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It was only about 5pm and Jisung's mom was bound to be back any second now. He called her 3 times already and yet she didn't pick up.. maybe she was in the subway still and she'd call back when she had signal. He was 2 days into his period; his flow was heavy and he was on his last tampon (that wasn't even his but his moms) and he reckoned since she was out she could go grab some on her way. The whole day Jisung spent crying in bed, curled up in a ball and only getting up to change his pad and to take some medications. He even left for a bit to walk the dog (he had to take multiple breaks due to the pain).
Just as he heard the door open, two alerts shook his phone.
- We're nearly home.
- I hope you walked the dog !!
"Mom!! Why didn't you call back??"
"I texted you. Did you walk the dog?"
"Yeah- we weren't out for too long though"
"You're so fucking lazy Jisung !! Completely useless. You want me to do all the work ! Why do you treat me so badly?? You hate me don't you?"
"But-"
"But what?? Is there a problem?"
"I'm out of pads... That's why I called you"
" You should've texted me instead" She wouldn't stop yelling at the boy infront of her
"I thought you'd call back.. but seriously I'm totally out"
She scoffed.. "That's not my problem is it?"
"Huh??"
"It's not my problem."
"Can't you go to the store quickly??"
"No." She continued shouting at him, his brain blocking out all the other words as he ran upstairs, tears in his eyes.
He was already used to her forgetting to buy him food, pick him up, to call him even when he was out in dangerous places or even forgetting about him. But plainly refusing to get him sanitary products was... a bit far. He was broke and could barely move from his bed... what was he supposed to do. He heard footsteps and then his door slamming open. And then something hitting his head. A pack of thin pads from the downstairs toilet that always fucked up or let him bleed through instantly.
"You have these."
"You know I can't use these."
"Not. My. Problem" And then the door slammed shut.
A couple minutes later he dragged himself out of bed, throwing on his hoodie and a mask, grabbing his headphones and putting his shoes on. As he left the house, he heard his mother calling behind him but he just ignored her. The bus ride took longer than it should have and by the time he got to the grocery store, it was 18:03.. it was a Sunday and the shops closed early. Fuck. He was in the parking lot when he broke down. Jisung was crouched against a brick wall, sobbing into his hands, not caring if anyone saw him.
"Shit. Jisung?" He looked up to see Minho.. his closest friend. Well they might've been a bit more than friends but it wasn't official.
"Min.." The boy broke down in sobs again at the sight of him, waves of emotions crashing over him
Minho sat down beside him, taking the younger into his arms.
"What's wrong love?"
"I'm so tired and mom wouldn't get me any pads and she hates me and my period fucking sucks and I've been doing really shit recently and I don't know what to do Min"
"Woah.. okay let's start from what happened today hm?"
The smaller boy explained what had happened while Minho hugged him tightly, providing warmth and comfort.
" I see Sung.. Well I think I still have some pads at mine from that time you stayed with me for a week? Wanna stay at mine again for a bit?"
"But.. I wasn't on my period back then"
"Yeah I know but I got some just incase"
A small blush crept up on Jisung's face as he nodded
"Well.. yeah I'd like that."
"Let's get going then. We can order some pizza and maybe go to the corner shop for some of your favourite snacks hm?"
"Sounds amazing Minho... Thank you"
"Sshhhh don't thank me."