Before she knew it, Na-Yeon's phone rang, the screen lighting up with her mother's name. Her heart skipped a beat—she already knew why she was calling. Without hesitation, she answered.
"Hello?" she said quickly.
"Na-Yeon, where are you?" Yeon-Ah's voice was laced with worry. "Ha-Seong already came home, but you're still not back. It's late."
Na-Yeon exhaled in relief, at least knowing that her mother hadn't assumed the worst. "I'm literally downstairs, Mom," she reassured her. "I'm at Travis's place."
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft hum of curiosity. "Oh? With Travis?" Yeon-Ah's tone shifted slightly, amusement creeping in. "Are you two dating?"
Na-Yeon nearly choked on air. "What? No! Of course not!" she blurted out without hesitation.
Travis, who had been lounging beside her, raised an eyebrow at her immediate denial. His lips pressed together slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in mild irritation.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, Yeon-Ah sighed—but not out of disappointment. It was relief.
'Why am I relieved by that?' she wondered, her brows furrowing at her own reaction.
"Alright, come back now," she said, shaking the thought away. "I'm about to lock up."
Na-Yeon let out a small sigh. "Okay, Mom. I'll be right there." She ended the call and slipped her phone into her pocket before standing up.
Travis watched her stretch slightly, rolling her shoulders. He was relieved too—not because she was leaving, but because he was dead tired.
"I have to go now," she said, brushing her hair back. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Travis pushed himself up from the couch and followed her to the door. As she stepped outside, she turned back toward him, hesitating for just a second before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.
Travis blinked. Before he could react, she spun around and darted toward the stairwell, her steps light as if she were escaping the scene.
He stood there for a moment, rubbing his cheek absentmindedly before scoffing. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her disappear.
'She can be cute when she's not being annoying. No idea how Ha-Seong deals with her every day... Oh well, I'm gonna date her either way,' he thought before shutting the door behind him.
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When Na-Yeon got back, she locked the door behind her with a quiet click, her heart pounding in her chest. Her legs felt weak, her skin burning with anticipation. She rushed to her room, barely making it before she started peeling off her clothes, each layer feeling too suffocating to bear. As the cool air kissed her exposed skin, a shiver ran through her body—not from the chill, but from the overwhelming heat pooling inside her.
Her mind was already filled with him. Travis. Every little detail of him replayed in her thoughts—the way his voice sent tingles down her spine, the way his hands looked strong yet gentle, the way his gaze lingered just long enough to make her stomach flip. Her lust was beyond control, spilling over the edges, drowning her in need. And so, she did what anyone would do when lost in desire, letting her imagination take over as her hands traced the path her thoughts craved.
Downstairs, in the dimly lit solitude of her own room, Yeon-Ah lay sprawled across her bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been a day since she last surrendered to her thoughts of Travis, but something had changed. The feeling hadn't faded; if anything, it had grown worse.
The entire day had been consumed by him. His voice, his face, the way he moved—it was as if her mind refused to focus on anything else. No matter how much she tried to push him aside, he remained there, stubborn and unrelenting. It was infuriating... and yet, deep down, she didn't care.
'Well, I'm not dense enough to say I don't know what I'm feeling,' she admitted to herself, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. 'Honestly, no matter how hard I deny it…'
She exhaled sharply, frustration and longing intertwining in her chest. Travis was young—too young for her to be thinking about him like this.
' Too young for me to be wanting him like this. '
It felt selfish, almost cruel. His youth was something she had no right to taint.
'So I'll have to restrain myself,' she resolved, clenching her jaw.
But as the thought settled, so did a bitter truth—resisting would be harder than she ever expected.
....
The Next Day
Travis woke up feeling well-rested, stretching his arms as he lay in bed. He had no particular plans for the day, just another lazy morning—until his phone buzzed. Reaching over, he grabbed it and checked the screen.
A message from Na-Yeon.
Na-Yeon: Class meet-up tonight at a local bar. You in?
Travis smirked. He knew damn well what that meant.
'I'll be fucking Na-Yeon and... tonight. Damn, that's gonna be a lot of work. But I don't care.'
With that in mind, he rolled out of bed and headed straight for the shower. The warm water cascaded over his skin as he scrubbed himself down, making sure to clean every inch—especially below the belt. 'Gotta make sure the ladies are pleased.'
After finishing up, he stepped out, dried off, and got dressed in something stylish but effortless. A crisp button-up, fitted jeans, and just enough cologne to leave an impression. With a final check in the mirror, he grabbed his phone and wallet before heading out.
At Yeon-Ah's Apartment
Travis walked upstairs and knocked on the door. It didn't take long before Yeon-Ah opened it, standing there in casual lounge wear—an oversized T-shirt barely covering the tops of her thighs.
