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On a random Thursday evening, when Hongjoong shuffles to bed much earlier than normal, and with nothing much to say, Seonghwa knows something’s up.
“Are you alright, baby?” She asks as Hongjoong shuffles backwards on her side, pressing her butt to Seonghwa’s hips.
“Bunny,” Hongjoong murmurs back, wiggling as close to the older as she can. “Hold me? Please?”
Seonghwa smiles in sympathy as she snakes her arms around her small girlfriend’s body. She holds Hongjoong close, nuzzling into her neck and pressing kisses there, splaying her hands across Hongjoong’s lower abdomen, where it’s bloated and distended just the slightest bit.
“Do you need anything, kitty?” Seonghwa whispers into Hongjoong’s ear.
Hongjoong shakes her head, and winces quietly. “You’re enough,” she breathes. “I just want you to hold me.”
“Okay, my love,” Seonghwa hums as she kisses Hongjoong again. “Sleep. You need rest.”
Hongjoong whines and turns over in Seonghwa’s arms, burying her face in her soft breasts. “Love you bunny,” she says, and her voice is muffled, her breath warm even through the silk camisole Seonghwa’s wearing.
“I love you too, baby,” Seonghwa says back, running her fingers through her small girlfriend’s hair. She pushes all the long black strands back from her face, then leans down to kiss it. “Sleep well,” she murmurs.
The sentiment falls on deaf ears, however, because Hongjoong is already asleep on Seonghwa’s chest. Seonghwa smiles and closes her eyes, getting comfortable with her whole world in her arms.
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When Seonghwa wakes up, Hongjoong is no longer in her arms. Actually, Seonghwa can’t see her anywhere. She sits up and rubs her eyes, pushing the covers aside, only to find that it’s cold in Hongjoong’s spot on the bed.
“Baby?” She calls, swinging her legs off the bed as she yawns. She stands and stretches, then grabs her silk robe hanging on the closet door, tying the straps loosely around her waist. She still can’t see Hongjoong anywhere, but she can’t hear her either, so she assumes the younger must be already in the kitchen making herself coffee.
Seonghwa makes her way towards the bathroom, expecting to begin her morning routine before going out to greet her girlfriend. What Seonghwa doesn't expect, however, is said girlfriend - bare from the waist down, shivering, and curled up into a tight ball on the rug on the bathroom floor.
“Joong!” Seonghwa gasps, rushing towards the smaller girl and landing hard on her knees in her haste. “Baby?” She breathes, trying not to panic. Her hands shake as they reach for Hongjoong’s face, but her girlfriend’s eyes are cracking open as Seonghwa moves her hair out of the way. “Oh my god,” Seonghwa whines in relief. “You scared me, love! What are you doing here?”
Hongjoong’s eyes fill with tears as she gazes at Seonghwa. “I fell asleep,” she says. Her voice wavers and she takes a deep breath, blinking to will the tears away. “I’m sorry.”
She shifts and pushes herself up, her arms shaking with the effort. She pulls the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt over her fingers, and the bottom hem down to cover her exposed lap. Hongjoong looks even smaller than normal like this, and she looks down, a pout forming on her cute little lips. “I was just bleeding so much, and everything hurt so bad.”
Seonghwa’s heart breaks a little in her chest at her girlfriend’s words. “Why are you apologizing for that, Joong?”
Hongjoong’s head falls and the tears drip off her face. “I got blood on you,” she whispers. “And the rug!”
Seonghwa glances down and sees a small red stain on her silk shorts. “Aw, kitty,” she coos. “I didn’t even notice.” She reaches over to the toilet paper and takes a couple squares, pressing them to the stain. They don’t take much out, but the paper comes back with a light pink spot before Seonghwa crumples them up and throws them in the trash can.
“And the rug?” Seonghwa leans forward, looking over Hongjoong’s shoulder at the light green rug, which has several new dark stains. “It’s nothing we can’t replace, baby. Let’s worry about getting you cleaned up and comfy, okay?”
Hongjoong sniffs and nods, leaning into Seonghwa’s body. She tucks her forehead into Seonghwa’s neck and her whole body goes limp. “It hurts, Hwa,” she whines.
