Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 194

How absurd. Why should I? Kim Minho mumbled something in response to my words. But was it worth listening to anymore? And I had already said everything I needed to say. It was enough that I had stepped up for the greater good. Wow, I just did something really good. This was definitely an incident worthy of going to heaven. As expected, doing good deeds makes you feel good.

I took a step back with a light heart, then grabbed something resembling spinach from Kim Minho’s side dishes with my unwashed hand. I grabbed it with good intentions. For him to go on a diet. Green vegetables intertwined with my hand, which was covered in yellow ink. I carefully placed it on his ribs and stirred it a bit. I wiped the grease on Kim Minho’s school uniform.

A crumbling face has never been this entertaining. So who was it that said he was right, Minho?

“Today, just eat plain rice and kimchi. You’re about to get foot-and-mouth disease. You know I said that with good intentions, right? I love you.”

“Hey, you fucking bastard, hey, man, you fucking, you think I can’t eat this?!”

“Oh? Oh! Oh! You’ll eat it! You fucking bastard. Eat it! You’ll eat it! Eat it!”

“Okay. Eat deliciously.”

So sensitive. But it was done. Because he showed regret. Then I have the magnanimity to generously forgive him. Where else would you find someone as kind as me? I’m too good. I wiped my hand on Kim Minho’s uniform again and turned to leave. Beside me, a blurry face I vaguely remembered playing with a few times suddenly spoke.

“Go Yohan, are you really not eating?”

“Yeah. I said I’m not eating…”

It was when I opened my mouth, intending to answer since we were in the same class.

We met eyes. Really. This time, for real. A white bird flowing through black water was looking at me. Han Junwoo was among the third-years who had gathered. His slightly swollen double eyelids, more so than yesterday, closed and opened.

“…”

Someone around me seems to be talking to me now. What did they say? Why was he looking at me?

How did that bastard get a face like that? The thick double eyelids that clearly appeared with every blink, the long white neck, the plump lips that moved softly with every mumble, the jet-black hair contrasting with his white face, the hands often covered by clothes, the slender fingers, the bulging cheeks that moved with every movement—everything about him was strange and peculiar. Fuck, how can a person look like that?

His dark gaze swept over me for a long moment. Then he turned his head, pretending not to. And the moment he fully presented the back of his head, the sound of the crowd poured over my head.

“…”

Wham! The sound of lunch trays hitting dishes. The hordes of dog-pigs pushed past me. My body swayed as if someone had hit my back. Oh. I quickly looked up at the clock. It was 15 minutes past the start of lunch.

Am I crazy? Why is my mind on the verge of turning like I have dementia? Oh, right. I had dementia.

“Uh…”

Why did adolescent Go Yohan fall down the stairs in the early morning? Thanks to that, the back of his head was crushed like tofu. Clearly, the Go Yohan before that was brilliant. Now he’s a centipede with thousands of legs. A red centipede that lived in a toilet and died floating in toilet water.

Han Junwoo brushed the shoulder of the bastard standing in front of him. What are you doing? He’s just another guy with a dick…

At the same time, that child glanced at me. It was only for a fleeting moment, but I definitely saw it. His eyes were neither big nor small, but his pupils glowed faintly with a light tawny color. And I read malice in that gaze. I don’t know what it was, or why he was looking at me like that, but I was so angry.

Fuck, that bastard looks at me like that, and out of all things, he looks at me with those eyes?

Seventeen, accustomed to returning home late at night. It’s an age when you don’t want to go home. I’ve dared to call this period ‘storm and stress.’ Anyway, even if I go home, no one will look for me. So it’s only logical to go where many people look for me. That’s logic.

I meet guys introduced by classmates, and others whose names I don’t even remember. You could call it disposable friendship. I liked it quite a lot, and it didn’t make me uncomfortable. I hate deep friendships. Because eventually, everyone will hate me. Of course. That’s just how I am.

So I accidentally chatted and accidentally played, then suddenly felt like shit and came back. There’s a moment when those bastards’ eyes change. Then my conversation is over.

