Eighteen's Bed-Chapter 23.2

In the morning, when I was drinking water in the kitchen, he would casually grab my butt with one hand, or if I surprisedly coughed and spilled the water on the floor, he would stare at me seductively and say things like, “Kang Jun, you sure drink a lot of water.” Damn it.

“You keep saying you’re going to kill me, but...”

Go Yohan’s torso once again broke through the wall of my palm, which I had set up. His mouth was right next to my ear, and the words that came out were unbelievably arrogant.

“You’ve never won against me in a fight.”

The sound of his chuckling laugh brushed against my earlobe. Go Yohan was mocking me. Arrogant bastard. Not wanting to lose, I tilted my head slightly and lowered my gaze. I could see his smirk. This annoying brat. I looked away, avoiding his face as he whispered and chuckled with his face pressed against my ear.

“I haven’t lost in a fight, though.”

Slowly, I reached out, grabbing his retreating forearm firmly, and whispered softly.

“Just don’t do it, whether it’s inside or outside.”

Go Yohan, whose forearm I had grabbed, remained silent for a moment and stopped speaking. After a long pause, our gazes locked, and we seemed to have made some kind of silent agreement. Go Yohan released my chin, and I let go of his arm. His slender hand, which had been slowly pulling away, folded, and his elbow rested on the table.

“Then I won’t, but can you do me one favor?”

“What is it?”

He placed his chin lightly on his stiff fingers and gave me a sly grin.

“...”

This face of Go Yohan’s was always dangerous. Slowly, he picked up the last bit of coffee left. He had an unspoken attitude that showed he wasn’t going to be bothered by anything I said. Watching him with a curious gaze, he opened his mouth slightly.

The words that came out were absolutely the worst.

“Please eat me out.”

I immediately spilled the coffee I had in my mouth into the air. Go Yohan grabbed me, who was bending down from the shock, and with his body bent, he brought his face closer and kept talking endlessly.

“I’ll let you eat me without any complaints.”

“...Ke, keullock! Kehk!”

“Do you think it’s easy to eat someone like me? You wouldn’t know since you’re an ‘Ada,’ but it’s really difficult.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I forcefully covered Go Yohan’s mouth, which kept blabbering with that ridiculous grin. I did it to make him shut up. But Go Yohan just squinted his eyes lightly and forced his mouth to move, still pressed by my palm. It was so muffled that I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but his intentions were clear. He stuck out his tongue and licked my finger.

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“Ah, hey!”

I pulled my hand away in shock and looked at my finger, which was damp. My mind was a whirlwind of panic. In that moment, Go Yohan’s long index finger slowly pushed through the space between my fingers. He squeezed my palm tightly and didn’t let go. I twisted my hand with all my strength, glaring at him. At the tip of my vision, his face, pretending to pout, was grinning.

“Everyone says high school students are into trading cards, but here I am, still stuck as a twenty-year-old ‘Ada.’ It’s so unfair, how do I even live?”

“...You really are a fucking bastard.”

“Yeah, I guess I am a total piece of shit.”

Sighing self-deprecatingly, Go Yohan still hadn’t let go of my hand, and now placed his hand on his right thigh. Then, without warning, he slipped my hand between his legs. I hastily pulled my hand away. His broken right hand was relatively easy to slip out from. But Go Yohan looked at my hand with longing eyes, as though he were a child who had just had a cherished toy taken from him.

“...Ah.”

Then, he licked his lips with his tongue. It was incredibly provocative.

“Why do you keep doing this?”

I lowered my voice, looked at Go Yohan with resentment, and he lowered his voice as well, whispering quietly.

“Why? Ever since that day, you won’t even let me do ‘that.’”

“That...”

“This.”

Go Yohan’s slender finger tapped my red-tinged lips. Naturally, my gaze followed his finger to his lips. My pupils widened, my field of vision expanded, and Go Yohan’s lips slowly moved.

“It’s frustration. I’m going crazy.”

It felt like my eardrums were broken. My brain was about to explode from the heat, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I could even hear a ringing in my ears. Damn it, I quickly stood up, afraid my face would turn red and it would be obvious.

