Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 199 End

And Han Junwoo twisted the corner of his lips and said.

“You’ll be fucking soon.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I’ll introduce you. To you.”

Han Junwoo ignored my words and arrogantly rubbed his chin. I kindly showed Han Junwoo my middle finger.

“Syphilis. You get an STD.”

Without waiting for a reply, I left the classroom. With my hands in my pockets, I walked down the hallway, thinking.

Ah, how should I kill Han Junwoo?

The opportunity came faster than I expected.

Every bastard who knew me said that. That GoYohan was really lucky. That he lived a destiny gifted by God, like a fanatic. Me? Considering my family, not at all.

I’ve been an abandoned child since middle school, and I only clung to religion to live in this house. I wanted to be saved. But sometimes the wheel of fortune runs past me. Both good and bad.

I had no interest in some rice ball bastard who transferred in at an awkward time. But Kang Jun treated him really well. That rice ball, I mean. Kang Jun was truly a pushover bastard, as his reputation suggested. Kang Jun is nice. Kang Jun was truly nice. Pathetically so. How will that stupid bastard live his life being so nice?

Kang Jun is nice. He’s an only child from a rich family, so sometimes he’s annoying, and he’s not fun.

Everyone used to say that. Kang Jun is nice, sometimes ill-mannered, and always boring. Being with Kang Jun, I felt like I understood why those words were said.

Kang Jun’s personality really wasn’t my type.

Kang Jun is nice, but I’m too nice too. Ha, anyway, being too soft-hearted is a problem. So I should govern that poor lamb with love, yes, with love. Because he’s wasting his life liking that slutty Satan, Han Junwoo. I’ll just help him up to that point and then abandon him. Honestly, Kang Jun is so damn boring. He’s the kind of bastard you’d get tired of after playing with him a few times.

Once, I played a prank on Kang Jun. I stared intently at him, and he got flustered, touching his cheek. The sight was somewhat pleasing, so I kept staring, and Kang Jun opened his heavy mouth.

“…What are you staring at?”

“There’s something on your face.”

“No, there isn’t. I just checked.”

His reaction was boring too. I was about to say ‘ugliness’ but got embarrassed and shut my mouth.

He won’t even let me play a single prank. What an ill-mannered kid. It was also annoying how his eyes subtly turned cold whenever he looked at me.

I openly gave Kang Jun a mocking laugh. Kang Jun didn’t have much of a reaction either.

I often feel a strangeness in my emotions. Why did I tremble so much looking at this bastard? I really can’t understand myself. Honestly, I don’t feel that overwhelmed now. I must have been crazy for a while in my first year. Why would I… a pushover bastard who only has his face?

Around May, rules emerged in the classroom. Most of those rules were advantageous to me. As if they were tailored just for me. This is why I can’t help but love school more than home.

My heart is like that too. It was truly chaotic. Around the time spring ends and early summer arrives, the classroom will return to being my world. What will I do then? Should I tell Kang Jun he likes Han Junwoo? Then Kang Jun will definitely cry. Fuck, I want to see it. Anyway, I did want to see Kang Jun cry. If even the lingering attachment I have now disappeared, it seems like it would be easy enough.

The season of evergreen. I waited only for that day. My day of freedom.

Sometimes, when my mood fluctuated after seeing Kang Jun gaze longingly at Han Junwoo, I’d dunk the imaginary Kang Jun’s head into a sink full of water. His face alone was quite a turn-on.

When will he finally cry? I really need to see Kang Jun cry once. I really do.

What is this?

<Try focusing on non-fiction problems. You’ll probably get around Grade 3 quickly. Well done, Kang Jun. P.S. Sorry for looking at your grades without permission. It was just open, and I saw it when I went to close it.>

What is this?

Seeing the note written while I was briefly out of the classroom, I couldn’t think at all.

What does this mean?

Kang Jun? Why did he leave this?

With the hand wearing the rosary, I traced the hastily written words. ‘Well done.’ Well done, me? I was only thinking of dying after getting these grades. I was only thinking of committing suicide, vividly picturing a future where my father would tear at my ear, full of holes, calling me an incompetent pig bastard.

A ruthless bombardment of kindness pressed my nape to the floor.

I just stood there, staring at the classroom floor. Then, fearing someone might see, I hurriedly crumpled the test paper. The hand holding the test paper trembled like an aspen leaf. A calm magnolia scent wafted from various parts of the classroom. That scent that always came from the house next door around the beginning of spring. The smell of a flower shop refrigerator.

“…Is he crazy, Kang Jun?”

An irresistible gravitational pull drew me in. Even the dust floating in my mind was sucked in completely.

Kang Jun is nice. And boring. Why is Kang Jun nice? If you like Kang Jun, you’ll know. He’s a total pushover.

The bastard who brutally mocked and ignored Kang Jun in front of me was Han Junwoo. That’s when it started. When I began evaluating Kang Jun.

I shouldn’t have listened to Han Junwoo back then. Who around me could talk about Kang Jun? They were all Han Junwoo’s stepping stones. I realized I had been seeing Kang Jun through Han Junwoo’s eyes. It was utterly arrogant.

That night, the Kang Jun in my imagination stared at me quietly, his school uniform buttoned all the way up to his neck. There were no signs of him having been hit, nor was any part of his body missing. I had always only seen his back, but it was the first time his front appeared. There was no Kang Jun brutally crying and begging for my forgiveness.

The first thing Kang Jun said, showing his front for the first time, was this.

“Yoohan-ah, kiss me.”

Me?

