Across The Pornhwa Verse

An hour passed, and Yeon-Ah was getting very tipsy. Her words were slurring slightly, and her laughter had taken on a careless, loose quality. Seeing this, Travis, ever the responsible one, decided to take her back to her apartment before she got any worse. He let the others know, but they only nodded absentmindedly, too absorbed in their heated FIFA match to pay much attention.

'Ain't it funny how I haven't even touched my game, yet they're already playing it?' he thought, shaking his head in amusement.

With an arm wrapped securely around her waist, he guided her up the stairs. Her body leaned into his, warm and unsteady. At one point, she missed a step, nearly stumbling, but Travis caught her easily, keeping her from falling. She let out a small giggle, gripping onto his arm.

"You're strong," she murmured, tilting her head up to look at him.

"Just making sure you don't break your neck," he replied with a smirk, continuing to lead her toward her floor.

Once they reached her apartment, he unlocked the door and walked her inside. Unlike the others, her bedroom was downstairs, making it easier to get her settled. He opened the door, then carefully laid her on the bed, making sure she was comfortable.

Yeon-Ah blinked up at him, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

"Thank you for helping me again. You're really a gentleman," she said, her voice thick with drowsiness. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."

Travis chuckled, shaking his head. "No problem. Just get some rest, okay? Tomorrow, I'll check on you and bring you something for the hangover."

She gave a slow nod, her eyes already fluttering shut. Satisfied that she was safe, he turned and walked out, closing the door gently behind him.

Yeon-Ah lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. Her thoughts swirled with images of Travis—his strong hands holding her waist, the deep timbre of his voice, the way he had looked at her with concern.

'Such a kind young man,' she thought, her heart fluttering.

But as the memory of his touch lingered, those innocent thoughts gradually shifted. She remembered the warmth of his fingers pressing against her waist, the firmness of his grip, the way his scent had surrounded her. A heat stirred deep inside her, pooling low in her belly.

A soft exhale left her lips as she shifted on the bed, suddenly too aware of the dampness forming between her thighs.

'I already did this during the day… I guess I'm at that age,' she thought, biting her lip.

Slowly, she sat up and reached for the hem of her dress, slipping it over her head. One by one, her clothes came off until she was bare, her skin prickling with anticipation. She made sure her door was locked before sinking back onto the mattress, her fingers trailing down her body, eager to chase the pleasure building inside her.

....

Soo-Yeon's apartment was filled with the soft hum of music as she got ready. She had spent extra time making sure everything was perfect—her hair, her makeup, even the scent of the room. She wanted everything to be just right for Travis. It was currently nine o'clock, and she could barely contain her excitement. He wasn't due for a little while, but the anticipation made her stomach flutter.

Just as she was adjusting her dress in the mirror, a sudden knock at the door made her jump. Her brows furrowed. 'That's too early… but maybe he just couldn't wait either.' A small smile tugged at her lips. It wouldn't be surprising. Travis could be impatient when it came to her.

She smoothed out her dress and walked to the door, still smiling as she pulled it open. But as soon as she saw who was standing there, her expression instantly darkened. Her smile dropped, replaced by a deep frown that she barely managed to mask.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she snapped, arms crossing as she took in her brother's disheveled appearance. Go Suroh stood at her doorstep, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his clothes slightly wrinkled as if he had rushed out in a hurry.

"I got into a fight with my wife…" he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. His tone was laced with embarrassment. "Can I stay here for a while?"

Soo-Yeon exhaled sharply, already feeling the frustration bubbling inside her. Of all nights. Why did it have to be tonight? Without another word, she reached forward and promptly slammed the door in his face.

She leaned her forehead against the cool wood, letting out a deep sigh. Why did he have to come today out of all days?

After a moment of internal debate, she pulled out her phone and dialed Travis's number. He picked up after the first ring.

"Hey, I—"

"You canceling on me?" Travis asked, sounding amused.

Soo-Yeon let out another sigh. "Yeah… My brother showed up out of nowhere. Said he fought with his wife and needs a place to stay."

There was a short pause before Travis chuckled. "Figures. Guess I'll deal with you at school tomorrow, then."

She could hear the smirk in his voice, and it made her body heat up in frustration. "Don't act like I want this to happen," she muttered.

"Relax," he said, his tone light. "I'll see you tomorrow."

