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KWON SAT IN HIS CHAIR, his knee bouncing uncontrollably as he stared at his phone. It sat propped against a cup on the table, angled perfectly to catch his face when the call came through. His hands were clasped together tightly, the tension evident in the way his knuckles turned white. He had been sitting there for nearly twenty minutes, his mind racing. After hours of back-and-forth texting and what could only be described as desperate begging, Aisha Robinson had finally agreed to speak with him.
Aisha Robinson. The name alone made his chest tighten. She was y/n's best friend—the one person who could either make or break any hope he had of reconciling. If this conversation went badly, he knew he'd have no chance of fixing things. And he needed to fix things.
When the screen lit up, signaling the incoming video call, Kwon's breath hitched. For a moment, he hesitated, his finger hovering over the "accept" button. Then, steeling himself, he tapped the screen and leaned forward.
Aisha's face appeared, her expression unreadable. Her tight curls resembling the mane of a lion, and she wore a simple grey hoodie. She looked calm, but her eyes carried a weight that immediately made Kwon feel like he was under a spotlight.
"Korn," she greeted, her tone neutral but firm.
"Y/n's... friend," he replied, his voice betraying the nervousness he felt. "Thanks for taking the time to talk to me. I know this is weird."
Aisha raised an eyebrow. "Weird doesn't even begin to cover it," she said, folding her arms. "Look, I'm only doing this because I don't think you're the type to hurt y/n/n intentionally. But let's be clear—if you give me any reason to think otherwise, this conversation is over."
Kwon nodded quickly. "I get it. Completely. And I'm not here to make excuses or anything. I just... I need you to understand where I'm coming from."
"Alright," Aisha said, leaning back in her chair. "Start talking."
Kwon took a deep breath. "Look, I know I messed up. I know things between me and y/n have been... complicated. But I swear, I never meant to hurt her. It's just—everything got so messy so fast. I didn't know how to handle it."
Aisha's expression didn't change. She gave him a pointed look, waiting for him to continue.
"She means a lot to me," Kwon admitted, his voice softer now. "Probably more than I've ever let anybody know. But I'm not good at this stuff. I'm not good at saying how I feel or... figuring things out when I'm in the moment."