“Stop messing around and get up. We were supposed to go for dinner.”

With a sharp, agitated tone, I blurted out the words. Without waiting for an answer, I hurriedly stood up. I quickly hid my hand in my pocket. The sudden warmth of the skin inside my pocket made my sensitive senses spike. The tips of my fingers, hidden in my pocket, squirmed with a tingling sensation.

****

“Let’s eat Hanwoo. Hanwoo-.”

The fact that Go Yohan easily caught up with me in long strides was annoying, but what bothered me even more was the constant chatter coming from behind. I couldn’t help but stop in my tracks, grinding my teeth. Go Yohan, who had followed right behind, stopped in the same way and grinned at me, looking down on me.

What a frustrating bastard.

“You’re eating, right?”

“Fine. But you’re paying.”

The sight of him casually fluttering a card was absurd. That settled dinner. I sighed and spoke. I had enough money to pay, but the words came out of a desire to mess with him.

“Jun, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t you remember?”

But Go Yohan slouched his shoulders and muttered, as though blaming me.

“Please don’t spend any more money.”

What kind of rich boyfriend talk is that? I suddenly realized something and froze. Thinking again, Go Yohan didn’t seem the type to have anything to do with money.

“…If it were the third financial sector or something related to construction, I’d believe it.”

“What? What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

I quickly shut my mouth. Then, I reluctantly gave a sharp remark to Go Yohan, who had come up next to me.

“If I don’t spend money, what the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Call me. Then I can stick to you and lend you money, and I’ll get interest too.”

“……”

This was just disgusting.

Honestly, Go Yohan’s actions all came back as poison for me. He tilted his large body slightly, trying to act cute in a way that didn’t suit him at all. What I hated the most was that it really did look cute. How could that giant frame look cute when he was acting like this? I blamed myself for finding it cute. I quickly looked away and ran toward a Hanwoo restaurant, unsure of its location.

After we ended up at an unknown barbecue joint near the school, I shoved a cheap piece of meat into my mouth, not even knowing what it tasted like. Then Go Yohan said something that really struck me. “Well, even dairy cows are Hanwoo.” He was calling Hanwoo trash. And then I understood the meaning behind Kang Suhyeon’s behavior—the gesture of touching the tips of his index fingers together. Go Yohan explained that it meant they were cutting ties. The one who explained it to me asked seriously.

“Did you cut ties?”

“Cut ties? What do you mean?”

“Did you cut it with your fingers like this?”

“No?”

Should I have done that? Frowning, I looked at Go Yohan, who pressed his forehead and grumbled.

“How could you not do that? You idiot. You gave that bastard another chance.”

“Are you in elementary school? What the hell…”

“Don’t look down on elementary schoolers. This is an unspoken agreement. Call him again. Bring him here.”

“Bring him here and what do you want me to do?”

“You stay quiet. I’ll break that bastard’s finger.”

“You went to the same high school as me, took the same exam, and got into the same university, right?”

At my scolding, Go Yohan’s eyes shifted sideways. Despite this, his hand was quick as he scooped up meat with a spoon and put it in his mouth. I sighed and placed a piece of cooked meat on his plate. When he saw the meat on white rice, he finally turned and grimaced.

“Hey, shit, don’t give it to me, eat it yourself.”

“I’m full from the cake.”

I didn’t have much of an appetite and wasn’t hungry. So, I just picked at the side dishes, and Go Yohan raised an eyebrow as he watched me. He let out a sigh of disbelief and leaned back, sharply speaking.

“Do you know why I asked you to eat? It’s because I wanted you to watch me eat. Damn, I can’t believe this. Why the hell did you eat until you were stuffed with cake?”

“What are you talking about? You told me to eat it.”

“That time, you were supposed to eat both the cake and the meat!”

What the hell does he want me to do? I was so dumbfounded that I glared at him from head to toe.

“This is ridiculous. I’m not eating a single bite. You eat it.”

Go Yohan, now desperate, began piling cooked meat onto my plate with his spoon. I stood there, holding my chopsticks, staring blankly at the scene. When the meat fell under the charcoal fire due to Go Yohan’s clumsy handling, I continued.