“I’m sorry, darling,” Seonghwa whispers, running her fingers through Hongjoong’s hair again. The long, silky strands reach almost down to the floor, and Seonghwa gathers it together to twist into a loose knot at the base of her girlfriend’s neck. “Should I get the epsom salt? Do you want anything else?”
Hongjoong whimpers as she nods, her fingers twisting in Seonghwa’s robe. “The oils that smell good?” She breathes.
“Of course, baby. Do you need help getting in?”
Hongjoong nods again and pulls her face out of Seonghwa’s neck. Her cheeks are flushed and wet with tears. “It hurts to breathe , Hwa. I can’t stand.”
Seonghwa chuckles, reaching out to wipe Hongjoong’s tears away. “What do you think I’m here for, kitty?” With that, she gathers her girlfriend in her arms and lifts her, gently placing her into the bathtub. “Lift your arms,” she hums quietly, and when Hongjoong does so, Seonghwa pulls her sweatshirt over her head. She folds it and places it on the closed toilet lid, then pushes the soiled rug out of the way.
“Let’s get you rinsed off, okay?”
Hongjoong nods and closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the edge of the tub. Seonghwa grabs the shower head and turns the water to warm, then very gently rinses all the blood from between her girlfriend’s legs. Once she’s clean, she switches the water to the faucet, and turns the heat up a bit.
Seonghwa gets up to grab the salt and oils from the cabinet, then comes back to add them to the running water. The room fills with the gentle scent of lavender and eucalyptus, and Seonghwa can see as Hongjoong visibly relaxes, her body sinking a bit deeper into the water.
“Feel good, love?” She asks, kneeling beside the tub and reaching in, swirling her hand in the water above Hongjoong’s tummy.
Hongjoong hums contentedly and rolls her head over to crack her eyes open at Seonghwa. “Thank you, bunny,” she says quietly. A small smile forms on her lips and she lifts her hand to grab Seonghwa’s. No verbals are exchanged when Hongjoong guides Seonghwa’s hand down to her lower abdomen, the older splaying her fingers out and massaging the taut muscles there.
In the quiet calm, Seonghwa takes a deep breath. Taking care of her girlfriend always has been and always will be one of her most favorite things. Hongjoong has such bad periods, Seonghwa feels like it’s the least she can do to clean the younger up, get her comfortable, and try her best to rid her of the debilitating pain.
As Seonghwa massages Hongjoong’s stomach, the younger’s eyes slip shut. She relaxes as Seonghwa moves lower, inching down toward her core. She gets nothing but a soft exhale as she skims her fingertips along Hongjoong’s pussy, and the younger’s thighs part ever so slightly in consent. Seonghwa smiles and continues, fingers exploring the warm skin there in Hongjoong’s most intimate area.
“Hwa,” Hongjoong murmurs, her hand finding Seonghwa’s again and dragging it down to cup her pussy.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Seonghwa whispers back, using her other hand to brush some flyaway hairs off Hongjoong’s forehead, then plants a kiss there.
Slowly, Seonghwa’s fingers dip between the soft folds, meeting the warm and slick inside. She inches up and up, meeting the bud at the top. Hongjoong sighs again as Seonghwa circles her clit with the gentlest of motions, then again, this time with a bit more pressure. Seonghwa gazes up at her small girlfriend, her chest peeking out of the water as her breaths become more labored. Keeping up the pressure as she rubs little circles around Hongjoong’s clit, Seonghwa bends over, her nose dipping into the water as she parts her lips and takes one of Hongjoong’s perfect little nipples into her mouth.
Hongjoong gasps again, a little rougher, and a wet hand comes out of the water to grasp at Seonghwa’s hair. Seonghwa smiles around the bud in her mouth and swirls her tongue, sucking a tiny bit before releasing it. Hongjoong’s nipple glistens a pretty pink as Seonghwa presses a kiss to the soft flesh of her breast beside it, then moves over to the other one. Just as she takes the small mound into her mouth, her finger slips into Hongjoong’s entrance, sinking down, down, down, into those wet and warm walls.
