn that inches its way to the surface. Tae smiles in response as he dries you off, and he whispers promises that you’ll be back in bed soon.

He dries himself while you get dressed. His hoodie smelling like him, and your heart floods with love. When he’s done, he forgoes boxers and redresses in the sweatpants he’d been wearing earlier. And as the clock turns to 3:30, you climb back into bed. Settling in one another’s arms, backing in the warmth the other provides.

“Sleep well, Princess,” Tae whispers. Sealing his words with a soft kiss upon your awaiting lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more. Thank you again.” And after insisting again that he’d do anything for you, you fall into the sleep you had been missing. Dreaming sweet dreams of your future together, where Tae and you share your lives with the beautiful family you’ve created.

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