"Light Yagami" ahh

On Travis's way out, he was met with Ari, who wore her usual scowl, annoyance radiating off her like a shield. Their eyes briefly locked as they passed each other, a silent understanding between them, but neither of them broke their stride. The brief moment of tension dissipated as they continued on their separate ways. Travis couldn't help but chuckle silently under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

'In less than a week, she'll be groveling at my feet. I better start learning how to satisfy women though. I doubt my cock will do all the work for me,' he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He returned to his apartment, his mind still buzzing with the events of the day. Lying on his bed, a satisfied grin spread across his face. In his eyes, it had been a successful day, even though everything had been unexpected. He had made progress, especially with two of the women in his life. Now, he needed to continue drawing closer to them. And what better way to do that than by becoming best friends with Soohyun?

'I mean, I haven't secured anything in the story yet. For all I know, their relationship could start any time, even now. Man, I hate this pressure. From what I can tell, the story hasn't begun. So I can rest easy... I pray the butterfly effect doesn't kick in here. Otherwise, I'm going to lose it,' he thought, a mix of frustration and nervous anticipation filling him.

...

The next day, Travis prepared himself for his next move, intending to make the protagonist more distant from the characters. How would he do that? Well, you'd have to wait and see.

He left his apartment, contemplating whether he should head to the beach or not. After a moment of indecision, he decided against it and opted for the lodge. It seemed there were customers today, which meant the manhwa might be starting soon.

Mijoo walked outside and immediately spotted Travis.

'He's here. What do I do? What do I even say? I just have to act like everything is normal,' she thought, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to calm herself.

"Travis, you're here. Soohyun is out running errands," she said, forcing a smile.

"Hey Noona, guess I'll wait for him on the porch then. How was your night?" Travis asked, his tone casual as he approached her.

Mijoo let out a quiet sigh, disappointment settling in her chest. She had hoped he would leave, but instead, he seemed comfortable enough to stay. "It was good. Don't worry, you didn't disturb me yesterday. You don't have to feel guilty," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Oh, if you say so. Is Ari here?" Travis asked, a slight curiosity in his voice.

"No, she's out as well. That girl never bothers to help me around the house. Speaking of that, I need to clean the room," Mijoo replied with a faint sigh, brushing her hair back with a hand.

"Do you need any help with anything?" Travis offered, sensing an opportunity.

'She's really trying her hardest to act like nothing happened. Let's continue with the thirst traps. I think they're the most effective in this situation,' he thought, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Sure, just help me clean. I'd like to finish early," she said, trying to sound casual.

So they worked together, tidying up the room. As they moved about, Travis and Mijoo fell back into their routine, maybe even growing a bit closer as friends. She began telling him stories about Ari as a child. Even when the stories weren't particularly funny, Travis forced himself to laugh. Understanding that it was necessary, he faked it, the sound of his laughter hollow but convincing enough for Mijoo to think it was genuine.

"We're almost done. I just need to clean that top shelf," she said, her voice firm with determination as she eyed the last remaining dusty surface.

She fetched a stool, its wood creaking under the pressure, and positioned it carefully beneath the neglected expanse of the shelf. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the final stretch of their cleaning session. The dust had been relentless, but now she was determined to tackle it. Travis, always watchful, stood nearby, his eyes scanning the room, ready to assist if needed.

As she climbed onto the stool, her fingers brushed against the cold, dusty surface, her skin tingling from the gritty texture. She reached up to swipe at the layers of dust that had gathered over time, feeling the familiar sense of accomplishment each time she wiped away the grime.

"Wow, it's so dusty here," she muttered under her breath, her voice thick with the irritation of the task.

A cloud of dust swirled in the air, and she grimaced, blinking rapidly as the particles blurred her vision. The stale air tickled her nose and throat, causing a cough to escape her lips. Then, without warning, a moth fluttered out from its hidden resting place, its wings brushing against her face. Startled, she recoiled instinctively, her body jerking as she lost her balance on the stool.

For a split second, everything seemed to slow as she teetered dangerously on the edge, the world spinning around her. She didn't even have time to scream before Travis moved with lightning speed, his arms reaching out and catching her mid-fall. The warmth of his touch was firm, grounding her as she felt herself steady in his embrace. Her heart raced, both from the shock and the closeness of his body.

Mijoo's eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep and confusion, as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. The muffled sounds of the world outside faded into the background as her gaze focused on Travis. His intense black eyes were locked on her, filled with an emotion that seemed to straddle both concern and relief. His brows furrowed slightly, a silent question hanging in the air.

"Are you alright?" His voice, calm and low, broke the silence, soothing her in a way she hadn't expected. It was as if his words were a balm for her racing pulse, a comfort in the midst of her disorientation.

Mijoo's cheeks flushed crimson, warmth spreading across her face as her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected the touch. Her eyes darted down, her gaze following the lingering pressure of Travis's hand, resting too comfortably on her chest. His fingers were just beneath the curve of her breast, and in that moment, time seemed to stop. Her mind raced, caught in a whirlwind of confusion, embarrassment, and something else she couldn't quite place.

'He's touching my boob,' she thought, her pulse quickening as the heat spread like wildfire across her skin.

Travis, as if realizing the position they were in, quickly withdrew his hand, his face flushing a deep shade of pink. He offered a shy, apologetic smile, his awkwardness almost palpable.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to catch you," he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush, tinged with the weight of his own discomfort. He stepped back, his hands fumbling nervously as he sought to break the tension.

The air between them felt thick with the unsaid, the moment hanging suspended like a fragile thread. Sensing the unease, Travis turned and made a hasty retreat, leaving Mijoo to process the sudden shift in their dynamic, alone with her thoughts and the lingering heat of his touch.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Mijoo's heart sank. Her mind raced, replaying the entire incident over and over. Guilt gnawed at her conscience as she realized that Travis's actions had been entirely innocent, stemming from a place of genuine concern rather than any improper intent.

"I might have made him feel bad," she murmured aloud, the realization sinking in like a stone. Her gaze dropped to her hands, clasped tightly in her lap, as she struggled to sort through the whirlwind of emotions. "He didn't mean anything by it... He just wanted to help me."

Her heart softened with understanding. The tension that had built up in her chest slowly began to loosen. She took a deep breath, resolving to address the misunderstanding when she saw him next. It was a fleeting moment, one that she knew would pass—but she also knew she wanted to make sure Travis didn't carry any unnecessary weight from it.

Meanwhile, as Travis walked down the hallway, a mischievous smirk crept onto his face. He couldn't contain the grin that stretched across his lips, the satisfaction of his plan falling into place making his heart race with triumph.

'Everything is going the way I planned. Muhahahahahahahaha.'

[ A/N: Bro thinks is Light]

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