HOBI POV:

Joonie and I are walking home, hand in hand, chatting about the day and pointing out things for each other when both our phones chime simultaneously. We stop outside a convenience store and take our phones out. When I see the message is from Kookie, I smile- just the sight of his name flashing up being enough to make happiness bubble up inside me. But that quickly transforms to worry that churns violently inside me, filling me with a nauseous feeling.

Hyung, hyung! Make sure you buy lots and lots of chocolate and snacks and heating pads before you get home. It's urgent! (Y/N)'s been constantly bleeding, it'll help her! x

What does he even mean that it'll help her, if she's bleeding why hasn't anyone taken her to the hospital or helped bandage her up? Why on earth does Kookie think this'll help her?

I stare at the lit-up message with a mixture of panic and incredulity. I don't even realise that I've been staring for quite some time because Joon appears at my shoulder with two laden shopping bags, beaming at me. Why on earth is he beaming at the moment? Doesn't he know what's happened?!

"Come on Hobi, let's go! I got the snacks Kookie asked for!" he chirps, and I stare at him with confusion and horror.

"Joon-ah, didn't you read the full message?" I ask hesitantly.

He grins at me, blissfully ignorant as he pulls out his phone and goes to show me the message, but the smile slides off his face once he does read it properly this time.

His face pales and his eyes are wide behind the frames he wears.

"Bleeding?" he voices hoarsely.

The tension between us becomes thick and cloying and without another word, the two of us rush home, praying that (Y/N) is alright.

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What I didn't expect was to come dashing into the living room in a mad panic and find everyone in a calm, sleepy daze, the energy is calm and fuzzy.

"What do you mean (Y/N) is bleeding constantly and you need me to pick up lots of chocolates and snacks and heating pads?!" I screech, fear and hysteria coursing through my veins. The room suddenly floods with nervous energy, fear rolling off each of them in energy levels that have spiked from the moment the door opened and mounted when I spoke.

I feel Joonie's body collide with mine, sharp harsh pants of breath filling my air as he peeks over my shoulder. My eyes frantically scan the room until they land on where (Y/N) lies, seemingly asleep, on Kookie who's cradling her close.

The others had been leaning on each other too but had rapidly straightened up.

"What's going on?" a soft mumble sounds, (Y/N). Her eyes languidly blink open.

"I think Kookie has got a bit of explaining to do." Yoongi hyung says, eyes narrowed on said boy who is now looking abashed and embarrassed under the combined looks the six of us fix on him.

Even though hyung's voice is raspy and level, I can feel the nervous energy rolling off him in thick waves.

On top of Kookie, (Y/N) must have taken in the sudden shift in mood, because her eyes become increasingly alert by the second and she straightens herself up, I see her bite back a wince, a grimace briefly colouring her face before it vanishes.

So she is hurt. Hurting.

It's the sight of her pain-filled expression that propels my feet to move, moving past the doorway so suddenly that Joonie nearly goes tumbling. Everyone hastens forward, intentions clear as day- to check if our soulmate is hurting, and then to get rid of the hurt.

But Kookie waves us away shamefaced.

"Ahh hyung. That's my mistake. I should've been clearer in my text. I'm sorry for worrying you." he mumbles shooting us his wide doe-eyes which glisten with apology.

And I am a weak, weak man for his beautiful eyes.

I sigh and relent, holding back the urge to scold him and then pull him into a crushing hug whilst murmuring loving words into his ears.

"Kook, you sent a text saying (Y/N) has been bleeding constantly. What am I supposed to think?!" I say exasperatedly, hysteria still bleeding into my voice.

Kookie ducks his head, unable to keep eye-contact, seeking to hide behind (Y/N)'s considerably smaller frame.

She turns to look at him, and then when she faces us, there's understanding in them. And a touch of fondness.

"It's nothing Seokie oppa..." she placates.

"Why were you wincing...and your body is screaming out in pain." Jin hyung says, he's both gentle but firm- he's not taking any more half-truths or hidden pains and ailments. We all know hyung has the biggest nurturing streak, it must be tearing at him not knowing.

"She's on her period. Stop bothering her, she could become seriously angry or worse...upset and cry." Kookie pipes up, throwing a protective arm around her and drawing her back to lie onto him further.

And when the words sink in, moments later, I let out a groan.

Why did I not realise this earlier? Oh gods...all rational thought flew out of my mind when I read the last part of the message.

I turn accusingly to Joonie.

"Hey! Why didn't it occur to you Joon?" I point a finger at him, but I can't stop the sheer relief that seeps into my words.

He looks taken aback.

"I never read the full message in the first place- I was getting all the stuff Kookie asked for, and besides when I read it the second time- it was the last line only. I panicked!" he defends, arms raised protectively, and I see the two laden bags he has been carrying.

I slump, unable to argue with him.

If noona saw me now...she'd give me a hell of a scolding for not fussing over my soulmate and being clued into her needs.

Oh gods Kookie...I thought.

(Y/N) POV:

It's slightly embarrassing watching the understanding sink in to all of them.

For Seokie oppa, he just shakes his head beratingly at himself, turning to me with apologetic and kind eyes. Joonie oppa's jaw drops and then he flushes, shaking his head as he examines the stuff in the bags- now making sense to him. Kookie is nonchalant- completely indifferent as if he hadn't come to a close meltdown in the kitchen when I'd first told him.
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"You're bleeding?! Where?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"Koo, a period means I bleed for around a week, every month. It's normal." I said, holding tightly at his hands which has begun to fidget.

