As Namjoon approached her, he saw her curled up on the bed, with her hands hugging her waist, her eyelashes wet as if she had been crying, and her lips were trembling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, bending down to her level.

She opened her eyes and gazed at him. She sat on the bed but winced in pain. Her buttocks were burning.

"Nothing" she said, absentmindedly tracing patterns on her hands.

"Heat the food. I'll come after taking a shower," he said as he went to his wardrobe.

"I-I didn't cook dinner," she said, standing up from the bed.

He turned and glanced at her, then approached her, smiling as he embraced her, holding her tightly, causing her to wince in pain.

"Please don't press me, it hurts," she said, lightly pushing his chest with her hands.

"You were on my bed, and now you're saying you didn't cook dinner. I don't think you would be able to bear me again," he said, caressing his thumb on her cheek.

"I'm feeling unwell, that's why," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"So you want to tell me that I'm a very bad husband and because of me, you're unwell?" he spoke, his tone was mocking.

"Give me thirty minutes, I will prepare something," she said, trying to get out of his grip.

"That's good for you," he said and went to get his clothes.

She made her way to the door, but her body wasn't cooperating. She was unable to walk; her abdomen and back were in too much pain. She was feeling sorry for herself.

He was about to go into the shower, but a loud thud stopped him. He rushed out from his room and saw her on the stairs, trying to get up.

He ran to her and helped her up. She made her way to the kitchen, but he stopped her, holding her wrist. She got scared, thinking maybe he wanted to punish her.

"I'm sorry. I will make something for you," she said, without looking at him.

"Did you fall from the stairs?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Hm" she replied, going to the kitchen again.

"How? I mean, what happened?" he asked, following her. He saw her walking with difficulty.

She took out vegetables from the fridge and put them on the counter. Holding the edge of the counter, she shut her eyes tightly as another cramp hit her hardly. He looked at her, confused.

"Fucking tell What happened?" he asked again shouting.

"I got my periods, and it hurts too much," she said, taking a knife from the stand.

He looked at her face, then at her hands, which were cutting the vegetables tiredly. He held her wrist and led her out of the kitchen.

"Leave me... I'm sorry. I will prepare food" she pleaded.

He didn't reply, he took her to the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon... please don't do this. It's my first day of my periods" she begged, trying to take her hand from his grip.

He let go of her wrist and carried her in his arms. She gasped at his sudden action. He saw her teary eyes, She was scared of him. She was in pain and didn't want to deal with him again.

He gently placed her on the bed and covered her with the duvet.

"Stay here, I'm coming," he said as he ran downstairs.

Please I don't want him to force me again.

After some time, he returned with a hot bag in his hand. He pushed the duvet aside and placed the hot bag on her lower abdomen. She was shocked by his behaviour.

Why he is caring about me?

"Did you eat anything?" he asked, covering her with the duvet again.

She shook her head. "Don't sleep, I'm coming," he said as he went towards the bathroom.

In a minute, he came out after changing his clothes. He turned off the lights and went downstairs.

After looking at the ingredients on the counter, he played a recipe on YouTube and tried to make soup for her.

He prepared the soup and tasted the soup he made, but the taste made him say "eww."

He then ordered pasta and started to clean the mess he made in the kitchen. After some time, when the pasta arrived, he took it to her. Her cramps were making her whimper in pain.

He sat beside her and handed her a bowl of pasta. She looked at the bowl and then at him. He signaled for her to eat, but she was looking at his face.

He saw her looking at him. Filling a spoon of pasta he placed it in front of her mouth. She was shocked by his behavior. She opened her mouth and took a bite.

"You love pasta. I know you must be craving for this" he said, giving her another bite.

Is he alright?

Her tears fell as he fed her. All she wanted was this. His love, his care, his attention. He made her finish the bowl in minutes.

She couldn't help herself and hugged him tightly. Her sudden action made him flinch, but she hugged him more tightly, sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and crying in his embrace.

After a moment, he hugged her back and patted her head. The manly scent of his cologne made her sleep peacefully. When he heard her light snores, he smiled looking down at her.

No no Namjoon don't let your love awake for her.

~the simple act of caring is heroic.