Babymonster One Shot

Love On The Brink | CHIYEON

Chiquita stormed into the apartment, slamming the door behind her with a force that rattled the walls. Her hands shook with the adrenaline still coursing through her veins from the argument that had erupted in the parking lot. She could hear Ahyeon’s footsteps close behind her, quick and angry, matching the rising tension between them.

“You can’t just walk away every time we have an argument, Chiquita!” Ahyeon’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration. She kicked off her shoes by the door, her eyes blazing as she followed Chiquita into the living room. “We need to talk about this!”

Chiquita spun around, her eyes narrowing as her anger flared. “What do you want from me, Ahyeon? That I can’t have a life outside of this marriage? That I have to be at your beck and call every minute of the day?”

“That’s not what this is about!” Ahyeon fired back, her hands trembling as she fought to keep her voice steady. “It’s about you acting like you’re still single! You disappear for hours, ignore my calls, and then come home drunk like I don’t even exist!”

Chiquita scoffed, her frustration boiling over. “God, Ahyeon, you’re overreacting! I’m allowed to have fun. It’s just a night out with my friends! I don’t see why that’s such a big deal.”

Ahyeon’s eyes flashed with hurt, her voice rising in pitch. “The big deal? The big deal is that you’re my wife! Every time I call, you’re out drinking, partying, and treating this marriage like it’s some optional commitment. You don’t even care how I feel, do you?”

“Of course, I care!” Chiquita shouted back, her voice cracking as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. “But you can’t expect me to just sit around and do nothing all the time. I need to let off some steam too!”

“Let off steam?” Ahyeon’s voice broke, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “You’re not letting off steam—you’re avoiding me. Avoiding us. Every time you go out, every time you don’t answer your phone, it feels like I don’t matter to you anymore.”

Chiquita flinched at Ahyeon’s words, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down. “I’m still here, aren’t I? I come home to you every night. What more do you want from me?”

“I want a wife, Chiquita!” Ahyeon screamed, her voice raw with emotion. “Not someone who stumbles through the door at two in the morning, too drunk to even remember that I’m waiting for you! I want a partner who actually gives a damn about this marriage!”

“I do care about this marriage!” Chiquita yelled, her anger flaring even higher. “But I’m not going to let you control my life just because you’re insecure. I have friends, I have a life outside of you!”

“Insecure?!” Ahyeon’s voice was incredulous, her hands shaking as she pointed an accusing finger at Chiquita. “This isn’t about me being insecure. This is about you being selfish! You’re so caught up in your own world that you can’t even see how much you’re hurting me.”

Chiquita clenched her fists, her anger burning hot inside her. “I’m not selfish! I’ve given you everything, Ahyeon. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to act like you’re married!” Ahyeon screamed, her voice cracking as the tears finally spilled over. “I want you to stop pretending like this is some casual fling you can ignore whenever it suits you. I’m your wife, Chiquita! I should be your priority, not your friends, not your parties, me!”

Chiquita felt the sting of Ahyeon’s words like a punch to the gut. Deep down, she knew Ahyeon was right, but the frustration and anger wouldn’t let her admit it. She’d been spending more time out, avoiding the responsibilities of their marriage, but she hadn’t realized how much it was affecting Ahyeon.

“I never meant to hurt you,” Chiquita muttered, her voice quieter but still tense. “I just needed a break from everything. From the pressure, from all the expectations.”

“A break?” Ahyeon’s voice was a mixture of disbelief and sadness. “You needed a break from me? From us?”

Chiquita’s heart sank at the way Ahyeon’s voice wavered, the pain clear in her words. “No… not from you. Just from everything else. I didn’t mean for it to feel like I was running away.”

“But that’s exactly what you’ve been doing!” Ahyeon shouted, wiping her tears angrily with the back of her hand. “You’ve been running away from me, from this marriage, every time you walk out that door. And I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not.”

The room fell into a tense silence as Chiquita stared at the floor, the weight of Ahyeon’s words crashing down on her. She had been selfish, thinking only about her own need to escape, without considering how much it was hurting the person she loved the most.

“I’m sorry,” Chiquita whispered, her voice thick with guilt. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”

Ahyeon took a shaky breath, her voice quieter now but still heavy with emotion. “I don’t want to control you, Chiquita. I just want to feel like I matter to you. Like I’m not just some afterthought when you’re done having fun.”

Chiquita swallowed hard, stepping closer to Ahyeon and reaching for her hand. “You’re not an afterthought, Ahyeon. I love you. I swear, I’ll do better. I’ll make time for us. For you.”

Ahyeon’s eyes softened, though the hurt was still there. “I don’t want promises. I want you to show me that I’m important. That this marriage matters to you as much as it does to me.”

“I will,” Chiquita said, her voice firm with conviction. “I’ll show you. No more running away, no more putting everything else first. You deserve more, and I’ll give it to you.”

Ahyeon let out a shaky sigh, stepping into Chiquita’s arms as she rested her head against her shoulder. “That’s all I need, Chiquita. Just you. Just us.”

Chiquita held her tightly, the realization of how close she had come to losing the most important person in her life sinking in. She pressed a soft kiss to Ahyeon’s forehead, whispering against her skin, “I’m all yours. I promise.”

Ahyeon closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as she whispered back, “Just don’t break my heart again.”

Chiquita’s grip tightened, her heart aching with the weight of her mistakes. “I won’t. I swear.”

For the first time in a long while, Chiquita felt the tension between them start to lift, the anger and frustration giving way to something softer, something fragile but real. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, she knew she had to fight for this—for them—because losing Ahyeon was not an option.