Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 13.1

It was a good thing my right arm was injured. If it had been fine, I probably would’ve swung recklessly and ended up losing. Go Yohan had already helped me plenty—he was the one who beat Han Junwoo to the ground with nothing but his knees and feet.

I braced myself against the stomping feet hammering my back and drove my knee straight into Hong Huijun’s face.

My calves scraped against the ground. The dirt-covered fabric of my pants tore at the friction, fraying at the edges. But there was no room in my mind to care about that.

"You pathetic little—! Let go, you fucking bastard—!"

I couldn’t hear a thing anymore. The only thing left inside me was pure venom. A single, unshakable resolve—I would never sink beneath these bastards. That determination was the only thing keeping me going.

I bent my body as low as possible to shield my face, but I couldn’t stop the kicks landing on my temple, on my ear. All I could do was tighten my grip on Hong Huijun’s head and destroy his face with my knee.

"You—fucking—"

His face was practically buried in the dirt. His open mouth filled with dust.

That’s what you get for talking too much.

Ignoring his muffled protests, I pressed his head harder into the ground. His legs thrashed, kicking at nothing.

And then, all at once, the world tilted.

It was obvious.

A hospital.

And in that moment, another realization hit me.

Kang Jun, nineteen years old, had officially fucked up his life.

"...Fucking hell."

The room was dead silent. It was a private room.

They wouldn’t have given this to just anyone.

Which meant my parents had already been contacted.

Most likely, one of their secretaries had handled everything.

Horrifying.

So it finally happened. They found out.

5 months and 13 days.

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