On the way home, the sun had already set, and the gloomy night had arrived. The neighborhood on the left side of the school. I stopped by an old 4-story building that looked exactly like me. It seemed to have been vacant for a long time, filled only with cigarette butts and soju bottles.

The door was locked with glass, but if you pulled on a first-floor window, one would always open. Someone had been coming and going. There was no elevator, and it was just an awkward height. Even the fact that there was a bathroom in the semi-basement was just like that fucking bastard Go Yohan.

“Yohan. Public urination is a serious crime.”

Life is already fucked up, so death can’t be fucked up too, right? At least after death, I should go to a happy place. They said heaven is a place where everyone is happy.

I dragged my tired body, jumped over the fence, and entered the building. If you go down the dirty stairs, you’ll find a dark bathroom. I shuffled along and leaned my forehead against a broken mirror that barely reflected a proper image. I intensely hated the thousands of Go Yohans reflected in the water-stained mirror.

“Why are your eyelashes so long? How annoying.”

Because of this, my eyes cast shadows, making me look even more grotesque. I also hate my thin hair that gets slightly curly when it gets wet. My sunken eyes are terrible, and my unnecessarily large features that cast shadows are disgusting.

As I leaned my forehead against the mirror, groans reverberated through the wall from somewhere, hitting my skin. Ah, ahhh. Ugh. Ah… Ah, ahhh, ack! Ack! I stuck out my lower lip while glaring at myself in the mirror.

“Who’s mating in this dump… All sorts of bugs will get into every hole.”

That’s how all abandoned buildings that haven’t been rented for years are. The owner must have lost hope by now. So they don’t know that their property is full of trash, sex, cigarettes, alcohol, and violence. Didn’t Han Junwoo say that too? That he first had sex in a middle school bathroom.

But did that bastard even think of having sex in a place like that?

Ah, ahhh! Ack! Ack! Ack! Ahhh! Ack! Ack!

The egret sleeping in my memory opened its eyes. Thick eyebrows, neatly trimmed hair lifted the plump double eyelids. Light tawny pupils subtly appeared between flesh and flesh. That bastard put down the toilet lid and then, somewhere, got a hard-on and started thrusting. The scene of him shaking his hips, unaware that his shirt had slipped down, exposing his shoulders, vividly came to mind. Then, a distorted laugh burst out from an unknown feeling.

It’s my first time imagining someone else having sex, and this feels a bit… weird.

“That’s what happens when you don’t follow public place rules. Shameless bastard.”

I lifted my forehead from the water-stained, heavily cracked mirror. And I entered the stall where that son of a bitch was thrusting. The door had been removed.

I dug my fingers into the dense black hair on his crown and grabbed it as if to tear it. The dog-bastard, who had been thrusting his hips, was startled and tried to turn his head. That wouldn’t be fun. I was already in a bad mood. I pressed him forward with force so he couldn’t see me. His body, vivid as reality, writhed and bent at the waist. It was so real that I felt pain as his fingernails scraped hard against the back of my hand.

How would he cry? I hope he cries with tears and snot flowing, his face turning red. That way, I’ll feel a little relieved. I grinned and lightly kicked his protruding ankle a little harder with my toe. His slipper-clad foot slipped on the floor, which was covered in all sorts of filth. Looking at his splayed legs in front of me, I suddenly thought. What a perfectly ideal triangle.

I yanked his tightly gripped hair and slammed his white face onto the dirty tile. Hard enough to make blood burst. Since I don’t know his voice, he collapsed forward without a scream. There was a loud thud as his face hit the toilet tank directly. Only then did I feel satisfied, and I let go of his head.

Is sex that good? To want to do it even in a place like this.

“How barbaric. Like an animal.”

The hand wearing a rosary moved. The pathetic idiot who had collapsed in front of me was already unconscious.

He needs to be careful with his behavior.

