Eighteen's Bed-Chapter 29.6

The thin training pants immediately slid up Go Yohan's long legs. I glanced at him half-heartedly, half-genuinely, and secretly stole a look at the scar on his thigh.

"That’s naughty."

I barely managed to stop myself from letting out a hot breath, pressing my palm against my lips. I turned my gaze away, pretending I hadn’t seen anything. If I looked again, I’d probably see the scars on his back too. I scratched my cheek with my fingers.

I really am a pervert. Go Yohan was right.

The sound of Go Yohan adjusting his pants while standing by the bed reached my ears. His long fingers were probably smoothing the wrinkles. I lightly tensed my lower abdomen, which was starting to warm up. I mustn’t get caught. I rubbed my chin and cheek with the back of my hand to cover my reddened face.

At that moment, Go Yohan flicked his pants and spoke.

"If you're going to look, don’t sneak peeks. Just look openly."

"Huh? No? I didn’t see anything."

"I can hear your eyes rolling all the way over here."

"..."

Well, since he gave permission...

I turned my face away, pretending I didn’t understand what he meant. I was planning to act shamelessly, like I didn’t know what was going on. But then, Go Yohan started moving his legs as he adjusted his pants. Since he wasn’t wearing underwear, the outline of his private parts became clearly visible.

"..."

I shouldn’t have looked. Fuck, is that really a human?

"I’m going to shower now."

"Huh? Oh!"

"Don’t you want to shower with me?"

"No, no. You go ahead. I’ll shower in my room."

"Don’t you want me to scratch your back?"

Go Yohan, who was weak in the mornings, pressed his brows tightly together as he spoke. Yet, as he did so, he made a claw shape with his thumb and index finger and scratched the air. His middle finger even moved off-beat, slowly. The gesture was so lewd that I hurriedly lowered my head and muttered.

"I used a condom. It’s fine."

"Oh, you remember?"

"Of course."

Actually, I don’t remember any of it. That’s why my back hurts. We did it again. I rubbed my sore waist and lifted my head. I deliberately made an embarrassed face and looked at Go Yohan, but he continued to rub his aching head from the headache and spoke.

"Why did you remember? I told you I wrapped it up, and I was going to lie and put it in."

"...Let’s not talk about it."

I felt like I was getting a headache too.

I stumbled out of my seat and stood up. As I passed Go Yohan, his hand brushed lightly against my stomach and waist. I froze and looked at him, but Go Yohan just raised the corner of his mouth into a smile while frowning, then turned his back.

His long legs strode toward the bathroom. Then he opened the door, looked back briefly, and asked me.

"Are you really not going to shower with me?"

At those words, I quickly shook my hand left and right and left the room. My slow walk probably looked pathetic, but it was better than getting caught standing there.

I went into the attached bathroom next to my room and took off my T-shirt. I also took off my pants. I threw my clothes into the attached dressing room and walked under the showerhead.

"Ah, fuck..."

It felt like my lower half was going to fall apart. I turned on the water with a sense of helplessness. I needed to burn my body with the hot water first. But at least the warmth of the water made it somewhat bearable.

I stood under the hot water for a while and occasionally glanced at the door handle.

‘Is he not coming?’

I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to come or if I didn’t. I weighed my feelings, which were just as confused. I had some idea of what was going on, but it felt like he was pretending not to know. I ran my fingertips over the tiles. The cold marble cooled the tips of my skin. I needed to snap out of it.

"He’s not coming. Why would he come?"

Tch. Ridiculous. I smacked my head against the marble wall because I was frustrated.

The shower lasted longer than it should have because of the overwhelming thoughts. If I hadn’t been thinking about all this crap, it probably would’ve ended fifteen minutes ago. By the time I finished washing up and changed clothes in the dressing room, Go Yohan was already out of the shower. He was sitting in front of my laptop with a towel on his wet hair, looking at something.

But I wasn’t much better. I shook my wet hair and stole a glance at Go Yohan.

"Why my laptop?"

"I need to check something for a second."

"If it's not urgent, just use your phone."

"Ah, it doesn’t open on my phone."