The small girl lets out a breathless moan, a quiet noise in the bathroom, and her hand trembles in Seonghwa’s hair. The water trickles around her body as she arches her chest up into Seonghwa’s mouth. Seonghwa releases Hongjoong’s nipple again, equally as pink and glistening as the last one, then travels up her girlfriend’s body.
She slips another finger in, then bows down to take Hongjoong’s lips as she curls her fingers up, applying firm pressure to that soft spongy spot inside. Hongjoong gasps against Seonghwa’s lips, her hot breath mingling with her girlfriend’s.
“Hwa,” she breathes shakily, panting. “Hw-”
“I know,” Seonghwa breathes back before she pecks Hongjoong’s lips. “I’ve got you.”
Tension oozes out of Hongjoong’s body at those words, and Seonghwa pulls up to kiss at her girlfriend’s forehead, where a crease has begun to form. She smooths the skin with her thumb, holding her face close to the love of her life’s as she curls her fingers up again and again.
Hongjoong’s thighs shake as Seonghwa slowly thrusts her fingers in and out of her hole, curling them towards her body every other thrust, relishing in the way Hongjoong’s body reacts. She brings her thumb up to swirl at Hongjoong’s clit as her middle fingers thrust and curl and rub, working hard but so gently at the same time.
Hongjoong’s breaths become shallower and her toes curl beneath the water as her orgasm rolls through her body. Her thighs squeeze shut around Seonghwa’s hand, and the hand in Seonghwa’s hair tightens. She lets out a soft, quiet whimper as she shakes through it, her other hand coming down to push Seonghwa’s fingers out.
Seonghwa laces her fingers through Hongjoong’s, stroking the top of her girlfriend’s hand as the last bits of her orgasm make its way through her small body. With her free hand, she strokes Hongjoong’s hair, pressing soft kisses to her face and whispering sweet nothings against her skin.
When it’s over, Hongjoong relaxes against the tub once more, exhaling quietly. She cracks her eye open right as Seonghwa is planting a kiss to her eyelid, and squints up at her.
“Hi,” Seonghwa whispers, smiling.
“Hi,” Hongjoong whispers back, a pretty pink flush rising to her cheeks. “Thank you,” she says, glancing down as her flush darkens.
“Hey,” Seonghwa cups Hongjoong’s chin and makes her look up. “Do you feel better?”
Hongjoong bites her lip shyly, looking up at her girlfriend through her long eyelashes. “A little bit,” she murmurs, “just feel a little floaty now.”
Seonghwa hums as she swipes her thumb against Hongjoong’s lip, taking it out from between her teeth and tsking at the red, bitten skin. “Let me take care of you,” she whispers.
Hongjoong nods and her eyes slip shut again, a small smile on her face. Seonghwa keeps their hands linked, now resting on Hongjoong’s tummy. The silence rises and Seonghwa smiles, watching her pretty girlfriend come down from her high. She brings her free arm up to the side of the tub, then rests her chin on it, unable to blink as she watches Hongjoong.
After a while of silence, the water starts cooling down. “Are you ready to come out, baby?” Seonghwa asks, retracting her arm from the water and drying it off.
Hongjoong nods. Seonghwa pulls the plug from the drain to let the water swirl away. “Let’s rinse off one more time.” She says to the smaller girl in the tub, to which she nods again. Seonghwa grabs the shower head and turns the water to warm before helping Hongjoong to a sitting position. She rinses the salt and oils and blood off Hongjoong’s skin, then turns the water off and replaces the shower head.
Seonghwa steps to the side to grab a towel, then leans over to help Hongjoong up. Her short legs shake as she stands, but the crease between her brows isn’t as deep as it had been before. She still gasps in pain at the shift in her body position, and her knuckles are growing white around her grip on Seonghwa’s hand.
“Toilet-” she grunts, and Seonghwa pivots to help Hongjoong sit down again. “Can you-”
“Yep,” Seonghwa hums, already on it. She grabs a menstrual disc and a pair of period panties from the basket near the toilet, handing them to a waiting Hongjoong.
“You know me so well,” Hongjoong pants, grimacing in pain. She may not show it, but Seonghwa knows she’s grateful.
Seonghwa simply responds with a kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead. “I’m going to get some fresh clothes for you, okay? Do you need anything else?”
