NOTAKING
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Chapter 58
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 00:09:22 +0000 UTCTravis scanned the crowd, his pulse still racing from the sudden chaos. His eyes landed on Shin-Na Yeon standing in the middle of the panicked guests, her gaze locked onto him. Even from a distance, he could see the storm brewing in her eyes—rage, hurt, and something else he couldn’t quite place.
His body tensed as she started moving toward him, each step deliberate, her fists clenched at her sides. Shit. He braced himself, expecting the worst. A slap, a scream, maybe even a public meltdown.
But then, without warning, she lunged forward—not with anger, but with open arms.
Her body collided against his, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. He barely had time to react before he felt the warmth of her tears soaking into his bare chest.
“I thought something bad happened,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She tilted her head up, her teary eyes searching his. “Are you okay?”
For a second, Travis just stared at her, caught off guard by the concern in her voice. Then, a small smile tugged at his lips.
“Yeah, I’m great. How about you? Wait—why are you even here?”
As if jolted by his question, Shin-Na suddenly stiffened. Her arms dropped from around him as she stepped back quickly, clearing her throat.
“Umm, yeah! I—I happened to see you get in, so I decided to wait for you. Yeah, that’s what I did,” she blurted out, her voice a little too rushed.
Travis raised a brow, watching as she avoided his gaze, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. Liar.
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So-Yeon, standing beside Travis, took a step forward, her voice gentle but curious. “Shin-Na, it’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?”
Na-Yeon lifted her head sluggishly, her vision still adjusting. But the moment her eyes landed on So-Yeon—half-naked, her clothes hastily thrown on—standing right next to Travis, something clicked in her mind. Her gaze darted between them, her expression shifting from confusion to pure, unfiltered shock.
‘What?! Travis is fucking Ajumma?!’
Her thoughts spiraled into chaos, her brain short-circuiting from the realization. The heat rose to her head too fast, and before she could say a word, everything went black.
“Whoa—!” Travis lunged forward, catching her limp body just before she hit the ground. He lowered her gently, checking her face. Her breathing was steady, just unconscious.
So-Yeon crouched beside him, suppressing a laugh. “I think we broke her.”
Travis shook his head, unable to stop the smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, no kidding.”
They exchanged a glance, both amused at how dramatic the reaction had been. After making sure Na-Yeon was stable, they got dressed properly. The lingering heat between them from earlier was still there, but now, a new kind of amusement laced the air.
As they walked back to campus, heading toward their cars, So-Yeon let out a chuckle. “Guess she won’t be able to look at you the same way again.”
Travis exhaled a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… that’s gonna be fun to deal with.”
With one last glance at each other, they both smirked, knowing this was only the beginning of an interesting situation.
She pressed her lips softly against Travis's chin, a fleeting yet intimate gesture that lingered in the air between them. The scent of her perfume, sweet but faint, filled the space for a moment before she pulled away, her fingers brushing against his as she reached for the door. She slid into the driver’s seat, the engine humming to life as she rolled down the window, her gaze steady but warm.
"I think I'd like to give us a chance," she said, her voice carrying an edge of sincerity, but also a hint of playfulness. "As long as you're still interested." Her eyes locked with his, a mix of challenge and invitation in them, waiting for his response.
Travis leaned slightly against the door frame, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he gazed at her. "I mean, I did say I'm ready to marry you right now if it meant making you mine forever," he said, the weight of his words both teasing and earnest. "So sure, let's do that. But I want you to know, you're not the only one." His eyes softened, showing a vulnerability he didn’t often let slip.
She laughed, a soft, almost musical sound, shaking her head slightly. "Oh trust me, I know damn well I can't handle you on my own," So-Yeon said, her smile widening. There was a glint of amusement in her eyes as she leaned closer to the open window. "So I'm fine with that."
Her hand rested on the gearshift, fingers curling lightly before she shifted into drive. She glanced at him one last time, her lips curling into a teasing grin. "See you when I see you, Handsome," she said, the words playful but laden with promise. With a final wave, she drove off, her taillights fading into the distance, leaving behind a sense of anticipation in the air.
Travis smiled, his gaze lingering on Na-Yeon as she sat in the passenger seat. He slid into the driver's seat and let the silence stretch between them. He could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable.