Go Yohan left a puzzling remark. What could he possibly be checking? I walked to the kitchen with my slow, awkward steps and poured myself a glass of water. Then, I stood there absentmindedly, trying to calm my mind. After a few minutes, I finally brought the cup to my lips. As I gulped the water, something suddenly crossed my mind.

"Uh..."

Could it be? My throat made a creaking sound. Finally, I looked at Go Yohan, who was making a strange face while looking at the screen. It was truly strange. His face was serious, like he was about to kill someone, and then he slowly raised his hand to touch his lips. After that, he moved his hand up to scratch his ear.

Then, he glanced at me, and as soon as our eyes met, he quickly looked away.

"..."

What’s going on?

Go Yohan’s face was too awkward. I placed the cup on the table with stiff movements and pulled the towel hanging around my neck as I walked. This time, I was walking awkwardly again.

"...What are you looking at?"

"..."

Go Yohan didn’t speak. He looked back at me, then looked down at the floor, rubbing his ear frantically. What was even stranger was that, while doing this, he made an awkward, robot-like laugh. I still approached him and asked.

"...Why?"

Go Yohan looked up at me. A strange, sad smile formed on his face. Was he teasing me? Was it a good smile? Was it funny? Was it ridiculous? I couldn’t figure out what it meant. Unease surged within me.

I finally placed my hand on the living room table as I approached and looked at the laptop screen. I read the short sentence written there.

Even so, Go OO is worth loving.

100-1. The author also feels it’s strange.

"..."

What Go Yohan had sent to me was the <Go OO Report>.

Thunder struck in my head. A tsunami arrived. A typhoon hit. In my mind, every natural disaster happened at once as I slowly turned to look at Go Yohan. Go Yohan, who had raised his arm to cover his face with his elbow, was looking down.

The part of his face that wasn’t covered was turning a deep red, as if it was about to explode.

I tried to avoid looking at Go Yohan’s face, searching for an escape from the situation. It felt like if I looked at him, my mind would fly away. I lifted my head, glancing around, and saw a small mirror installed near the entrance. It reflected the red-faced Kang Jun, even redder than a tomato.

"..."

"..."

Silence. Endless silence. The sound of the clock's second hand ticking even seemed like thunder in the silence.

Go Yohan finally spoke.

"Hey."

"Uh, uh, uh-huh."

"Can I make a wish?"

Go Yohan’s voice was muffled by the arm covering his face. I had been lost in thought for a while, and in a dazed state, I answered his question almost mechanically.

"Uh, yeah."

****

The next morning, I was startled when the intercom rang out of nowhere. The bed had arrived. I knew the time had finally come, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Go Yohan kept smiling as the bed was brought in that morning. Surprisingly, the gift Go Yohan had for me was two items, and one of them was this bed. A bed, which wasn’t even meant for my room.

But why is it my gift? My curiosity was answered by Go Yohan’s wish.

The day my report was discovered. Go Yohan, red from head to toe, took a heavy breath and said something I can never forget. It’s impossible to forget. That situation will never leave my memory.

"Let’s share a bed."

"Huh?"

"Let’s sleep together, wake up together, be together. I want to close my eyes and open them with you."

Who wouldn’t be shaken by those words? And so, something like today happened.

Honestly, I was looking at the messy floor, feeling dazed about sharing a room, but well, I could just deal with tomorrow tomorrow.

To be honest, I was excited for a different reason. It was a very simple reason. A bit embarrassing, but I was secretly looking forward to eating delivery jajangmyeon. Should I call it a little dream?

When Go Yohan and I first started living together, both of us were in a bit of a daze, so I don’t really remember how we spent the first day. So, I decided to fulfill this little dream now. With all the depression, it was okay to forget about it this way. I was caught anyway.

The reason isn’t grand. Well, is it grand? It’s just that the day Go Yohan and I combined our rooms came. We decided to use Go Yohan’s slightly bigger room instead of mine. We also bought a new bed. I didn’t buy it, though. Go Yohan bought it without asking. And it was from a brand that couldn’t easily be returned.

What could I do? As I crouched in the corner of the kitchen, flipping through the delivery catalog excitedly, Go Yohan was sitting on the threshold of the biggest room, staring at the bed. How did I find out? Well, I was running around trying to make the final decision between the C set and the D set and came across him.