After hanging up, Travis tossed his phone onto the couch and stepped further into his own apartment. He walked into the living room, dropping down beside Na-Yeon, who barely spared him a glance from the screen.

He saw the score and burst out laughing.

"Damn, who's getting beat 5-0?" he asked, leaning forward with a grin.

"Ha-Seong," Na-Yeon answered briefly, smirking as she nodded toward the struggling player.

Travis turned his attention to Ha-Seong, who sat hunched over in peak gamer form—elbows on his knees, face inches from the screen, gripping the controller like his life depended on it. His eyes were locked onto the match, jaw clenched in pure concentration.

'Yep, he's definitely losing. Then again, she's playing with Madrid, and even if you can't play this game, there's a high chance you'll win anyway,' Travis thought, shaking his head.

Na-Yeon, on the other hand, was relaxed, casually tilting the joystick with one hand while sipping her drink with the other. The contrast was almost comical.

Minutes later, the match ended with Ha-Seong groaning in frustration as the final whistle blew.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, tossing the controller onto the couch.

Travis smirked and cracked his knuckles. "Alright, my turn."

Na-Yeon raised an eyebrow. "You sure you wanna step up? I'm on fire right now."

"We'll see about that," he said, grabbing the controller.

His reign began.

First, he crushed Na-Yeon 10-0, barely breaking a sweat as he maneuvered his team with precision. Then, he turned his attention to Ha-Seong, dismantling him 15-0. With each match, the scores grew more ridiculous. It didn't matter what team he picked—he kept raising the difficulty, yet the results remained the same.

After ten games each, he finally set the controller down, stretching his arms with a satisfied sigh.

"I'm gonna go buy some drinks. Anyone wanna come with?"

Na-Yeon got up, rolling her shoulders. "Yeah, but only if we take the car," she said, already grabbing her jacket.

Travis dangled his keys in front of her with a smirk, the metallic jingle catching Na-Yeon's attention. Her lips curled into a smile, eyes gleaming with excitement. Without hesitation, they left the apartment, stepping into the cool night air.

As they reached his car, he unlocked it with a swift press of the button. She slid into the passenger seat, the leather interior cold against her skin. He started the engine, the low rumble vibrating beneath them before he hit the gas, launching them onto the open road at exhilarating speeds.

The city lights stretched out ahead, streaking past in colorful blurs as they weaved through traffic. Wind whipped through Na-Yeon's hair, sending a thrill down her spine. She let out a delighted laugh, her body buzzing with adrenaline.

Their first stop was a liquor store. Travis parked recklessly, barely cutting the engine before they hopped out. Inside, fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the shelves lined with various bottles. They browsed quickly before grabbing a few drinks and heading back to the car.

With the alcohol secured, they were back on the road, speeding through the near-empty streets. Na-Yeon leaned back, the music playing low through the speakers as she soaked in the moment. The speed, the rush, the night—it all felt intoxicating, even before she took a sip.

As they tore through the roads at over 200 km/h, the streetlights blurred into streaks of white and yellow. The city stretched far below, its lights shimmering like scattered stars. Every turn, every acceleration made her heart race.

Eventually, they pulled off onto a quiet curve leading up a hill. The road here was deserted, and as they stepped out, a breathtaking view of the city sprawled before them. The skyline shimmered in the distance, a sea of twinkling lights stretching far into the horizon.

Na-Yeon leaned against the car, popping open her drink and taking a sip. The cool liquid burned slightly as it went down, but she welcomed the warmth that followed.

"Never been to this place," she admitted, her eyes scanning the scenery.

"Me neither," Travis said, taking a swig of his beer. "But it's pretty cool, don't you think?"

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, it is. Might get used to coming here often… only if you take me, of course."

Travis chuckled, tipping his bottle toward her. "Anytime. But let's keep it a secret from Ha-Seong. It'll be our own little chill-out spot."

Na-Yeon took another sip, the city lights reflecting in her eyes as she glanced at him. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

'Our own secret… Kinda like the sound of that,' she thought, the idea sending a strange, pleasant warmth through her.

TO BE CONTINUED

[A/N: Half way through the trial. Thank you all for reading my fanfict so far. It means a lot to to me. I've uploaded chapters up to 70 on my patreon if you are interested. That's all Peace ✌]