Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 7.1

Class ended exactly at noon. There wasn’t even a closing homeroom session. I stuffed the worksheets we had used into my bag. As soon as the lesson ended, the students, who had been packing their bags as if possessed, rushed out like water draining into a sewer.

They’d still have to go to cram school after leaving like that anyway. I didn’t get what they were so eager about.

I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder when Go Yohan, who had been waiting beside me, sneered.

"Our Jun is so slow."

"If I rush, I’ll get stuck in that crowd. I’d rather take my time."

"Hmm, you have a point."

Go Yohan nodded with his hands shoved into his pockets. That wasn’t the attitude of someone scolding me for being slow.

He hadn’t even properly slung his bag over both shoulders—he had it hanging off just one.

"At least wear your bag properly."

"Why are you picking a fight?"

"I'm not."

Go Yohan tapped my collarbone lightly with the back of his hand, and I pretended to stumble back.

But I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching upward.

Before I knew it, laughter slipped out of me, unbidden.

Shit.

I hurriedly shut my mouth.

What was I even doing?

A vague sense of unease crept in, like I was walking down a road that would completely fuck up my life if I wasn’t careful.

I tried not to look at Go Yohan.

"It is picking a fight. Why bring up my bag out of nowhere?"

"You started it by calling me slow."

Go Yohan didn’t respond.

Whenever he didn’t want to answer something, he just stood there, staring blankly with an unreadable expression.

He only said what he wanted to say. He only answered what he wanted to answer.

At some point, I had gotten used to this way of talking when hanging around him.

And as always, he changed the topic out of nowhere.

"You copied me again, didn’t you?"

"What?"

"Your bangs look longer."

"You think you’re the only one whose hair grows?"

When I took a step back, Go Yohan took a step forward.

I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze, so I just stared at his approaching feet.

It would’ve been weird to suddenly make a sour face in this atmosphere, so I forced a smile and walked backward toward the door.

"Liar."

I took another step back.

Go Yohan took another step forward.

Before I knew it, I had reached the classroom door.

I stepped onto the white threshold, the boundary between the classroom and the hallway.

I quickly blurted out,

"I didn’t copy you. I’m going to cut it."

"When? Where? Give me a proper answer first."

"Ugh. Fine. Today. I’ll cut it today. So stop getting so damn close to me."

I planted my foot on the threshold and reached out to stop him.

But then, a familiar voice came from beside me.

"Uh, um..."

Startled, I grabbed the door and turned to look.

On the other side of the threshold, outside the back door, stood Han Taesan.

I stepped back slightly, looking down at him. He was a full head shorter than me.

I gave him a questioning look—What are you doing here?

When our eyes met, he hesitated for a moment before showing me a key.

"I-I’m the class duty officer today..."

"Ah."

So, because I wasn’t leaving, Han Taesan couldn’t leave either.

"Sorry, we weren’t paying attention."

"N-no, it’s fine..."

"What? You’re the duty officer today?"

Suddenly, the scent of soap washed over me like a wave.

Go Yohan had casually slung his arm over my shoulder.

My body tensed up.

Before I realized it, he had pressed lightly against my back.

And with that, my brain completely shut down.

Everything in my head went blank.

Even swallowing didn’t come naturally.

I forced myself to gulp down the saliva that had thickened in my throat like waterlogged cotton.

"You should’ve said something earlier if you were the duty officer. What were you doing lurking around here?"

He bent his arm and loosely wrapped it around my neck.

Since I had fallen silent, Han Taesan shifted his gaze between me and Go Yohan.

He was observing us.

A chill ran down my spine.

I knew that look.

It was the same way I used to observe Han Junwoo and Han Taesan’s interactions.

I took in a sharp breath of the cold air and hastily yanked Go Yohan’s arm off me.

Then I quickly changed the subject.

"So, uh... how’s your grandmother doing lately?"

"Oh, um. Th-the surgery went well. Her condition has gotten much better."

"There haven’t been any problems?"

"Huh? Oh, um, no. No problems."

Thankfully, Han Taesan took the bait easily.

He scratched his neck with thin fingers against his plump cheeks.

"Thanks to you, s-school’s been much easier for me lately."

"I didn’t really do anything for you..."

"N-no."

Han Taesan cut me off with an unexpectedly firm voice.

"You... you did a lot for me."

What?

What the hell did I ever do for him?

No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with anything that would make him feel that way.

At best, I had only ever interrupted Han Junwoo’s bullying.

And that was just because I was jealous of him.

"...Really?"

I didn’t get it.

But I wasn’t curious either.

So I just responded for the sake of it.

I made it clear that I wanted the conversation to end.

But Han Taesan, oblivious as always, didn’t take the hint.

Instead, he fidgeted like he was preparing to say something else.

"Uh, Taesan. Can I go now? Do you want to lock up?"

I just wanted to get out of this uncomfortable situation.

My hurried words seemed to force his decision, and at last, he opened his mouth hastily.

"Um... w-when no one would talk to me, you talked to me first.

When Junwoo bullied me, you stopped him.

You always told me the homework assignments.

And when I was struggling, you... gave me a place to escape to.

Everything... everything was because of you."

"......."

"...I really wanted to say thank you."

The sound of Han Taesan swallowing echoed in the hallway.

Complete failure.