The moment I saw him, leaning against the doorframe, I felt a little embarrassed.

‘I want to pat his head.’

My rationality couldn’t overcome my instincts as I slowly approached him. Seeing the back of his head sticking out, I kneeled and secretly reached out.

"Jun."

Caught? I quickly withdrew my hand, feeling awkward. I babbled nervously, pretending it wasn’t what it seemed.

"No, there was dust on your head, so... I didn’t think anything of it."

"What are you talking about?"

"No, I was just confused and said the wrong thing."

Damn it. I pressed my lips together and twisted my fingers. Go Yohan, sitting cross-legged, turned his body like a spinning top. He moved his body with such ease. As I watched him with dazed eyes, he flicked his fingers right in front of my face. Oh no. My gaze moved instinctively to his hand and face.

Go Yohan was squinting one eye.

This guy is acting childish in pointless ways. After all, he was the one who was staring blankly. Does he dislike it when I do that? Does he think that he should only be the one seen and only focus on himself? His level of self-consciousness was ridiculous. Still, I pretended nothing was wrong and casually picked up the delivery catalog.

"Do you want to eat jjambbong, jjajang, or sweet and sour pork? Or do you want jjajang, fried rice, and sweet and sour pork?"

"Me? I want the sirloin."

"...Can't you just pick from the menu I mentioned?"

Please. I couldn't bring myself to say the words that followed, so I gently tugged at Go Yohan's clothes. It was a desperate attempt to not let my little dream shatter like this. Go Yohan blinked and looked down at the clothes I had grabbed, and only then did I realize what I had done. I casually let go of my hand. Ah, how embarrassing.

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"Jun."

Go Yohan, chewing on his lips with his face hidden, quietly called my name.

"If you act like that, it makes me want to torment you more."

"Just pick already."

"Let's go with yusanseul and menbosha. They're both Chinese, so it's fine, right?"

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

Go Yohan is really such a sneaky bastard. I glared at him, clearly aware that he was teasing me. He was so irritating that I bit my lip. Then Go Yohan tapped his sharp canine tooth with ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) his tongue and gave me a strange look. Even though my gaze was higher than his, why did it feel like Go Yohan was looking down on me?

My face was heating up, and I felt stubborn. Go Yohan had made me this way.

"I granted your birthday wish."

"When did my wish change? Wasn’t my wish to have sex only while wearing a wedding dress?"

"...Wasn’t it you who asked to share a room...?"

"That was your idea. I didn’t have to do it."

"..."

I wanted to kill him. Seriously.

"Then why did you ask me to combine rooms?"

"I didn’t ask to combine rooms. I asked to share a bed."

I clenched my teeth. This fucking bastard. I felt like grabbing his collar and shaking him right there, but I knew that if I did, the one who would lose face would be me, since Go Yohan wouldn’t budge an inch. I know myself too well, and that’s the real problem.

No matter which way I looked at it, it was obvious that I would be the one at a disadvantage, so I couldn’t do anything and just stood there, grumbling. Eventually, Go Yohan couldn’t hold back his laughter and trembled his lips.

"Jun."

Then, in an instant, he grabbed my collar. I was supposed to grab his. Contrary to my expectations, where Go Yohan wouldn’t budge even if I grabbed him, I couldn’t resist the gentle force he applied and fell forward. But it didn’t hurt. I tightly closed my eyes and couldn’t see anything, but there was a warm scent near my face. It was a strange scent that even made the musty smell of dust feel pleasant.

I slowly opened my eyelids. At the same time, I felt a large hand wrapping around my back.

"Even a twisted person like me, I love you, Jun."

Go Yohan’s voice turned into a vibration that spread through my cheek. What a ridiculous story. The sound of his heartbeat, which reached my ears, was growing faster. I didn’t respond and closed my eyes again. Go Yohan’s chest moved more forcefully as his breathing grew stronger. It was absurd, but Go Yohan was nervous.

"You said I was worth loving."

I finally scoffed.

"Yeah."

My voice vibrated softly through Go Yohan’s firm chest. When the vibration reached his skin, the turbulent breaths gradually calmed down. I raised my mouth in a slight smile, even though my breath had quieted, my heart was beating faster. Go Yohan.

