The house was calm and cozy as evening fell. I was curled up on the couch with Jimin, enjoying the warmth of his presence. We were chatting about the day’s events, his soft, reassuring voice a comfort. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room.

Suddenly, I felt an uncomfortable sensation and realized, with a bit of a start, that my period had begun. I tried to ignore it at first, but as discomfort grew, I knew I couldn’t just brush it off. I shifted slightly, hoping Jimin wouldn’t notice.

Jimin, ever perceptive, picked up on the change in my mood. His expression softened, and he gently asked, “Are you okay, Rosie? You seem a bit off.”

I hesitated, not sure how to explain it. “It’s just... it seems like my period has started,” I admitted quietly.

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, but before he could say anything, the unmistakable scent of my period reached the sensitive noses of the hybrids. Their reactions were immediate and instinctual. The boys, each tuned to their unique senses, quickly became aware of what was happening.

Namjoon and Jungkook were the first to arrive, both with concerned expressions. Namjoon, in his dragon form, had his scales slightly ruffled, while Jungkook’s eyes were full of worry.

“Rosie, is everything alright?” Namjoon asked, his voice a deep rumble. “We can help if you need anything.”

Jungkook, his usual bravado replaced by genuine concern, added, “Do you need anything? Water, snacks, or anything to make you feel better?”

I was touched by their immediate concern. “I’m okay, just a bit uncomfortable. But thank you.”

However, as Jungkook sniffed the air more intently, his expression turned from concern to confusion and a hint of distress. “What’s that smell?” he asked, his nose twitching as he glanced around. “It’s... not pleasant.”

I looked at him, trying to suppress a giggle at his innocent confusion. “Jungkook, it’s just my period. It’s a natural thing that happens once a month.”

Jungkook’s confusion deepened. “Period? Like, a punctuation mark?”

Before I could explain further, Jin, who had been quietly observing, stepped in with a mix of embarrassment and determination. His cheeks were slightly flushed as he tried to explain. “No, Jungkook. It’s a normal biological process for females. It’s basically the shedding of the uterine lining, which is why there’s a smell. It’s something that happens to everyone and is completely normal.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened even more, and he stared at Jin with a mix of fascination and concern. “So, it’s not dangerous?”

Jin shook his head, trying to maintain his composure despite his blushing. “No, not at all. It’s just a natural part of the cycle. It happens every month and is perfectly normal. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Jungkook seemed relieved but still looked somewhat baffled. “Oh, I see. I didn’t realize it was something like that. I thought something might be wrong.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly at the mix of relief and confusion on Jungkook’s face. “No, Jungkook. It’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just part of life.”

As Jin continued to blush and Jungkook’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding, the atmosphere lightened up. The boys quickly adjusted to the new information, with Jimin giving Jungkook a reassuring pat on the back.

“Thanks for clearing that up, Jin,” Jimin said with a chuckle. “I think Jungkook was a bit scared for a moment.”

Jungkook, now looking more at ease, nodded. “Yeah, thanks, Jin. I just didn’t know what to make of it.”

Jin, still a bit red-faced, managed a sheepish smile. “No problem. Just glad I could help.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the boys continued to show their support, each contributing in their own way to ensure I was comfortable. Namjoon brought over a warm blanket, Yoongi made sure the room was cozy, and Tae offered some soothing snacks.

Hobi, always practical, appeared with a small basket of supplies, including a pad. “Here, Rosie,” he said, offering it with a gentle smile. “You might find this helpful.”

I accepted the pad with a grateful smile. “Thanks, Hobi. I really appreciate it.”

As the boys settled around me, their concern and care were evident. They each took turns checking in with me, offering comfort and support. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and understanding, despite the initial confusion.

Jungkook, now more relaxed, joined the group with a new sense of understanding. “If there’s anything else you need, just let us know. We’re here for you,” he said with a reassuring smile.

The night went on with a calm, comforting ambiance. Despite my initial discomfort, I found myself smiling at how supportive and attentive the boys were being. They had each stepped up in their unique ways, turning a potentially awkward situation into a demonstration of their care and love.

As I settled into the cushions, surrounded by the warmth and concern of my new family, I couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful. Their support and understanding were a reminder of how special our bond had become, and it made the evening far more bearable than I’d expected.

As the evening progressed, I found myself dealing with cramps from my period, which made me wince in discomfort. I was curled up on the couch with a warm blanket, trying to ease the pain. The boys, ever attentive, noticed my discomfort and quickly gathered around.

Jungkook, who had been trying to wrap his head around my earlier explanation, saw me cringing and immediately panicked. “Rosie, are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes wide with worry.

