Eighteen's Bed-Chapter 28.3

“I had some kids I went to middle school with. A semiconductor guy and a guy from a musical instrument company.”

“You know them, but you don’t know their names?”

“Do I need to?”

“No, of course... You say you know them, so they must’ve had some kind of name for each other, right?”

“They just called each other Semiconductor and Musical Instrument.”

“Then were you the Spiritual One?”

“If they called me that, those bastards couldn’t have died just a little while ago.”

“……”

Wow, this guy really is trash. I like him, but he’s more like Satan than a human. It wasn’t exactly something I could say to someone who had ripped out their own teeth.

He somehow still calls my name. Back in high school, the only people who called my name exactly were the teacher and Go Yohan. It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? Should I consider this an honor?

“Yeah... good job.”

“Are you crazy? What’s good about this? Is it a good thing that people died? You’re weird.”

I lost all motivation to respond and walked off, dragging my feet. Suddenly, I felt discouraged by my own taste. I really only like trash. My future felt so distant. My taste is trash, and Go Yohan, even if he grows older, will probably still be trash. It felt like a premonition and fear that the relationship between me and Go Yohan would never change.

“Then, I guess I’ll always be under your control no matter where I go.”

There was no answer to my playful remark. Well, it was probably a joke that didn’t deserve a response.

I awkwardly pretended to examine the license for a while and then handed it to him. As always, his long fingers snatched it away with my thumb.

“......”

Why does he always move his hand that way? Every time he brushes past me, the subtle warmth left on my skin makes my heart flutter. I lowered my gaze and secretly massaged the thumb that Go Yohan had touched.

Go Yohan casually shoved the license into his pocket after taking it out of his wallet. He didn’t even bother putting it in the wallet. Why did he put it in his pocket? It was only then that I realized the truth behind all the scratches. Every little detail was so Go Yohan.

He didn’t care about the license anymore, which was a topic we’d already moved on from, and pressed a button on his car key. At the same time, headlights suddenly flashed. In the place where the light blinked, there was a car that looked exactly like Go Yohan.

“But you said you didn’t have a car.”

“I didn’t have one until yesterday.”

“......”

“Now I do.”

“Did you buy it?”

“No.”

“Did you rent it?”

“Yeah... maybe?”

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Maybe? What kind of answer was that?

“......From who?”

“I don’t really know. Just from someone, somewhere. I saw the model.”

Go Yohan shrugged his shoulders in response to my question. Wow. Does he not even know who the person is who lent him the car? How on earth did he borrow a car in such a way, from whom, and how did he forget the person who lent it to him? I couldn’t even imagine it. So how is he planning to return it?

Eventually, I gave up trying to figure it out. Anyway, it probably doesn’t matter. The person who lent it to him is probably rich.

"Yeah, a car's better than a motorcycle."

"Really?"

Go Yohan, already tall, raised his heels even higher. His massive frame went up and down as he openly showed his modest joy. It was a brief moment of joy. As his heels came back down, the pure joy vanished in an instant.

"I specifically picked one with a wide front seat. Though, there’s no back seat."

But Go Yohan was still Go Yohan. The car, whose headlights had just flashed, looked like it could’ve been a motorcycle turned into a car. This was the first time I’d ever been in such a flashy-looking sports car. It was also matte black—now I know the difference between matte and glossy finishes. Anyway, Go Yohan’s taste is really hard to understand. A flashy car in such a depressing color.

"You really only drive cars like this."

"Is it cool?"

"It looks unhealthy."

"What the hell? You’re just going around trashing people. Where’s a healthy person like me?"

Who would believe that? If evil were born as a human, it would probably be Go Yohan. He looked dangerous and offbeat, just by existing. His very appearance was just like that.

"It looks way too dangerous."

That was the definition I gave Go Yohan. I had expected he’d turn out this way as he grew older.

Go Yohan, not seeming to hear my words, raised one eyebrow and took a stance as if asking me to say it again. Was he crazy? I would never, ever, say it. Even if I died, I would never say it.

I ran down the stairs and toward Go Yohan’s car. I opened the passenger seat on my own and sat down. Then, I looked out the window, silently gesturing with my eyes.

‘What are you doing?’

Seeing me point to the driver's seat, Go Yohan gave a hollow laugh, lightly twisted his neck, and casually walked over, completely at ease, unlike the hurried pace I had when I ran. That was even more annoying. The driver's seat door opened, and with the cold breeze, Go Yohan entered.

Now I get why he got this car. It must be nice having long legs. Damn it.

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“......”

“......”

When did the definition of an amusement park become hell?

