Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 17.3

"What... is this."

What did I just hear?@@@@

Suddenly, I recalled visiting Han Junwoo’s hospital room. The strange atmosphere from that time began to make sense. Go Yohan’s oddly brazen demeanor, and Han Junwoo’s father, nervously watching. No way, it couldn’t be. I refused to interpret it. He’s just a high schooler. Go Yohan is just a high schooler.

"Ah, I remember now. That dumbass thing you said. The most ridiculous thing I heard at that dinner table."

Gorosa couldn’t hold back her anger. She bit her lip, letting out a frustrated groan, and then shouted so fiercely that veins stood out on her neck.

"What was it again? That he didn’t like crab? Oh, that’s right. Hey, you idiot. That bastard’s crazy about shellfish. He can finish off a whole crab or lobster in one sitting. Get a grip, you moron! You got played! That bastard’s a real psycho!"

"...But Go Yohan knew how to cook for himself, how to use the washing machine—he figured it all out alone."

"That’s so obvious it’s driving me crazy. He probably read the manual."

"......."

I couldn’t argue with that. When I searched my memory, I clearly recalled Go Yohan flipping through an instruction manual. My mind grew hazy. My head throbbed from the inside. I couldn’t think straight, and I pressed my palm against my forehead. Dizziness hit me. I leaned against the wall, feeling like I was about to collapse. Gorosa scoffed at the sight.

"Hah, it’s funny when you think about it. Did it never occur to you that not knowing how to do those things would be weirder? Scooping rice, taking side dishes from the fridge, washing dishes—everyone knows how to do that, don’t they?"

"...That’s... I..."

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