He smiled, eyes drifting briefly over her legs before meeting her gaze.
"Hey, Noona," he greeted smoothly.
She returned his smile, stepping aside to let him in. "Hi, Travis. What a surprise. Did you come to check on me?"
"Yeah, I mean, it's been a whole day since I last saw you. Maybe that was what was missing from yesterday," he said, his tone playful yet low enough to send a shiver up her spine.
Yeon-Ah blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're such a tease, Travis. You probably say that to all the girls."
"No," he countered, his voice dipping into a rich baritone. "Just the beautiful ones."
She sucked in a sharp breath, her thighs pressing together instinctively. 'I don't think I can hold back…'
Travis, ever observant, glanced at her lust meter and nearly chuckled when it shot up to 100 in mere seconds.
She cleared her throat, trying to regain composure. "Oh, why thank you. Are you waiting for Na-Yeon and Ha-Seong? If you are, come sit with me on the couch."
He nodded, following her to the living room. As she walked ahead of him, his eyes locked onto her pantyless ass peeking from under the T-shirt. A slow smirk curled his lips. 'Damn, she really isn't making this easy.'
They settled onto the couch, conversation flowing naturally. Though casual at first, there were lingering touches, flirtatious glances. Yeon-Ah, always confident, rested a hand on his thigh, her fingers stroking slow, deliberate patterns.
Travis felt the heat between them grow.
"You're so tense," she murmured, guiding his head onto her lap.
He raised an eyebrow but didn't protest, enjoying the intimacy. Yeon-Ah, with a tenderness that sent a strange warmth through his chest, started cleaning his ears—an oddly personal gesture, but he wasn't about to stop her. The way her fingers brushed against him, her nails lightly scratching his skin, only added to the tension.
Once she finished, he lifted his head, their faces inches apart.
Their breaths mingled. Their eyes locked.
Neither of them moved at first, but the pull between them was undeniable.
One of them was about to break.
But just as the moment between them was about to break into something more, Travis heard footsteps coming down the stairs. His body reacted instantly, shifting into a normal sitting position at lightning speed, disguising any evidence of the tension that had just passed between him and Yeon-Ah.
Ha-Seong appeared, stumbling into the living room in a half-asleep daze. His hair was messy, and he rubbed his eyes sluggishly before offering a lazy wave.
"Yo," he muttered before dragging himself into the kitchen.
Travis exhaled, adjusting his posture further just in case. Yeon-Ah, still flustered, crossed her legs and pretended to be engrossed in the television.
A moment later, Ha-Seong called out from the kitchen, voice still groggy.
"Yo, Travis. Can I come over for some gaming at your place today?"
Travis glanced over his shoulder. "Sure, bro. Just don't stay too long." He got up, subtly using the time-tested, hidden male technique of tucking at light speed to keep himself looking composed before walking over. He pulled his keys from his pocket and tossed them over.
"Here, just let yourself in."
Ha-Seong caught the keys effortlessly, yawning as he leaned against the counter. "You're not going to the class meet tonight?" Travis asked, curious.
"Nah, those things are always lame. Same people, same conversations. I'd rather just chill and play games." He pocketed the keys. "Thanks, though."
"Don't mention it."
Just then, Na-Yeon appeared at the top of the stairs. Her oversized T-shirt was slipping off one shoulder, her hair a complete mess. It was obvious she had just woken up.
The moment she laid eyes on Travis, her sleepy brain seemed to kick into overdrive. Her eyes widened, and without saying a word, she turned right back around and bolted up the stairs.
Travis chuckled, shaking his head. "Damn, she must be a hard sleeper."
"You have no idea," Ha-Seong muttered, pouring himself a glass of water. "Even if the house was on fire, she wouldn't wake up."
Travis squinted slightly. 'Wait… how would you even know if the house was on fire if you're asleep? Oh, right. The alarm would ring. Damn, sometimes I act dumb as hell.'
Meanwhile, Yeon-Ah stood up from the couch. The moment she did, she realized the mess she had left behind. A damp spot on the cushion revealed just how much their earlier interaction had affected her.
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly pulled her dress down to cover herself. 'I'll have to wait for them all to leave before I clean this up…' she thought, shifting uncomfortably.
Travis, still smirking, had no idea just how much self-control Yeon-Ah was using at that moment.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: Go ahead and check my new fan fiction titled : [ bleach.. ] which is about a dude who becomes Ichigo and decides to reach his fullest potential in the series while creating a harem as well. Hope you guys read it. I only have 2 chapters but you're support would still mean a lot. Peace ]