Babymonster One Shot

Guitar Dreams and Heartstrings | CHIYEON

Chiquita had always admired Ahyeon's musical talent. Watching Ahyeon effortlessly glide her fingers over the guitar strings, creating melodies that seemed to float on air, had ignited a spark in Chiquita. Determined to share in that magic, she decided to learn the guitar herself. Naturally, she turned to Ahyeon, her girlfriend, for guidance.

One sunny Saturday afternoon, Chiquita found herself perched on the edge of the living room couch, the guitar nearly as big as she was. Ahyeon, ever the patient teacher and her loving girlfriend, sat beside her, radiating encouragement. "Alright, let's start with the basics," Ahyeon said, her voice soothing. She demonstrated how to hold the guitar, positioning Chiquita's fingers on the frets.

Chiquita tried to mimic Ahyeon's movements, but her fingers felt clumsy and uncooperative. Every chord she attempted seemed to produce a discordant sound rather than the harmonious notes Ahyeon made look so effortless. Despite her determination, Chiquita's frustration mounted with each passing day. She spent hours practicing, but progress felt agonizingly slow.

Ahyeon, however, remained a pillar of patience. She offered gentle corrections and supportive words, her unwavering belief in Chiquita's potential never faltering. "You're doing great," she would say, even as Chiquita's attempts often resulted in a mess of sour notes.

Days passed, and Chiquita's frustration reached its peak one evening after another challenging practice session. With a sigh, she placed the guitar down with a mix of exhaustion and resignation. "I don't think I'm getting any better," she confessed, her voice tinged with defeat. "No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get it right."

Ahyeon, who had been watching with a mixture of concern and admiration, reached out and touched Chiquita's arm reassuringly. "Chiquita, you've made so much progress," she said softly. "Learning an instrument is tough, and it takes time. Don't be too hard on yourself."

Chiquita looked at Ahyeon, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "You know," she said with a teasing grin, "I think your pussy is the only thing I can expertly use my finger on."

Ahyeon's cheeks flushed a deep red, her eyes widening in surprise. She playfully swatted Chiquita's arm, her laughter bubbling up despite her embarrassment. "You're impossible!" she exclaimed, her tone light-hearted. "Maybe you should try a different instrument. You might find something that suits you better."

Chiquita raised an eyebrow, her smile softening as she considered the suggestion. "Like what?"

Ahyeon's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "How about the piano or drums? I bet you've got a natural rhythm that could shine with either of those."

Chiquita leaned in, her affection for Ahyeon evident in her gaze. She placed a tender kiss on Ahyeon's cheek, her smile full of gratitude. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I'll definitely give those a try."

Ahyeon's smile grew, her relief and joy clear. "I'm always here for you, no matter what. I know you'll find the perfect instrument for you."

As they sat together, the guitar temporarily forgotten, Chiquita felt a profound sense of appreciation. It wasn't just about mastering the guitar; it was about the unwavering support and love Ahyeon had shown her throughout the process. Chiquita realized that even if she never became a guitar virtuoso, the real harmony came from the bond she shared with Ahyeon. And in that moment, resting her head on Ahyeon's shoulder, Chiquita understood that the most beautiful music came from the heart, not just the strings.