Blood And Dead Cells

                                    

                                          
That day, we went on sightseeing around Banglore city. It can't be called sightseeing much as we majorly bought Yoongi clothes for his stay. While he insisted upon plain white T-shirts, Jungkook ensured that his brother's wardrobe looked like a rainbow. Yoongi reached his peak of frustration when he came out of the dressing room wearing a pink T-shirt that had white leaves pattern and a sleeping cat on the chest. Although it perfectly matched the Yoongi vibes, we knew it was the time to move out of the store or else our lives would be in danger.
                          
Jungkook couldn't stop laughing at how cute Yoongi looked in that pink T-shirt. I highly doubted if we would ever be seeing him in that again.
                          
I took them into the bookstore called BrewBooks. I knew both the brothers loved books a lot. After food, books were the only thing that could lure them. Yoongi particularly loved books to the moon and back. When we came out of the bookstore, Jungkook had in his hands, three books and Yoongi had a job.
                          
I was quite pissed at him for offering the owner to work there. But Yoongi, if once decided something, would stop at nothing, I knew that.
                          
***
                          
I groaned and finally opened my eyes when the sticky wet feeling between my legs grew stronger. Someone was knocking at the door. But I remember, I had left the door open before I went to sleep. That doesn't make sense...
                          
I jerked and sat upright once I realized what it was. I had woken up in the pool of my own blood. The bedsheet around my waist was soaked in red. How the hell did I not wake up throughout the night?!
                          
To add to my misery and embarrassment, Yoongi stood at the door looking at me. He was the one knocking. I realized I had no sheets near me to cover myself up. Besides, the sudden body movement caused cramp pain to shoot up in my stomach.
                          
I simply looked down and said, "Yoongi, please go. I'll get a bath and clean this."
                          
Instead of walking away, he walked into my room, came to the side of my bed, and said, "Just go get a bath. I'll manage this bedsheet." 
                          
I looked at him in disbelief. "Its blood. It's dirty..." I mumbled.
                          
"Since when have you started thinking about it like this?" He countered, "It's just blood and dead cells. When people tolerate blood and dead bodies in movies as if it is nothing, periods certainly isn't something gross."
                          
Without letting me speak another word, he helped me out of the bed and practically pushed me towards the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and stepped into the shower.
                          
I hadn't said it was dirty because I felt so, but because I wanted him to leave the room. How very wrong judgment of me. Yoongi hasn't changed a bit...
                          
I practically ran out of the classroom after taking the sanitary napkin out of my bag and covering it with the only handkerchief I had because it did not fit into my skirt's pocket.
                          
Pockets should be like poetry. Deep enough to be meaningful!
                          
I had felt myself dripping since the middle of the last class but I could not walk out of the class just like that. Now, I was worried if I had once again made the wrong decision to wait.
                          
I was running through the corridor when one careless guy came out of nowhere and I crashed into him. The sanitary napkin slipped out of my hand as well as its handkerchief cover. Now, there, in the middle of the corridor, I had around 10 people staring at me and the sanitary napkin as if I had been carrying some drugs. Girls had sympathetic expressions while the boys just did not know how to react.
                          
The guy who bumped into me, apologized and walked away in the opposite direction as fast as he could. I stood up and began to walk towards the washrooms when Yoongi, just like the guy before, came out of nowhere and began walking behind me.
                          
"Where do you think you are following me?" I said, knowing it was him.
                          
"My next few words might not be very decent but trust me, your skirt is no longer a pretty sight." He replied and followed me all the way to the girls' washroom.
                          
Our skirt was black in color, but still, the stain edges would have shown. And I had left my jacket in the classroom in hurry. I turned around and mumbled, "Please ask Ha-Neul to bring me my jacket." I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. I was almost in tears.
                          
He took a careful step forward, stooped lower to face me, and said very softly, "Yah! You don't have to feel embarrassed about it. It's okay. It's just blood and dead cells. I'll ask Ha-Neul to come here, okay?"
                          
I nodded and dashed into the washroom. The skirt was washed and it took around the time equivalent to the next class to dry. Ha-Neul had brought my jacket and asked if she should stay with me but I told her not to worry.
                          
I put on the now damp but almost dry skirt, came out of my stall, wore my jacket, and walked back to my class, head held up in confidence.
                          
I was greeted with some looks as I entered the class but ignoring them I took my seat on the second desk from the front and turned around, my eyes looking for the face that had made everything alright.
                          
Yoongi was already looking at me with an 'Are you okay?' look. I nodded and mouthed him 'thank you'. He smiled back.
                          
If it was not for Yoongi's words, I would have taken a leave from school for the next day in embarrassment. But he was right.
                          
After all, it was just blood and dead cells...
                          
"Do you happen to have hydrogen peroxide?" A knock on my bathroom door brought me back to the present. Yes, I did. Hydrogen peroxide was something I needed every month given the careless woman I was. I took the bottle out of the cabinet and held the hand out of the door.
                          
After half an hour of the shower, I managed to drag my dressed self out of the bathroom to find my bed covered in a new bedsheet and the mattress stain cleaned. I slumped down on the bed as the cramps and pain had begun to set in.
                          
Someone knocked on the door and I looked up to see Yoongi standing there. "The old covers are drying on the roof. And here is your peroxide bottle." He placed the now nearly empty bottle on the table. 
                          
I had to buy a new one and I kept forgetting it. 
                          
Yoongi began to walk out of the door and said without turning back, "Come out in the living room. Let's watch a movie while you have your pancakes Jungkook made this morning."
                          
I just realized Jungkook had his first day at college today. "When did he leave?" I called behind him.
                          
"He was leaving when I came to wake you up." He replied.
                          
A warm sweet smell filled my nostrils and I knew Jungkook hadn't made them before he left. The pancakes would have turned cold till now. 
                          
Yoongi turned his head a little towards me as I was walking behind him and said, "I might have asked him to bring ice cream while he returned."
                          
I quite literally had to control my urge to hug him from behind. Periods always took over my emotional system.
                          
That evening we enjoyed tubs of chocolate and butterscotch ice creams.
                          
***
                          
A/n: Hey everyone! I saw that line about pockets on Instagram. Also, menstruation is completely normal hence, we really need to destigmatize it.
                          
Stay safe, healthy, and happy. Hoping for better days to come.
                          
Love you all.