His eyes become impossibly larger.

"(Y/N)-ah, people die from blood loss, you know?!" his tone is verging on hysterical.

I can't help but giggle at him, the sound snaps him out of his rising panic and he looks at me with alarm and confusion.

"I'm not joking!" his voice rises.

"Okay...Koo, look. It's normal, every female goes through this. But how come you don't know about periods...I'd have thought you'd learnt about it at school." I ask, confused about his lack of knowledge.

He flushes slightly.

"I've been with hyungs for a long time, before we were soulmates, I knew them. So I guess I wasn't exposed to females at all really. And I never used to listen in science lessons- hated them." He explains, voice going from fond and soft to slightly abashed.

I shake my head at him, unable to stop the smile.

He has been nurtured and sheltered by the boys for so long, it makes sense.
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Yoongi oppa looks exactly the same as he had before but I'm pretty sure I see a frown and side-glances thrown at me every so often. Jinnie oppa immediately bounds to his feet, kneeling on the carpet in front of me.

He takes my face in between his hands, drawing his face closer to me and pressing a soft, sweet tender kiss to my mouth, leaving me to melt into Kookie whilst also leaning into Jinnie oppa's tender hold.

"My poor sweetheart. Why didn't you just day? Aigoo...let oppa take care of you." he fusses over me, hands flitting about before tenderly thumbing across my cheekbones, pressing a last quick kiss to my lips, stepping up to head into the kitchen, Joonie oppa following him with the two bags.

Minnie's eyes are nothing but warm and soft as he looks at me, he shoots me a smile that is both amused at the situation and caring. I can see the silent concern in his eyes as he comes to sit closer.

And Tae. His expression is unreadable. He doesn't look confused but I can't tell what he's thinking, biting his lip with a furrow between his brows.

His eyes snag onto mine, softening and then suddenly I know what he's going to do, as he strides forward, each step full of purpose.

But before he can do anything, Minnie kneels down in front of me and gently slips his hand up the front of my t-shirt, hand directly resting over my mark, slow large sweeps of his fingers that make my mark flare up with a sudden surge of comfort, loosening all my limbs and distracting me from the cramping in my stomach.

I relax into Kookie, I don't know why they're going to such lengths. I've coped fine before but I won't deny that it makes me feel unbelievably fond of them, and slightly teary-eyed.

I sniffle, turning to cover my face into Kookie's chest, trying to stop my haywire emotions at bay and trying not to well up and bawl because of how kind and gentle my soulmates are.

Just then Jinnie oppa steps back into the living room because his voice rings loud and clear through the room.

"Jiminie, hand out, you've clearly just made our poor soulmate upset! You were raised to be a gentleman my love!" he admonishes.

Minnie's touch stills and I can feel his hand retreating but I grab at it over the fabric over my skin.

"Don't. It helps Minnie." I turn to whisper to him, looking at him through sparkling watery eyes.

"Don't mind me...just being silly and emotional." I huff exasperatedly, my emotions are always all over the place at this time of the month.

But I'm so lucky to have them.

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After having eaten, we've all changed and ready to go to bed. I opt for one of Joonie oppa's t-shirts, I like the way they hang over me, enveloping me in soft material that smells distinctly like him.

Where to sleep? Where to sleep?

Then I think of sleeping in my own room for once, it's rarely ever used. The others have already split up and are heading off, so I enter my own room, slipping into the sheets and go to sleep.

Try to.

It's been a few hours and I haven't been able to drop off to sleep yet, I've tossed and turned, ruined the sheets beyond repair probably with the amount of movement I've done. But no matter which way I lie down, I just can't get comfortable. And then sometimes the pillow isn't comfy, or I start to feel hot and I throw the sheets off, only to yank them back when a sudden gust of cool air blows through the open window and sifts through the curtains.

It's frustrating. Not to mention that my back still feels stiff and sore, my legs are aching and I'm almost crying with annoyance because it's half past two in the morning and I'm still awake.

I slide out of bed huffing, there's nothing I can do except slip into someone else's bed and let the warmth and comfort their presence provides lull me to sleep. I can't find the large body pillow either that I'd borrowed off Tae so I need to substitute for that with one of my soulmates.

But I don't want to wake them.

I dither in front of their doors, pacing the hallway with soft treads as I try to muster the courage to swing open one of their doors and slide into bed.

But my answer is made for me when one of the doors crack open silently, swinging back to reveal Yoongi oppa standing there, clothes slightly askew and hair tousled.

He doesn't say a word, only draws his hand out to gently tug me in, and then he's shutting the door. I walk over to his bed, slide in and wait for him to get in behind me.

He does so almost immediately, body curling around mine and hand sliding to come across my stomach, warmth of his large hand fanning across my skin as it slips under my t-shirt.

"Is this okay?" he asks, voice low and rumbling as his chest reverberates against my back.

"It's perfect." I say back, and it takes mere moments for the warm solid figure of Yoongi oppa, and the soft puffs of breath that hit the back of my neck as his legs slowly entangle with mine for me to drift off into the heavy confines of sleep.

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