“I don’t want it. The meat here tastes bad. You eat it.”

“No. You need to gain some weight.”

“Why would I gain weight for you?”

What’s in it for me if I get fat for him? When I asked, Go Yohan chewed the remnants of the meat stuck to his spoon and casually said.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. I’ll make you strong enough that you won’t even pass out. I’ll keep at it until morning. What a waste, damn it.”

I almost bit my tongue in shock at his sudden honesty.

“You crazy…”

Although I knew no one would hear us in the noisy restaurant, I kicked Go Yohan’s shin out of frustration. Bastard.

“Ah! That hurts.”

I agreed with Kang Suhyeon’s words for the first time. Why the hell am I friends with him?

“It really hurts. Jun, don’t do this.”

Go Yohan looked at me with puppy eyes, lowering his gaze, and intentionally whined while rubbing his shin. His ridiculously handsome face made me even more annoyed.

Why the hell am I living with this guy?

****

Kang Suhyeon had an unusual obsession with this assignment. He was so fixated that he obsessively sent me a [First Night Plan] of all things. The contents were absolutely ridiculous. It was clear evidence of why Kang Suhyeon had gotten a C- on the last group project.

[A perfect plan for a moderately sexy, romantic first night.]

“Is this a proper sentence? How did he even take the CSAT?”

The contents were even more absurd.

[The most important thing for the first night: Atmosphere, Romance, Success.]

“…Is he out of his mind?”

Of course, condoms, a clean and safe location, cleanliness—what else would he include? I was so dumbfounded that it almost made me laugh. Alright, let’s see how far this goes. I scrolled down, and as expected, he wasn’t in his right mind.

[Plan: 1. For a successful experiment, we have prepared a test subject who has built a long-standing trust with the experimenter. 1-1. The selection and preference analysis of the test subject were conducted through the experimenter Kang Jun’s information gathering. Based on this, the plan will proceed with the experimenter's data. 2. For anonymity, the test subject’s information has been kept strictly confidential. There are no issues with safety.]

“Damn, is this bastard trying to advertise that I had sex with the professor?”

He guarantees the anonymity of the other party, but why isn’t my anonymity being protected? It’s all over the place. Or is this his way of messing with me? I almost wanted to ask whether he even knows that the professor will read the submitted assignments.

[Kang Jun didn’t accept my request to cut ties, so I had no choice but to send it to him. It’s definitely not because I still have lingering feelings. I couldn’t execute it, but Kang Jun, with his prior record, was more suitable. It couldn’t be helped.]

The last sentence was a complete disaster. Go Yohan was right. I should have struck him down, broken his fingers or whatever. Damn it.

When I got home and opened my laptop for the assignment, I immediately slammed it shut again in disgust. At the same time, I heard someone scratching at the door with their fingers.

“Jun-, please open the door.”

“Get lost. Don’t even think about coming into my room again.”

This was all Go Yohan’s fault from dinner. By the time he realized something was wrong, I had already locked myself in my room.

“It was a joke! I meant I was going to headbutt you.”

“......”

“Ah! Open the door. Jun, just for a second. Just one second, that’s all I need.”

“What are you going to do with just one second?”

“I’ll come in in one second.”

So, basically, you’re saying you’re coming in. This bastard. I couldn’t hold back my anger, stood up immediately, and kicked the door where Go Yohan was standing with all my might. I roughly brushed my bangs aside and glared at Go Yohan, who was on the other side of the door.

“Don’t talk to me until my assignment is done.”

I muttered a warning as I turned around and flopped down onto my bed, which was right in front of me. Despite the warning, I didn’t have any assignment deadlines looming over me. Most of it was already done, and I just needed to tidy up. I squinted my eyes at the harsh fluorescent light and covered them with my forearm. My irritation wasn’t because Go Yohan had been teasing me.

From the other side of the door, I heard something slowly brushing against the door. The pace was very cautious.

“Alright. When you calm down, come out. Got it?”

The sluggish tone, along with the incoming depression, soaked into my mood.

“…This house has terrible soundproofing.”

It was a pointless complaint.