“I’m just having some cramps,” I managed to say between winces. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

Jungkook looked completely helpless, his usual confidence replaced by concern. “What can I do to help?” he asked urgently.

Without waiting for an answer, Jungkook gently placed his hands on my stomach and began to rub in small circles. His touch was surprisingly soothing, and the warmth of his hands provided some relief. “Does this help?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded appreciatively. “Yes, actually, it does. Thank you, Jungkook.”

While Jungkook was focused on my stomach, Jin appeared with a small plate of chocolate. “I thought you might like this,” he said, offering it with a smile. “Chocolate can be good for soothing cramps.”

The sight of the chocolate made me tear up a little. I was overwhelmed by the boys’ caring gestures, and the flood of emotions combined with the physical discomfort was a bit too much. My eyes welled up, and a few tears escaped.

Jin’s eyes widened in alarm when he saw me crying. “Oh no, Rosie! Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head, still sniffling. “No, Jin, it’s not your fault. I’m just really touched by how much you’re all trying to help. It’s just a lot to handle at once.”

Jin looked more distressed than ever, his face flushing as he tried to figure out how to fix the situation. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

At this point, the collective panic among the boys reached a peak. Yoongi, seeing the chaos unfold, stepped in with his usual calm demeanor. He gently took over from Jungkook, who was still rubbing my stomach but looking increasingly flustered. “Let me handle this,” Yoongi said, taking a deep breath.

He carefully adjusted his position on the couch, using his magic to create a warm, comforting aura around me. “Rosie, just focus on my voice,” he said softly. “We’re going to get through this.”

Jungkook, still looking worried, hovered nearby, his hands still a bit unsure about what to do next. Jin was holding the plate of chocolate awkwardly, clearly unsure if he should leave it or try to help further.

As Yoongi worked his magic, Jin and Jungkook started to argue in low tones, their concern clearly driving them to different approaches.

Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed in worry. “Jin, maybe you should just let Yoongi handle this. I’m not sure if the chocolate is helping right now.”

Jin, still holding the plate of chocolate, looked hurt. “I was just trying to do something nice. Besides, chocolate is supposed to help with cramps.”

Jungkook frowned. “Well, it’s not helping her if she’s crying. Maybe we should focus on soothing her first.”

Jin’s cheeks flushed as he tried to defend his actions. “I was trying to help! I didn’t know she’d start crying. I thought it might make her feel better.”

Their voices were rising, and I could see their concern for me was causing a bit of tension. I decided to intervene. “Guys, it’s okay. The chocolate was really sweet of you, Jin. And Jungkook, your rubbing really helped. I think it’s just a lot to handle at once.”

Jungkook looked at Jin, his expression softening. “Sorry, Jin. I didn’t mean to undermine your gesture. I just got worried.”

Jin gave a small nod, his face still red. “I get it. I just want to make sure Rosie is okay.”

Yoongi’s soothing presence seemed to bring a sense of calm back to the room. He continued his gentle massaging and comforting aura, easing the tension among the boys. “Let’s all just focus on making Rosie comfortable,” Yoongi said, his voice calm and reassuring.

As Yoongi worked his magic, Jungkook and Jin settled down, their argument fading into a shared focus on my well-being. Jin eventually set the plate of chocolate aside and joined Yoongi in providing comfort, while Jungkook remained close by, ready to help.

Jungkook, now more relaxed, let out a sigh of relief. “I was really worried there for a moment,” he admitted. “I didn’t know how to help.”

Jin, still holding the chocolate, managed a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to make things worse. I just wanted to do something nice.”

I reached out and took the chocolate from Jin, giving him a grateful smile. “It’s the thought that counts, Jin. I appreciate everything you all are doing.”

The boys slowly began to settle down, their panic giving way to relief as they saw that I was starting to feel better. Jungkook sat down next to me, giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “If there’s anything else you need, just let us know. We’re here for you.”

Jin and Yoongi exchanged a look of mutual understanding and relief. Yoongi, with his calm and composed demeanor, seemed to bring a sense of normalcy back to the room.

As the evening continued, the boys remained attentive and supportive, each in their own way. Their collective efforts to help me through the discomfort were heartwarming, even if their initial responses had been a bit chaotic. The mix of worry, care, and a touch of humor from their reactions made the situation far more bearable.

By the time the night wore on, I found myself smiling despite the cramps, grateful for the caring and sometimes hilariously earnest efforts of the boys. Their unique ways of showing support had turned a challenging moment into a reminder of how much they cared, and I couldn’t help but feel touched by their devotion.