Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 77 Go Yohan, Quiet

It was fortunate that my right arm was injured. If it had been fine, I might have rashly thrown a punch and been the one to get beaten. Go Yohan, who had struck Han Junwoo’s face with his knee and foot, helped me a lot. Enduring the stomping feet that rained down on my back, I blindly slammed my knee into Hong Hwijun’s face.

My calf scraped against the ground. My dust-covered pants were tattered from the friction. But there was no way I had the presence of mind to care about that now.

“You fucking piece of trash, you, you bastard, let go—!”

My ears already heard nothing. All that remained in me was venom. The resolve that I would rather die than fall beneath them. That resolve kept me going. I hunched my back as much as possible to hide my face, but I couldn’t block the kicks flying towards my ears or temples. All I could do was grab Hong Hwijun’s head with murderous intent and madly smash his face with my knee.

“You, fuck… you son of a—!”

Sand filled Hong Hwijun’s mouth as his face was buried in the dirt. Why did he open his mouth, anyway? I ignored Hong Hwijun’s words and continued to press down on his head with all my might. My crawling legs awkwardly hit Hong Hwijun. And finally, the world suddenly tilted upwards.

“Everyone, stop! What are you doing!”

Someone grabbed my armpits and pulled me. Fuck, is this the end? As I worried, I caught a glimpse of the PE teacher’s face. Why did the last face I saw have to be the PE teacher’s? This was truly unlucky. And then the world went dark. My face hurt terribly. My body, too.

Then I opened my eyes.

I don’t remember what happened between closing and opening my eyes. What I saw before me was a plain ceiling, not the school scenery. I slowly turned my head. It felt like every bone in my body was breaking. Next to me were a bedside table and an IV drip. I knew instantly. It was a hospital.

And I knew one more thing. Nineteen-year-old Kang Jun’s life was ruined.

“…This sucks.”

The room, which appeared to be a single room, was as quiet as a dead mouse. No ordinary person would have paid for a room like this. My parents must have been contacted immediately. And one of my parents’ secretaries must have handled the arrangements. It was terrible. I guess everything was exposed in the end.

Five months and thirteen days. My parents were away from home. At this point, I sometimes wonder if I’m an abandoned son, but every time a video call comes in, I think that I am a loved son.

Actually, the cast on my arm couldn’t be hidden. It’s impossible to just show my face during calls for three months straight. After a cold assessment, I confessed to my parents myself. I had even planned a strategy. If I revealed the truth first, wouldn’t my parents be unable to question me further? Reconsidering it, it was a pretty good idea.

So, on the first day I got the cast, I lied and said I fell down the stairs.

‘Why are you like this? I don’t know why you’re getting hurt so much these days. Is something wrong?’

As expected, my parents were very worried. But since they couldn’t know the exact reason for my injury, they fully trusted my lie. At times like this, I’m so glad I’ve been a good son to my parents all this time.

“Now I’m really in big trouble.”

To think that a lie based on that trust would be exposed like this. I truly never imagined it.

Ignoring the stinging wounds that ached with every slight movement, I turned my body to the other side. I wanted to find a clock to see what time it was.

“…”

And then I saw Go Yohan on the opposite side.

Go Yohan, curled up and asleep on the sofa.

Why is that bastard here?

I lay on the bed, shocked. My body, which had been turning to the side, stiffened. If I looked in a mirror, my eyes would probably be wide open, showing all the whites. It was that surprising. Outside the window, the sunset cast orange hues gently across the hospital room, and beneath the rippling curtains, pale-faced Go Yohan lay asleep with his hands clasped between his legs.

But seriously, why is that bastard sleeping here?

Instinctively, I searched for my phone. I wanted to know what the hell had happened. Moving my arm, which felt like its joints would pop out with the slightest movement, I grasped at the bedsheets, but found nothing. Of course, it wouldn’t be here. I frowned and turned my head to look at the bedside table on the opposite side.

“…It might be there.”

My dry throat felt scratchy. At the same time, a strong sense of hesitation welled up. My body hurt too much. But I was still curious. In the end, curiosity won. My parched lips mumbled a low curse as I reached out my hand.

“Ugh.”

My hand didn’t quite reach the drawer handle. I pulled my body closer and waved my hand. Thump. Thump. After hitting the drawer a few times aimlessly with my palm, I finally managed to grab the handle.

“Hoo…”

Got it. I exhaled sharply in relief and pulled. And I made a mistake. I had the wrong posture. As soon as I applied force, my elbow bumped the IV stand.

Thud, the IV drip fell to the floor with a loud clatter. I hastily reached out my hand, afraid the needle stuck in my arm would come out on its own. Fortunately, the tube was long, so a blood-gushing tragedy didn’t occur.

