Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 36 :

The café buzzed with the usual evening crowd. Becky stood behind the counter, her apron tied neatly, her bright smile lighting up the room. Nop, her childhood friend, had stopped by to check on her after his shift. Their friendly banter and shared laughter filled the small space, earning glances from some customers nearby.

"They look so perfect together, don't they?" one whispered to another.

"Yeah, totally! What a cute pair!"

The words floated through the air, landing right in Freen's ears as he entered the café, ready to surprise Becky. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of her laughing freely with Nop. His heart twisted painfully, jealousy flaring as he clenched his fists. The customers' comments only added fuel to the fire.

Becky, oblivious to Freen's presence, leaned forward to grab a napkin that Nop held out, her laugh ringing out like music. Freen couldn't bear it any longer. Without a word, he spun around, storming out of the café and ignoring Becky's bright, "See you soon!" meant for the departing Nop.

Freen drove aimlessly through the city, his mind racing with irrational thoughts. Does she prefer him? Is she happier with Nop? Am I just a fool who can't keep her attention?

Unable to calm himself, he headed straight to a bar owned by Noey. The pounding music and dim lights did little to ease his turmoil, but the alcohol offered a temporary reprieve. Sitting at a secluded corner table, Freen nursed his drink, drowning his feelings with each gulp.

Noey noticed him and approached cautiously. "Freen, what's going on? You look like hell."

"Nothing," Freen slurred, his eyes glassy. "Just celebrating being... second place."

"What are you talking about?" Noey asked, confused.

"She doesn't want me," Freen mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "Why would she? She's got Nop. He's perfect. Not... broken like me."

Before Noey could stop him, Freen grabbed a passing waitress's hand, mistaking her for Becky in his drunken haze. "Becbec," he murmured, his voice cracking. "Why him? Why not me? Don't I make you happy?"

The waitress froze, her eyes wide, and Noey quickly intervened, prying Freen's hand away. "Okay, that's enough for you," she said, signaling her staff to keep an eye on him.

Back at the café, Becky anxiously watched the clock. Freen was late—something he rarely was. She had called him several times, but his phone was off. With every passing minute, her worry grew.

"Irin," Becky said, her voice trembling, "something's wrong. Freen always tells me if he's running late. What if something's happened?"

"Calm down, Becbec," Irin said gently, though her own concern was evident. "Let's call Nam. She'll know what to do."

Nam responded immediately, pulling in a trusted worker to track Freen's location. It didn't take long for them to find him.

"He's at Noey's bar," Nam informed Becky.

Becky's heart sank. A bar? Why would he... Shaking off her thoughts, she grabbed her coat. "Let's go."

When Becky, Nam, and Irin arrived at the bar, they spotted Freen slouched in the corner, a girl by his side. The girl appeared to be trying to help him sit up, but Freen's drunken state made her efforts awkward.

"Becbec," Freen muttered, his voice slurred but full of pain. "Why'd you choose him over me? Am I not enough?"

Becky's blood boiled. She marched over, startling the girl who immediately stepped back. Becky's hands were on her hips, her usual soft demeanor replaced by a fiery glare.

"Who do you think you are, touching my Freen?" she snapped at the girl, who looked terrified.

"Becbec?" Freen looked up, his vision blurry. "Is that really you?"

"Yes, it's me!" Becky said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and worry. "And you're a complete idiot! How could you turn off your phone and come here, acting like this?"

Freen reached for her hand, tears brimming in his eyes. "I thought... I thought you didn't want me anymore," he mumbled. "I can't lose you, Becbec. Not like I lost them..."

Becky's anger softened as she realized the depth of his insecurities. Kneeling beside him, she cupped his face. "You're not losing me, Bunny. I'm yours, always."

Freen leaned into her touch, his tears spilling over. "Promise me," he whispered.

"I promise," Becky said, pulling him into a hug.

Back at the Mansion

After dragging Freen home, Becky helped him to their room. Freen, still slightly drunk, flopped onto the bed and pulled her down with him.

"Becbec," he murmured, his voice sleepy but sincere, "you're my whole world. Don't ever leave me."

"I won't, Bunny," Becky said softly, brushing his hair back. "Now rest."

But Freen wasn't done. "If you ever leave, I'll follow you. Even if it's the moon."

Becky giggled despite herself. "The moon, huh? You really are dramatic."

"You love it," Freen said, his eyes fluttering shut.

As he drifted off, Becky kissed his forehead, whispering, "I do."

The Next Morning

Freen woke with a pounding headache and vague memories of the previous night. Becky sat beside him, holding a glass of water.

"Drink," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Freen obeyed, watching her carefully. "Are you mad?" he asked cautiously.

"Of course I'm mad!" Becky said, setting the glass down. "But I'm also glad you're okay."

Freen reached for her hand, pulling her onto his lap. "I'm sorry," he said, burying his face in her shoulder. "I was stupid."

"You were," Becky agreed, stroking his hair. "But you're my stupid Bunny."

Freen smiled, his heart swelling with love. "And you're my Becbec. Forever."

As they sat together, holding each other close, they knew that no matter what challenges came their way, their love would always be strong enough to overcome them.