“Can you get me some meds please? The strong ones from the doctor.”
“Of course, darling.” She squeezes Hongjoong’s hand, then she heads back into their room to get comfy clothes, medication, and prep the bed.
To the bathroom, Seonghwa delivers loose fitting sweatpants and a flowy crop top. Then, she strips the bed of the sheets and blankets, grabbing new ones to warm up in the dryer before making the bed again. She takes Hongjoong’s heatable lobster plushie and makes her way to the kitchen, where she throws it in the microwave to warm up. While she waits, she grabs Hongjoong’s medication, then prepares a small snack for her to eat it with so her stomach doesn’t get upset.
Seonghwa brings it all back to the bedroom and sets it down on the bed to get the sheets. They’re warm and smell like the lavender fabric softener they use. She makes the bed, then brings out the heating pad and plugs it in, so it’s ready for Hongjoong.
“Bunny,” comes a soft call from the bathroom. Seonghwa walks in to see Hongjoong standing on her own, but leaning heavily against the counter.
“I’m here, kitty. What do you need?”
“Can you rub my back?” Hongjoong asks. Her voice is tired, like it always is after a good orgasm, but Seonghwa can still hear the tendrils of pain in her voice.
Seonghwa hums and comes closer, moving Hongjoong’s pants down to expose her lower back. She gets the pot of muscle ache salve and scoops a bit onto her fingers to massage into her girlfriend’s muscles.
Hongjoong hisses when Seonghwa’s cold fingers make contact with her warm skin, and moans when she begins massaging. Seonghwa keeps a firm hand as she rubs, making sure to get the spots where Hongjoong is the most tense, the spots the orgasm didn’t help to relax. When she’s done, she pulls Hongjoong’s pants back up and pats her butt gently.
“Does it hurt anywhere else, love?” She asks, watching Hongjoong lift her head in the mirror and lock eyes with her. Seonghwa strokes Hongjoong’s hip slowly, waiting for an answer.
“My joints,” Hongjoong pouts. “But my hips and knees are hurting really bad.”
“Will laying down help? Or do you want to take a short walk?”
Hongjoong huffs, dropping her head down between her shoulders as if it was too heavy to hold up on her own. “I can barely keep myself upright, Hwa. I just wanna lay down with my heating pad and sleep.”
“You got it,” Seonghwa says as she presses a kiss just behind Hongjoong’s ear. She couches down and gathers her girlfriend up in her arms, the younger yelping once she lifted into the air.
“Everything’s ready for you, darling. I just need to get you a glass of water for the meds.”
Hongjoong makes a quiet noise in the back of her throat when they come out of the bathroom and she sees the bed. She buries her face in Seonghwa’s neck as the older gently sets her down on the bed. “You’re so good to me,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “I don’t even deserve this.”
Seonghwa pulls back with a frown. “Don’t you start that, Kim Hongjoong. You deserve every bit of this, and nothing will ever stop me from giving it to you. You deserve to be taken care of, baby, it’s okay to be taken care of.”
The words only seem to make Hongjoong’s tears increase. She sobs into her hands and Seonghwa’s heart breaks a little more. She knows it’s the fluctuation of hormones that makes her girlfriend a little more emotional than normal, but she still hates seeing her happy girl so sad. She gathers Hongjoong back in for a hug and rocks her back and forth as she cries.
“I’m sorry you have to go through this, my love.” Seonghwa whispers as she plants endless kisses on the top of Hongjoong’s head. She smooths her girlfriend’s hair, unraveling it from the knot to let it tumble down her back. As Hongjoong leans against her and cries, Seonghwa brushes her silky hair back again and forms a loose braid with it. “I’ll hold you as long as you need me to.”
Hongjoong takes a shuddering breath and melts against Seonghwa, her sobs beginning to slow down. After a while, she takes a sharp inhale and sits up.
“Can you get the meds?” She asks. Her eyes are red-rimmed and glassy as she speaks, her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a light sheen of sweat covering her forehead.