However, the annoying Go Yohan, contrary to his pounding heart, casually threw his words with a calm tone.

"But what if, Jun."

"What do you mean?"

"I love the C set."

"Let’s eat jjambbong and break up."

At my shameless answer, Go Yohan paused for a moment. Then, his breath, which was distinctly audible, stopped sharply, and I could feel it touch my cheek again. It was a feeling I couldn’t suppress the laughter for.

The part of my body with a bit more flesh was pressed into the soft fabric. It was probably a funny face. Yet, I moved my neck and rubbed the bridge of my nose against Go Yohan’s chest. Then, secretly, I kissed the quickly beating heart hidden under the layers of clothing.

And as I lay on top of Go Yohan’s body, I looked at “Kang Suhyeon’s words, ‘Go Yohan’s ugly ear.’” His right ear cartilage was flushed red. A new mark had settled there. I looked at the silver piercing and, finally, buried my flushed face into Go Yohan’s chest.

Go Yohan’s fingers stroked my head.

"You really like it. I have to admit, Jun has a lot of pride. What’s with getting a piercing at my age?"

"You’re still twenty."

"If you’re twenty, you’re grown up."

"It suits you."

Go Yohan, who scoffed at my words, lightly patted my back twice with his palm. I sighed as I struggled with irritation and then noticed Go Yohan poking me with his fingers again. I sighed deeply and lifted my feet. At that moment, the golden anklet near my ankle brushed against my calf and slid down. As soon as Go Yohan saw it, he smiled happily. Then, he started rubbing my back so intensely that it got hot.

Sometimes in life, you end up facing unexpected challenges. For me, the unexpected challenge wasn’t "eating Chinese food on moving day," but "eating completely ruined jajangmyeon."

The jajangmyeon placed in front of me was exactly twice as thick as I usually knew it to be.

"It’s too much."

"That’s not a lot of food, it’s just swollen."

"Can you even sell something like this?"

"No, you can’t. If something like this happens, just report it to the Consumer Protection Agency."

"Please, stop messing with me."

I glared at Go Yohan and stirred the contents of the bowl with my chopsticks. It was so stiff, it wasn’t moving. Is this noodles or rice cake? After pushing it a few times with my chopsticks and lifting it, it was literally rice cake.

"What are you looking at?"

I felt a gaze from the side, and it was Go Yohan. He was holding his jjambbong bowl in one hand and putting the shriveled-up seafood in his mouth. Now, he was just silently watching me stir the jjajangmyeon.

"Do you want to switch?"

And he handed me his jjambbong.

Looking at it quickly, the jjambbong with the broth seemed to be in better condition. But what could I do? I was the one who decided to eat jjajangmyeon. I shook my head.

"Both of them are the same."

"Udon is better than rice cake."

"Just give me the broth."

"Eat it all."

"Am I going to burst if I eat too much?"

"If you're an adult male, two bowls should be nothing, right?"

Wasn’t I an adult male? I was about to raise an objection, but then I remembered the lunchroom, which was nothing less than a pigsty. I was especially picky with my food. I couldn’t argue against it, so I had nothing more to say. I wet my lips with my tongue.

"I might not be able to eat it..."

I placed my chopsticks into my clenched fist and started beating the noodles. They were so stuck together that the sauce wouldn’t even mix. It wasn’t a joke; I seriously thought I should report this to the Consumer Protection Agency.

"No, what did you do to the food to make it this stiff?"

I shoved a wooden chopstick between the noodles and pressed down hard. The moment the noodles were squashed, my bowl and Go Yohan's bowl collided. Red broth spilled over from the bowls, and when the stiff noodles got a little soggy, Go Yohan's bowl naturally fell off.

"That’s why I told you to eat mine."

"Then what will you eat?"

"You."

"..."

"Let’s add a bit more flesh to your thighs. Okay?"

"I’m trying too. I had a snack this morning."

"What did you eat?"

"Three cookies."

"Good job. Really good job. Now, after eating that, you’ll soon be a pig. Our Jun."

"I told you to stop teasing me."

Even though it wasn’t funny, I couldn’t help but laugh. Was it really funny? I guess it was just because I liked Go Yohan.