A/N: Feeling VERY inspired lately...

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Prompt:

So the other night I was at a CVS Pharmacy, looking to pick up some... female hygiene products (ok, pads!) when I noticed a young gentleman (my age) loitering around the isle. The phone was stuck to his face as he tried unsuccessfully to reach the other party ( I assumed his girlfriend). I had a feeling so after I picked up my prize, just lingered a bit further.

Sure enough, the young man tapped me on the shoulder and gave me such a perplexed look of desperation I couldn't help but bust out laughing. The poor man had NO IDEA where to begin. After 10 minutes of explaining the different types ("THERE'S OVERNIGHT, TOO??!!") I couldn't help but feel for the guys who had to find their ways through the endless collections of tampons, pads, regimens, etc.,

So-- naturally, I applied this to... you guessed it--- the aliens.

He was so thankful that he offered to pay for my groceries. HAHAHAHA. What a night it was. ANYWAYS!!!

PLEASE... ENJOY!!!!!!

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Reviews and subscibers are ALWAYS welcome :) :)

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There will be maybe three parts? I don't know yet....

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PART ONE:

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Bom groaned for the nth time, fuming. She muttered under her breath before shoving her hands into the black hole of her purse. Hissing out an impressive string of profanity, she gutted the bag and shook it viciously, watching all the contents trickle out to the bed in clumps. Flinging the handbag aside, she prodded the scattered effects and swore again. Nothing.

Puffing her cheeks, she veered the pedals of her wheelchair and rolled forward to the bathroom again. She poked her head under the sink cabinet and ransacked every square inch of wooden space.  Finding nothing, she flew her head back and let out a savage scream.

This could not be happening.

It just could not.

For the last hour and a half, Bom had raided, vandalized, and ravaged every room in the condo, refraining from bursting the very arteries in her head that kept her sane. The previous escapade spent amidst the useless plunders only led to one horrifying conclusion:

There was not a single tampon to be found in T.O.P.’s fortress.

What  the hell were you thinking? She fumed ferociously. He’s a man, for Chrissake! He doesn’t HAVE a place to shove it into—He sure as hell won't use it for his nose and he certainly doesn’t bleed monthly like you!

Bom gnashed her teeth and scowled at her white, cocooned leg. The bulky cast and the wheelchair made her any movement or trip outside nearly impossible and an aggravating one. If she hadn’t lost her footing due to her death-defying pumps on stage, she wouldn’t have been in this petty, hair-pulling turmoil. Since the harrowing incident, she had been caged in Seunghyun’s flat (for some reason the only place YG and the girls had deemed was big and safe enough for her), unable to leave without his ever vigilant eye—he wouldn’t tolerate it. It also didn’t help that he was so damn protective and invasive—helping her to the loo, for Pete’s sake!

But this was an utterly different matter. Up to this very moment, Seunghyun had been respectfully thorough in stepping into the guardian role. He had filled the vacant, bachelor liberties with any and all female necessities essential for stress-free healing. ALL. BUT. THIS.

Bom rubbed her temples and winced when there was a familiar sharp pang on her lower stomach.

Oh, . The cramps were starting.

She needed to leave the house--NOW.

She raced to her guest bedroom, snatched her wallet, keys and reached for her jacket when she heard the door swing open. Seunghyun had barely snuck off his boots when Bom ambushed him.

“Tabi, I need go out.”

Seunghyun shook off his winter coat before grinning. “Good evening to you too, Noona. Is everything all right?”

“No. No, it’s not. I really need to get out of here.”

A strange expression shuttered his face before it quickly lapsed. “Are… are you uncomfortable here?” He slowly stepped forward and ran an unsure hand through his styled hair. “Because if you are, I can make sure—”

 “No, no, no. It’s not that. I’m just…I just—” Bom struggled, face burning.

“Let me make you some hot jasmine tea and buttered corn. I’m sure that’ll make things a bit better?” Seunghyun offered and started towards the kitchen when he noted her pained expression. He titled his head, concern rising.

“Noona. Are you… Are you all right? Do you have a headache again?”

Bom’s face ballooned into a very red tomato. “I just-- Tabi. I really just need to go out to buy some important things. I won’t be long. I just… just…”

Seunghyun looked down at her trembling lips and sighed sullenly. “Noona, I know you’re uncomfortable living in my apartment. But for now just bear with me and I promise to make your recovery painless. You won’t even know I’m here. What do you say?”

Park Bom let out a strained groan and buried her face between her fingers.

“Noona?”

The younger man knelt before her, outstretching his hands. “Noona?”

“GODBLOODYHELLDAMMIT, SEUNGHYUN! I NEED TAMPONS!”

Bom snapped her head up and peered through the strings of her velvet hair, her face hilariously matching. Seunghyun froze, hands suspended in mid-air as his blank expression shifted from placid horror to composed realization. He blinked, rooted eternally to his spot while masked panic coursed through his veins. Wordlessly, he straightened and slipping on his suit jacket, gave a curt nod.

“Sorry about that, Noona. I’ll go and bring some for you.”

And with that, he his heels to slink fearlessly through the doorway.

Park Bom lingered in front of the closed door. She remained glued, her face flushing when an eerie and unsettling feeling of demoralizing terror settled her already shaken nerves.

She hadn’t specified the type…

TBC... Seriously... TBC...

How will poor TOP fare? ahah, PROPS to a great friend of mine, TIMEKEEPS89, for the outline!