9 Apartment Chilling

Travis sat there, wondering when the pain would end. Sure, looking at asses was fun and all, but other than that, he had nothing to do. He couldn't even use his phone since he got zoned out and completely forgot about his surroundings.

"If only a beautiful girl came and assisted me in this work," he thought.

Sadly, the story had no one to bring. So, we'll just skip to the opening.

*****

"I WAS A GIRL IN A VILLAGE LIVING ALRIGHT."

I'm joking.

....

The day passed as slow as humanly possible. He got down and stretched himself since he had been sitting in one position for so long. While he did that, Han-Bada came over to Travis and tapped his shoulder.

He turned around and smiled when seeing her beauty, bringing back all the energy he had lost during the day.

"You done for the day?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm thinking of going to sleep, honestly. Unless you wanna go have some drinks at my place?" He suggested, hoping to shake off the day's stress.

"Sure, I don't mind. Only if you buy, of course," she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

"That's not an issue. Do you wanna change or?" he offered, noticing her tired demeanor and wanting to make her feel comfortable.

"I'll take a shower at your place. Since I don't feel like going home and all," she replied.

He could only nod at how casual this girl was. Luckily, he wasn't a bad man, or he'd pounce on her the second they went in.

[A/N: "Okay"]

They walked towards his apartment building, which was right across the street. As they walked up the stairs, Travis stopped for a second, letting her pass him so he could get a nice view of her bodacious ass.

'Man, why does the author always lose his professionalism when he writes fanfictions?' Travis thought, breaking the fourth wall for some reason.

[A/N: Oh, I'll show you professionalism]

As Han-Bada stepped into Travis's apartment, her eyes swept across the space, noting its pristine cleanliness and tasteful furnishings, a pleasant surprise.

"Welcome," Travis greeted with a grin, "as they say in Japanese, Mikasa Sukasa."

Han-Bada burst into laughter, leaving Travis perplexed, which only fueled her amusement. "I don't think that's Japanese," she managed between giggles, trying to compose herself.

"Isn't Mikasa a character in Attack on Titan?" Travis questioned, trying to piece together her reaction.

"Um, sure, but that doesn't mean it's Japanese. You're so clueless, but in a hilarious way," Han-Bada teased, still chuckling.

"That doesn't change the fact that you called me clueless, but I'll let it slide for now. The shower's right in there. I'll grab some drinks while you freshen up. Make yourself at home," Travis offered, gesturing towards the bathroom before heading out.

He turned on some house music as he left, planning to run a quick errand to the store. For some reason, due to the plot, he'd take longer than usual.

Han-Bada looked around for a moment; this was the first time she had ever been to a guy's apartment. And she wasn't disappointed in the slightest.

'I thought I had a thing for Soohyun, but when I compare him to Travis, he obviously takes the cake. He's even funny. But I shouldn't be stupid and assume he's actually a good guy. Why don't I test him first,' she thought.

Han-Bada relished the idea of putting Travis to the test, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes as she stepped into the bathroom.

With deliberate movements, she began the ritual of undressing, her mind already plotting the outcome. With a swift motion, she unzipped her suit from behind; the sound echoed softly in the tiled room as steam billowed out, enveloping her like a warm embrace.

A sigh escaped her lips as her body heat mingled with the mist, beads of water cascading down her skin in rivulets. Slowly, she peeled the suit down her upper body, allowing her breasts to emerge, a liberating sensation as they breathed free from their confinement.

Catching her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire the changes in her physique.

"They really are getting bigger. I hope they get saggy as I get older. What am I talking about? That's guaranteed no matter what," she pondered, her lips forming a subtle pout as a hint of disappointment clouded her expression.

Clad in a vibrant pink sports bra, strategically chosen to shield her modesty, Han-Bada maintained a sense of decorum despite her outward confidence.

With graceful movements, she continued to disrobe, revealing the contours of her curvaceous figure, every curve and contour bathed in the soft glow of the bathroom lights.

Pink panties followed suit, completing the unveiling as she deposited her clothing into her bag with practiced ease. Stepping into the shower, Han-Bada allowed the warmth of the water to envelop her, a soothing cascade that washed away the day's tensions.

With meticulous care, she began to bathe, each movement deliberate as she indulged in the simple pleasure of self-care.

[A/N: That was way too professional. I'm done for the day]

Travis returned just as she was still bathing, presenting him with the opportunity to spy on her, yet he consciously chose not to, recognizing that such actions are not characteristic of a decent man.

"Funny how I did that last night with Mijoo," he mused to himself, a smirk playing on his lips.

He made a quick stop to purchase a couple of cases of alcohol along with some cold drinks, ensuring he had options in case he grew tired of not getting drunk and wanted something sweet instead.

Now, all he could do was wait patiently for her to finish.

'I wonder if we'll fuck today. Probably not, I mean she and I aren't that close. She thinks of me as a friend. I wonder if we can have benefits though,' he thought.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[A/N: Now I'm done]