That was the conclusion I reached from my imagination last night. Someone who clearly can’t fight worth a damn, if he goes around being so promiscuous with his lower body, who knows which psycho’s sex toy he’ll end up being? He might really end up unconscious with his pants down, showing his holes to everyone.

That’s just how life is. You never know what will happen. You might end up living stuck in sewage like me.

“I need to tell him to live his life properly.”

I’m not usually someone who meddles this much. No, I’m not. But I still have to say something. To live his life properly. I’m not usually someone who meddles this much… With every step I took, I fiddled with my rosary. I’m enlightening him. Telling him to live properly.

The atmosphere in the East Wing was awkward. Even though the structure should be the same as the West Wing, there was an unfamiliar smell. It wasn’t difficult to find Han Junwoo’s classroom. As you know, Han Junwoo was quite famous. As famous as me.

“That slut.”

I gripped the rosary as if to tear it. But that path is not his path. Fate told me. He should walk a more chaste path. That is his right path. It might be a little late, but maybe it can be reversed. First, I need to give him direct advice. Tell him not to live his life like that, and… then…

Then…

As I scratched the rosary with my fingernails, a rough sensation rose. My destination was already in sight. I cut off my thoughts and knocked on the wall with my hand. Yes, he needs to be a little more chaste. I’m helping him. I… right now…

An urgent feeling surged. That promiscuous slut might be having dirty sex with someone else in the bathroom again. So I grabbed anyone trying to enter that classroom and asked.

“Can you call Han Junwoo for me?”

The bastard I grabbed looked at me, then said “Ah!” to himself and nodded. What’s he doing?

“Just a moment.”

From that moment, something below my belly pounded fiercely, like a fist hitting a desk. Just a moment, he said. In a moment, Han Junwoo would come out of this classroom, look at my face, and speak. I held the crucifix attached to the rosary in one hand. What should I say? How should I persuade him?

Should I ask him to go to church with me? Then I’d see him every weekend. And then we’d get close. What would we do if we got close? What would we do? I’d scold him.

The plan I came up with while leaning against the wall was satisfying. A perfect scenario of taking in a poor lamb. Then we would become good friends without any problems. For now, let’s stop doing things to relieve stress like earlier. It’s not too late to relieve stress after we become close friends.

I was anxious. But I was certain. There was no reason. It was just what I felt the moment I saw that child. As I clenched and unclenched my hand, solidifying my plan, I saw unfamiliar slippers in my line of sight. As if looking for me. It felt like chewing and swallowing cotton candy floating in the sky.

However, the moment I looked up, what I found was not that child, but bewilderment and displeasure.

“What is it? Why were you looking for me?”

“Who are you?”

It was a face I had never seen before. I wasn’t looking for you right now. As I frowned, he spoke first.

“Han Junwoo.”

“…”

“I’m Han Junwoo. You said you were looking for me.”

“Why are you Han Junwoo?”

“What are you talking about, you idiot?”

“That can’t, that can’t be.”

“What can’t be? Are you here to pick a fight with me?”

“Then.”

Do you happen to know a kid with white skin and a high nose? There’s a kid who looks pale because he doesn’t get sunlight. The kids said he was Han Junwoo. My chattering mouth wouldn’t move. Why would I say that? If you’re Han Junwoo, then who is he? Is he a ghost or what, damn it! My confused head buzzed loudly. The words that finally squeezed up my throat were completely different, though.

“No, never mind.”

“Ha, are you training a dog, you crazy bastard?”

The bastard claiming to be the real Han Junwoo gradually faded from my memory. Even though he was right in front of me. Han Junwoo, the most famous in the East Wing. Han Junwoo, who became more famous than Go Yohan. Han Junwoo, whose record was so flashy that he couldn’t be forgotten. That bastard was covered by that child. So who was he?

I grabbed my confused head and turned around, walking down the hallway. I passed one classroom, and then I was just staring at the stairs leading to the only passage connected to the West Wing.

“Han Junwoo. I’m not helping you with your homework anymore. How long are you going to leave it all to me?”