“Yes, Yoohan-ah. You.”

Kang Jun opened his arms towards me and smiled. Just like that face I saw in the cafeteria once.

“I want to do it with you, not Han Junwoo.”

“I like you more than Han Junwoo.”

Fuck, I probably lost my mind right there and lunged at Kang Jun.

I had my first kiss. The other party was Kang Jun in my imagination. Of course, there was still no sensation. I just kissed the air. It was truly a pathetic first kiss.

One wheel of fortune crushed me, and another avoided me. Because a cart needs at least two wheels to roll. The wheel of fortune that avoided me was the transfer student. Han Junwoo had started watching the transfer student a few days ago. How did I know that? Because Kang Jun was watching Han Junwoo. And Kang Jun was watching the transfer student that Han Junwoo was watching. Just like me last year and this year.

“Fuck. Watch where you’re going. That’s what happens when you don’t look properly and don’t even know what’s in front of you.”

Han Junwoo tormented the transfer student at every turn, and Kang Jun secretly watched that transfer student. And he whispered in a voice so low no one could hear.

“Just die, you stupid bastard.”

Only I heard it. Only I. Only I, who was in charge of Kang Jun in this terrible four-way race. How thrilling that moment was.

What did Kang Jun just say?

Goosebumps ran down to my toes. His muttered words, like a small chirp, were filled with pure malice. Petty jealousy, I was amazed by such a familiar emotion. I pressed the tingling tips of my fingers with my nails. I reached out a trembling hand and lightly pushed Kang Jun’s shoulder.

“Jun-ah.”

At that moment, the gaze that had been veiled by petty jealousy instantly threw off its cover and shone brightly.

“Huh? Why?”

I hadn’t thought of what to say when I called him. The core that had never voluntarily reacted in my life began to stir slightly. Brain-splitting endorphins churned in my lower abdomen. Because of those eyes, pretending to be clear and shining. I had seen it, you see.

“You.”

“Me, why?”

“You’re really nice.”

Kang Jun subtly furrowed his brows. I let out a hollow laugh. It was only now beginning to show. That Kang Jun was a damn interesting bastard. An opportunistic bastard tainted by sordid jealousy. A layer of Kang Jun’s true face was revealed.

“What kind of strange things are you saying now?”

“Jun-ah.”

“Why again?”

“Wanna go to church?”

Kang Jun opened his mouth slightly, then quickly closed it.

In that bustling all-boys high school, I was the only one who saw Kang Jun’s mouth shape.

Kang Jun, seen through my eyes instead of Han Junwoo’s, was truly an interesting kid. Kang Jun might be worse-tempered than I thought, always ill-mannered, and sometimes nice. As if Kang Jun’s assigned cleaning area was the recycling nobody wanted to do. In both first and second year, Kang Jun was in charge of recycling. I looked down from the classroom window at Kang Jun, who was separating plastic bottles and plastic bags.

“What are you looking at? Is there anything to see outside? Why do you keep smirking? Let me see too.”

Just then, Kim Minho and Kim Seokmin squeezed in next to me.

Kang Jun, having finished recycling, turned around and stopped abruptly, staring intently at something. This time, he raised his long, thin fingers and stroked his neck. Kang Jun’s neck is nice. Long, clean, and white. But the direction Kang Jun was looking in wasn’t very good.

Kang Jun mumbled his lips slightly. It was obvious. He must have been muttering some crude curse again.

“Were you just looking at Kang Jun? Hey, man. This bastard’s suspicious.”

“Suspicious, huh.”

The more my curiosity about Kang Jun grew, the greater my malice became. Everyone said I was lucky. That I lived a destiny gifted by God. I still don’t think that way, but this time, I decided to believe it a little. That was the signal for the first beginning.

“Jun, you know.”

“Kang Jun? Why?”

“Doesn’t he seem a bit off?”

The moment my words ended, six eyes gleamed.

And by chance, truly by chance, I saw a small red line on Kang Jun’s cheek.

“…”

Did he get hurt?

Feeling something strange, I was about to pull away from the window, but my rosary was roughly tugged. It was because of Kim Minho, who was pressed tightly against the window. That bastard’s body was pressing on the windowsill, and the crucifix was caught there. This—fucking cholera bastard. I grabbed Kim Minho’s arm as if to tear it off and threw him to the floor.

“Get out of the way, you fucking bastard!”

“Ah, fuck. Sorry, sorry.”

Fuck, I gripped the rosary that was almost broken and looked out the window again.

The dangling strap caught on my fingertips. A faint grumbling sound was heard from beside me, almost inaudible, but soon it vanished into a mirage.

It was because Kang Jun had tucked his plump lips into his mouth. I instantly pulled the rosary as if to tear it apart.

Kang Jun, do you know what it feels like to walk barefoot on scorching asphalt? Tar, baked by the midsummer sun, emits a terrible stench. The black monster covering the dirty pile of dirt even melts stray dogs passing by. Animals unable to endure the pungent smell and boiling heat writhe convulsively, then stretch their melted arms and legs towards the sky and die. Come to think of it, they recently repaved the asphalt in our neighborhood, didn’t they?

In the classroom, the only cradle where I could curl up and sleep, a dream was born. I’m so greedy that I have to have everything. An eighteen-year-old who wants to even steal petty jealousy. Even the fleas hidden within the silk blanket had to be mine.

But strangely, the scratch on Kang Jun’s annoying and unpleasant cheek bothered me terribly. My insides felt twisted and contorted, as if they were hideously crumpled and turned inside out.