I was so overwhelmed by the crowd that I almost got crushed to death. Damn Kang Suhyeon, I’ll kill him. Christmas? My ass. Kang Suhyeon is the type of guy who’d go to the weather office and say it’s sunny even on rainy days, and if he went to the statistics bureau, he’d probably get fired for causing his superior’s uniform to rip within a week.

When there are too many people, it smells like this. It’s damp, and it feels like I might die from the stench, so I pinched my nose and looked up.

"Yoha......"

I was about to call his name when I stopped. The focus in Go Yohan’s eyes was gone. His face was so pale it seemed like he was dying, and his expression, so emotionless, looked like he could kill someone at any moment. In the face of that, I couldn’t help but say this.

"I'm sorry."

"You don’t have to apologize."

"I’ve never been to an amusement park, so I didn’t know it would be this crowded."

"No, I actually enjoy it when it’s crowded."

That wasn’t the kind of thing you say with a face like that. I furrowed my brows and muttered quietly.

"Really sorry."

The ride I had been waiting for, thinking it was going to be the most fun, had a three-hour wait. Crazy. The only good thing was that our turn was coming up soon. After waiting for 2 hours and 15 minutes, I was filled with hope thinking that I only had about 40 minutes left to wait.

I admit it. I was secretly looking forward to a new experience. If I wasn’t focused, my heels would go up and down as I tried to stay composed. Calm down. It’s not like the ride is anything special. Sure, it might be a little exciting, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to jump around like a kid. I pushed down on my feet, trying to keep my body grounded.

"If you’re really sorry..."

As I was pressing down on my heels, Go Yohan leaned in slightly and whispered in my ear.

"Make me your rag."

“......”

Go Yohan had no sense of boundaries. I pushed his cheek away with my palm, stepping one step to the side. I tried to act casual, but in reality, my emotions were nowhere near calm. The breath tickling my ear made my body instinctively flinch, and I didn’t want him to notice, so I ended up reacting more sensitively than usual.

If Go Yohan is twenty, then I’m twenty too.

The truth is, I wasn’t much different from him. No matter how much I pretended to be refined, I was still just a person who couldn’t help being who I was. But the difference between Go Yohan and me was that I wanted to hide my changes, whereas Go Yohan poured his feelings out to me without any hesitation. Considering why Go Yohan, who had been tormenting me for so long, was now acting this way, I thought maybe he was growing up a little.

For example, right now, Go Yohan was willing to stay still, his head turned in the direction I had shifted. Before I removed my hand, I could feel the slight trembling of his skin. He was smiling.

"Is it okay for you to be so cold to me?"

"I’m sorry, but if you stopped saying useless things, I don’t think I’d need to be cold to you."

I could tell by looking at his protruding cheekbones that he was still holding onto that smile, even with his face turned away. He liked teasing me. And despite knowing that, I kept playing along with him.

It’s love, isn’t it? Love.

From deep inside my right head, I could hear Kang Suhyeon’s voice. Why was I thinking such things with his voice in my head? For a moment, I considered blaming Kang Suhyeon, but just then, a cold hand grabbed my ear and yanked it hard. The sudden movement broke my thoughts, and I looked at Go Yohan in surprise.

"Ouch."

It didn’t hurt much, but I blinked rapidly, speaking stiffly as if to make sure he heard me. His smile faded, and he looked down at me with a gaze that seemed to be from above. Go Yohan was the worst when he looked down on someone like that.

"Yohan."

"Yeah?"

"This..."

"Ah."

The hand that had been pulling my ear softened, and then he started lightly playing with the earlobe.

No, I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted him to let go. I would rather he just tugged on it. The way he touched me gently instead, with his fingers brushing against my ear and the rustling sound of his fingers on my hair, was far more embarrassing.

I lifted my hand to push his away, turning my face in the opposite direction. It must’ve been obvious. I must have looked weird. But what could I do? It’s better than blatantly blushing. And sure enough, Go Yohan stubbornly reached out again. This time, as if checking my reaction, he lightly touched the thin, unkempt strands of hair near my ear.

I pushed his fingers away from my hair. Seemingly dissatisfied, Go Yohan raised one eyebrow before lowering it, opening his mouth at the same time.

"You were thinking of someone else just now, weren’t you?"

He really does have an uncanny ability to notice everything.

If I said I wasn’t embarrassed, I’d be lying. But Go Yohan had no reason to be upset about my thoughts. The person I had just thought about was Kang Suhyeon, after all. I deliberately scowled, trying to convey that what he was imagining would never happen.

"Is Kang Suhyeon part of that group?"

"Why is Kang Suhyeon coming up in this?"