“…”

Tududuk. Torororok. The sound of my neck turning and my eyeballs rolling.

It was just my imagination, but if someone had been next to me, they might have actually heard those sounds. Fortunately, Go Yohan hadn’t opened his eyes yet. Didn’t he wake up? I sighed in relief.

“Haa…”

I firmly gripped the IV drip and slowly raised my body. Every joint seemed to creak. My gaze remained fixed on Go Yohan. And at that moment, Go Yohan’s long, narrow eyes slowly opened. As if he had been watching me even with his eyes closed, his small pupils were directed at me.

“…”

“…”

A silence fell, as if ice had descended.

“You.”

Go Yohan, with his eyes half-closed in a languid manner, subtly smiled.

“You really do what you say.”

His hands were still clasped between his legs. As if he hadn’t fully woken up, his voice was gentle and calm.

“Hong Hwijun, that bastard’s nose bridge is broken.”

“…”

“You did it.”

Go Yohan subtly closed his eyes and chuckled lowly. Go Yohan’s bent body stretched, regaining its original length. His dangling legs instantly swept through the air, past the sofa. I narrowed my eyes, watching the scene. Lucky him, with long legs. Annoying bastard.

“I…”

I started to speak, then closed my mouth. Ahem. I cleared my throat forcefully. And then I opened my mouth again.

“…Did I win?”

“You didn’t lose.”

Go Yohan’s meaning was crystal clear. I let out a big sigh. Damn it.

“I’m screwed.”

“Good for you. You’re handsome.”

Is this bastard playing with me right now? I frowned and closed my eyes.

Honestly, it’s true. Why would Go Yohan come all the way here? To oppress and ignore me like Han Junwoo? Or did he have some other intention? Normally, I would have kept my mouth shut and watched him carefully, but the result of at least not losing to Hong Hwijun seemed to have intoxicated me. Half of it was bravado, and half might have been due to my mind being clouded by painkillers. In short, I had eaten useless courage.

“Why are you here?”

I heard a scoff, a sound of air escaping. Go Yohan lightly tapped the leather of the guest sofa with his fingertips. That action inexplicably made me feel choked up.

“Did you come to mock me? What kind of fighting is this from a clumsy idiot who can’t even fight?”

“…”

“Are you going to slap me like Han Junwoo did?”

This time, Go Yohan was silent. I didn’t hear his laughter either. Go Yohan slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand, simply staring blankly at his fingernails. I let out a self-deprecating laugh and continued speaking.

“Or did you already slap my cheek while I was asleep? It feels numb, so I guess I already got hit.”

“Why did you fight Hong Hwijun?”

“Are you kidding me? Why are you asking me about a mess you started?”

He asked in a surprisingly serious voice, then fell silent again. I blatantly scoffed at Go Yohan. He lifted his gaze from his fingernails, looked at me, and asked.

“Did Hong Hwijun say that?”

“He mumbled something or other.”

“Really? That fucking bastard. You beat him up well.”

I heard another scoffing laugh. He ignored me, then suddenly got annoyed, and now he’s come all the way to find me, doing things with unknown intentions.

“Why are you really here?”

As soon as Go Yohan heard my question, he blinked his eyes slowly and then got up. Eussya. Mumbling a slightly heavy grunt, Go Yohan settled properly on the sofa and slowly stroked his chin with one hand. Then he glanced at me, immediately turned his gaze to the air, and said.

“Come straight to school when you recover.”

“Are you crazy? What kind of humiliation do you want me to face?”

“I won’t let you face any.”

“Why?”

“…”

“Why you?”

“Because.”

Go Yohan interlocked his fingers. His long fingers intertwined. Strangely, Go Yohan’s voice was damp.

“Just because.”

Go Yohan tilted his head and looked at me. His small, narrow pupils felt peculiar. I found myself unable to take my eyes off those pupils. Lying on the pillow, I blinked my eyelids, facing the strange Go Yohan. The orange-tinged hospital room was gradually approaching night. I slowly opened my mouth.

“No. I’m transferring schools.”

“Ha, what crazy school accepts a transfer student at this time of year?”

“I don’t know. Money will solve everything. My family has a lot of money, and besides, my overprotective parents wouldn’t just leave their only son like this…”

“No.”

A brief silence fell. My expression naturally contorted. What did I just hear? But before my question could come out, Go Yohan preempted me.

“If you transfer, I’ll follow you.”

“Crazy.”

Go Yohan was definitely crazy.

“But you’re going to study abroad anyway, aren’t you?”