"I know you're awake," he said, breaking the silence with a calm, confident tone, his lips curling slightly at the corners.
Na-Yeon’s eyes widened, her heart rate spiking. She whipped her head toward him in shock, her mind racing. How did he know? Her stomach fluttered in nervousness.
"People who faint don’t really stop breathing, you know," Travis added, turning his body towards her with a knowing smirk, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on her.
Na-Yeon laughed awkwardly, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. "Uhh, I guess you got me. Ahahahahaa," she said, her voice a little higher than usual, betraying her discomfort.
He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "You followed us, right? To the hotel. Booked the room next to ours. You weren’t very discreet about it, you know." His voice was teasing, but there was an edge of amusement in it that made Na-Yeon’s face flush with embarrassment.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. He knows? "How... how did you—"
"I’m not blind, Na-Yeon," Travis said, his smirk widening. "I noticed you. And I’m sure you noticed me too." He leaned back in the seat, arms crossed, studying her with casual curiosity.
Na-Yeon’s mind raced. 'Can he read my mind?' she thought in a panic, her heart hammering against her chest.
As if reading her thoughts, Travis chuckled. "And no, I can't read your mind," he said, his tone light but laced with a touch of amusement. It left Na-Yeon standing there, utterly baffled. How does he always know what I’m thinking?
Travis gave a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "I’m just messing with you. But seriously, tell me. Why are you so interested in what I do? I mean, if you like me, then just say it." His voice was teasing but curious, and there was a glint in his eyes that made Na-Yeon’s heart race.
Na-Yeon hesitated, her cheeks flushing with an unspoken emotion. "What do you mean? You’re my friend, and I’m just... worried, I guess," she stammered, trying to deflect the heat rising inside her.
"A friend wouldn’t follow me to a hotel," he shot back, his tone cool but knowing.
Her jaw dropped, her face reddening further. "Well, you lied to me!" she snapped. "If you’d just told me the truth, I might not have followed you! Also, this isn’t the first time. When you first came to our school, I saw a woman drop you off. Was she also your... business partner?"
Travis laughed, a deep, rich sound. "Damn, you’ve been stalking me," he teased, but there was a softness in his voice that made the insult feel more like a playful jab. "And no, she’s my wife... I guess you could say. Why? You interested in joining my little harem?"
Na-Yeon’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly. "Umm... no, I’m not!" she stammered, her voice shaking with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "Yeah, I’m not interested in joining you, Travis." She turned to leave, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and anger.
Travis leaned back in his seat, his eyes glinting mischievously. He started the car and followed her slowly. "You know, all the trains are closed right now," he said casually, his tone almost too innocent.
"I don’t care, I’ll walk home," she snapped, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her pace quickening with every step. Her frustration was palpable, but so was something else—something deeper.
Travis smirked, his foot pressing harder on the gas. "Well, okay," he said, his voice playful yet oddly serious, and he sped off, leaving her behind.
Na-Yeon huffed, her heart sinking as she walked faster, but a thought lingered in the back of her mind. He doesn’t even care about me. Maybe it was a bad decision falling in love with him.
But then, just as the words started to settle in her chest, the car screeched to a stop. Na-Yeon paused, her breath catching in her throat as Travis stepped out and walked towards her with an air of determination.
She stopped walking, uncertainty tugging at her chest as she waited for him. When he finally reached her, without a word, Travis lifted her effortlessly and threw her over his shoulder, his hand firmly gripping her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Na-Yeon gasped, her face flushed with confusion and a rising sense of panic. She pounded his back lightly, half-heartedly trying to free herself. But before she could protest further, Travis’s hand came down with a sharp slap across her ass, making her gasp in surprise.
The sting made her freeze, her body tense, and for a moment, she couldn’t think straight. Her mind went blank as he effortlessly placed her back in the car.
"Now, let’s go back home," he said, his voice low and commanding as he slid into the driver's seat, turning the key and revving the engine.
The car hummed along the road, but Na-Yeon was silent, her mind racing, her body still thrumming with a strange sensation. She couldn’t stop thinking about the slap. Why did it feel good? she wondered, confused by the mix of emotions swirling inside her.
Love : 70
Interest : 100
Lust : 80
TO BE CONTINUED 
