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Y/N WAS FUMING... Her blood boiled as she stomped ahead of Kwon, arms crossed tightly over her chest, jaw clenched so hard it might crack. The dinner they had planned to enjoy was long forgotten. They had barely stepped out of the elevator before their argument escalated, and now they were in some empty side room of the hotel, still going at it.
"You had no right," The y/h/c-haired girl hissed, her voice sharp and unwavering. "No right to get in Tory's head like that!"
Kwon groaned, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. "For the last time, I didn't do anything to her! She made the choice herself, I just... gave her a push."
"A push," y/n echoed, eyes narrowing as she turned to face him fully once they were inside her room. "You mean you manipulated her."
The boy scoffed. "Oh my god, stop making me sound like some evil mastermind! Do I look like that man... Jerry Withers to you? I didn't brainwash her. She was already doubting herself, already thinking about dropping out. I just--"
"You just conveniently put the paperwork in her hand, conveniently told her about the form you saw that pony-tailed asshole discuss with Gunther."
"That's exactly what happened!" Kwon threw his arms up. "What was I supposed to do? Just ignore it? Just sit there and let her stress about it when I knew she wanted out?"
Y/n inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to steady her breathing. "You should've talked to me first."
"Oh, right. Because you would've totally been reasonable about it," Kwon deadpanned. "Look at you now! You're acting like I just committed a war crime."
"Because it's Tory!" Y/n's voice rose, her anger spilling over. "She- she fights harder than anyone, and she wanted this!"
"Did she?" The boy challenged, stepping closer. His tone was calm, but there was something almost taunting in his voice. "Because from what I saw, she was barely keeping it together. She was thinking about dropping out even before I showed her the form. You wanna blame someone? Blame the pressure, blame Kreese, blame whatever messed-up sense of loyalty she has to this team. But don't blame me for giving her the way out she already wanted."
The girl clenched her fists. She hated that there was truth in what he was saying. Hated that, as much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn't fully deny that the blonde had been struggling.
But it still didn't sit right with her.
"She deserved to make that decision without your interference," she muttered, her voice quieter now but no less firm.