“Of course, kitty.” Seonghwa leans in and kisses the tip of Hongjoong’s small nose. When she pulls back, she feels her girlfriend’s forehead with the back of her hand and tuts at the warmth there. “You’ve got a small fever,” she murmurs, dragging her hand down to stroke Hongjoong’s cheek. She wipes the tears away, but they’re immediately replaced with more. “It’ll be alright, baby. I’ll get you some fever reducers, too.”
“I hate this,” Hongjoong whimpers, scrubbing her eyes with small fists. “My period always makes me so sick. I hate it, I hate it.”
“I know, love, I know. Here, let’s get you comfy and you can eat your snack while I go grab the medicine and water. How’s that sound?”
Hongjoong gives a small nod and takes a deep breath. She scoots back so she can get under the covers, wincing as she moves. She sets up the heating pad on the pillow behind her, then leans against it. Then, she hugs the lobster plushie to her stomach and brings her knees up to her chin.
“Here,” Seonghwa pulls the covers over Hongjoong’s knees, tucking it in around her waist. Then, she hands her girlfriend the plate with the crackers, cheese, and fruit. Normally, Seonghwa hates having food in the bed, but she’ll always make an exception for when Hongjoong doesn't feel well.
“I’ll be right back.” Seonghwa presses a kiss to Hongjoong’s forehead. “Eat, I don’t want your stomach to hurt after taking the medicine.”
Hongjoong nods and Seonghwa pats her head. She leaves the room to grab the fever reducers and water, then comes back. By now, Hongjoong is almost finished with her food. She looks so cute munching on a cracker, and Seonghwa coos at the sight.
“Hungry?” Seonghwa asks with a fond smile. She gestures for Hongjoong to hold her hand out, and she deposits the medication into her girlfriend’s tiny waiting palm.
Hongjoong shakes her head with a sniffle and puts the plate back on the bedside table. “I didn’t think so, but I guess I was.”
She downs the pills in one big gulp, then hands the cup back to Seonghwa. She exhales longly and leans back against the headboard, watching Seonghwa through half hooded eyes.
Seonghwa takes the plate and cup, places another kiss to Hongjoong’s forehead and takes off again with a whispered promise to be right back. She rinses off the dishes and sets them aside to dry, then grabs Hongjoong’s water bottle to fill. As she heads back to their room, she notices that it’s begun to rain outside. When she gets back, she sets Hongjoong’s water bottle on the bedside table.
She pulls the curtains back, letting some of the pale autumn morning light in, and cracks the window open to let the calm sound of the rain in. The room already begins to cool down with the light breeze coming through the window, and vaguely Seonghwa hopes it’ll help Hongjoong’s slightly raised temperature go down. She lights a candle nearby, and the room fills with the warm scent of apples and fall spices to go with the rain.
By the time Seonghwa stops flitting around the room, tidying up and preparing things, Hongjoong has laid down on her side, the covers pulled up to her chin. She’s still watching Seonghwa as she moves around, but Seonghwa can see the drowsiness pulling at her girlfriend’s eyes. The meds must be working.
Seonghwa crawls into bed a few moments later, with a cool cloth to wipe down Hongjoong’s face. She dabs at the smaller girl’s forehead, leaving kisses behind as she goes.
“How do you feel?” She whispers as she shuffles closer to Hongjoong, gathering her closer into her arms. She plants kisses all over the younger’s face, smiling when Hongjoong whines and tries to escape.
“Tired. Sore. But okay,” Hongjoong responded. She giggles as Seonghwa smacks a wet kiss right on the apple of her cheek. “I’m ready to go back to sleep,” she whispers, her eyes drooping.
Seonghwa grins, oh so fond. “Go back to sleep, darling,” she whispers. “My sweet baby girl.”
Hongjoong makes a soft happy sound in the back of her throat as she squirms closer to her girlfriend, tucking herself right up against Songhwa’s chest and burying her face into her breasts.
Seonghwa feels content and warm as she holds the love of her life in her arms, tucking her head right under her own chin. She presses a firm kiss right to the crown of her small girlfriend’s head and breathes her sweet scent in.
“I love you,” she whispers, but the sentiment falls on deaf ears, because Hongjoong is already asleep on Seonghwa’s chest. Seonghwa smiles and closes her eyes, getting comfortable with her whole world in her arms.