#beebeebabbles

When you'd been feeling down these days, Seungcheol couldn't pin down why. It wasn't your period, he knew because you hadn't complained. Wasn't family because he spoke to your mom just two days ago. Exam? A possibility. But it was different than stress.

You looked anxious but also composed. Like something was definitely going on but you were sure you could handle it.

He knew you were strong and could get through things yourself, and he tries to let you fight yourself when you want to. But this particular time was eating away at him.

"Baby?" Seungcheol asks walking over to your seated form on the sofa, two cups of tea in his hands.

He takes a seat beside you, setting the cups down on the small coffee table turning to you as you hum in response, looking back at him.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He questions, eyes searching your face for any flicker of reason.

"Yes, why do you ask?" You turn in your spot too, facing him. A look of concern on your face but something else tugging on your nerves.

"You just seem off. Like not normal, it's not stress or anything, right?" He continues, picking his words carefully, knowing you'll tell him eventually.

"I guess it's a kind of stress." You shrug not wanting to make it a big deal.

He furrows his brows, leaning in, a silent ask for you to continue.

"I'm about two months late on my period." You blurt seeing his expression change from shock to understanding to confusion.

"But we haven't..."

"No we haven't. And this is a medical issue, not a kid. I haven't cheated Cheol, I would never." You reassure.

"What is it then?" He asks leaning back, traces of dread and confusion still lingering over him.

"I think it's pcos.. I'm not sure though." You speak before the thoughts completely take over his mind.

"Why do you think that?"

"It happened once early on in the year, during finals, I didn't get my period for two months.. Initially I thought it was stress but then I spoke to mom and she said it runs in the family and now I keep thinking about it."

He nods along listening to you, a hand slipping around your shoulders pulling you into him. "Are you concerned for anything in particular?"

"Well, pains but also kids?" You send out the question, mostly to yourself. "I know I barely talk about children and it's never serious but since I spoke to mumma, I feel.. What if I can't have kids?"

Seungcheol sighs, not annoyed but understanding. "I know it would change things, but it also wouldn't hun."

You pull back to meet his eyes, unable to understand the words he just said.

He meets your gaze, endearingly huffing at the crease between your brows. He straightens up a bit before speaking.

"So what if you can't have kids? You're still Y/n, you'll still grow and learn as life comes. You'll still do your activities, your work, your emotions, your relationships. I'm not saying you shouldn't, you have every right to feel sad, but that's not all to life."

You nod resting your temple on the side of his arm, shoulders deflating a bit. "That's true, would you mind?"

"Me? Baby, this is a medical problem, as far as my emotions are concerned, you do not have to worry. And I'll be with you, you know that."

You relaxed into him, heart feeling lighter. And he noticed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Plus, you should get tested before worrying, what if it's something else?"

"That's possible. I just feel a certain way,"

"And I hope you can talk to me for anything."

"I can, I just need to think for myself first."

"You know I love you, completely."

"I love you."

"Not completely? Not my teasing side? I'm not what Chan describes baby, I swear." He pouts playfully, lightly tugging on your nose.

"Hey!" You swat at his hand, smiling a bit, your chest lighter now. "I believe Chan,"

"Betrayal!" He gasps, clutching at his chest dramatically.

That makes you laugh, finally. He immediately pushes you down on the sofa with a bear hug and covers your face in kisses, making your cheeks heat up. "You can't believe Chan!"

"Nuh uh! He's sooo right!" You laugh breathless.

"Y/n! I'm gonna kill Chan!" He laughs too, his face burying in your neck. (Sorry Chan, he catches strays everywhere.)

Your breathing slows down now, Seungcheol moves down to kiss your stomach softly. "I really do love you. Don't worry baby,"

Your chest constricts for a moment, from the overwhelming influx of love from him. You softly thread your fingers in his hair, "Thank you baby, I love you too."

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[Chan: Why tf am I catching strays?!]