Still, at least this time, he didn’t touch my arms, my ears, or trace his fingers near my chest.

More importantly—he didn’t say anything.

Yeah. This should be fine.

I’d have to push him away again eventually, but I didn’t want to lose a friend over something like this. I didn’t want the mood to turn sour on our way home.

And most of all, I didn’t want to get on bad terms with Go Yohan again because of Han Taesan.

Go Yohan was someone essential to a smooth high school life.

...So why did I feel like I was just making excuses?

Inside, I felt so uneasy I thought I might go crazy.

"Hah. Fucking hell."

And then—

Han Junwoo really was crazy about Han Taesan.

Otherwise, why the hell would he be waiting in front of the school gate like that?

Wearing casual clothes, Han Junwoo was kicking the dirt with the toe of his sneaker, arms still crossed arrogantly. His smug face, bathed in the weak winter sunlight, was just as insufferable as ever.

Whiiiu—

Out of nowhere, a whistle sounded beside me.

Obvious.

Go Yohan must’ve seen him.

Following his gaze, I looked ahead.

Han Junwoo hadn’t noticed us yet.

"Isn’t that a little creepy?"

Go Yohan chuckled and lightly smacked my chest with his arm.

The small, but overwhelming jolt to my heart made my breath catch.

My head spun.

I couldn't stop focusing on where he had touched me, and my breathing started to go completely haywire.

I lifted my gaze.

We were getting closer to that unpleasant bastard, Han Junwoo.

Unlike my unsteady breathing, my steps remained measured—practiced, calculated.

Just enough to mask my emotions, but not enough to look unnatural.

Occasionally, I swayed a little, nudged by Go Yohan’s erratic stride, but it wouldn’t seem strange to an outsider.

I planned to just walk straight past the gate.

I hated Han Junwoo, but dealing with him was a hassle.

As long as I didn’t speak to him or look at him, nothing would happen.

But Go Yohan always chose the dangerous route.

"Oh? Long time no see."

I froze.

I hadn’t expected him to casually greet Han Junwoo—let alone so cheerfully.

Like they had never fought in the first place.

Like they were old friends.

Han Junwoo’s crossed arms tightened as his expression twisted.

I felt my own face do the same.

"Shut up and keep walking."

For the first time, I agreed with Han Junwoo.

But Go Yohan ignored his warning, pretending to be intimidated in an exaggerated way.

"What, I just said hi. Since when did the world become so cold?"

"We aren’t the kind of people who greet each other."

"Then are we the kind who don’t?"

"...Fucking lunatic."

I discreetly grabbed Go Yohan’s sleeve and gave it a slight tug, shaking my head.

Thankfully, he shrugged once and closed his mouth.

I let out an internal sigh of relief.

Crisis averted.

Or so I thought.

When I glanced at Han Junwoo, his face was even more contorted than before—worse than when Go Yohan first greeted him.

What now?

"Han Taesan."

"What?"

"Did he come to school today?"

Was he seriously asking me that?

I nearly let my disbelief show on my face.

Barely managing to suppress it, I covered my mouth with a fake cough, then composed myself before lowering my hand.

Keeping my expression as neutral as possible, I answered,

"He did."

"Then why hasn’t he come out?"

"How the fuck should I know? Why are you asking me?"

Was he insane?

Why was he questioning me about Han Taesan?

I already knew Han Junwoo’s obsession with Han Taesan was well beyond reason, but this?

This was insane.

He was clawing at rock bottom.

I smirked at him, amused.

Han Junwoo smirked right back, mocking.

"Watch your mouth."

"What?"

He looked at me with the same condescending gaze he always used for losers beneath him.

The smirk on my face disappeared in an instant.

"Acting all high and mighty just because you've got someone backing you now. Filthy little rat."

"Hey. Han Junwoo."

I was so dumbfounded I couldn’t even come up with a retort.

This asshole.

My hand trembled in anger, gripping onto whatever fabric I could grab.

"Junwoo."

Suddenly, Go Yohan called his name.

Han Junwoo frowned, as if bracing himself for more bullshit.

And as expected, Go Yohan spat out something ridiculous.

"You know, you can talk all you want, but can you do it without flaring your nostrils? It’s kinda gross."

"What, you son of a b—"

"And don’t you think it’s a little embarrassing to say shit like that? 'Acting all high and mighty with someone behind you'— I mean, what the hell is that?"

Go Yohan had a way of getting under people's skin—straddling the line between logic and nonsense, poking at the cracks.

It was infuriating.

He could make people feel like complete jokes.

When he was on my side, it felt reassuring.

But imagining myself on the receiving end of it...

That was unsettling.

Han Junwoo’s face twisted like a crumpled newspaper.

Thinking about it, Han Junwoo was kind of a coward too.

He had tormented me relentlessly in the past, but he rarely went after Go Yohan directly.

Was it because he had already been put in his place once?

Or did Go Yohan have some kind of dirt on him?

I had weaknesses too.

Maybe Han Junwoo thought Go Yohan wouldn’t bring mine up.

But what if he did?

I scowled at Han Junwoo, and just then, our eyes met.

Of course, his fucking ego wouldn’t let him back down.

He sneered.

"So I was right after all."

"I know exactly what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong. Even Go Yohan said so."

I clenched my teeth as I shot back.