Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 23.3

I lay on the bed for a long time, lost in pointless thoughts, when suddenly a thirst overtook me. It was probably because the stew that had come with my meal was too salty. I pouted my lips and, after a brief moment of hesitation, got up. It had only been an hour and a half since I had closed the door and staged my protest.

"I really have no patience."

I pressed the back of my head, which had been heavily flattened, with my palm as I unlocked the door. In the process, I strained my ears, trying to detect Go Yohan’s presence. The fact that I couldn’t find any trace of him in that small gap only proved that I was still a fool who couldn't help himself. No sounds, no movements.

"Did he go out?"

I let the door handle fall uselessly as I turned it. Yeah, it was my fault for expecting something. I shook my head lightly, blaming myself. Well, it was me who had said I wouldn't come out until the assignment was done. But still, the faint feeling of disappointment kept bubbling up, and I couldn't shake it off. It was so pathetic.

"...What are you doing, really? Kang Jun."

I scratched my cheek, feeling embarrassed, and opened the door fully. And then I saw him. Go Yohan. Leaning against the wall next to the door, he was asleep, his back bent slightly. I had missed him, hidden by the door. My heart stopped, as if I couldn't breathe when I saw the tips of his pale toes. But the moment I saw the back of his head fully exposed, my heart began to race wildly.

"..."

There was a pink rubber ball resting on his limp palm, seemingly about to fall off his fingers. As I stared at the ball, which hung loosely on his fingers, I clenched my lips. The pink ball, which looked exactly like the one that used to bounce around in the classroom, was now repeatedly pressed and released in Go Yohan’s hand. I had always disliked this rubber ball, both back in high school and now.

I frowned and leaned over. Then, I listened closely beside the sleeping Go Yohan. There was the faintest sound of breath. Only then did I relax, and I picked up the ball resting on his palm and rose to my feet. That's when I noticed his phone, which had dropped beside his left hand.

More precisely, I saw the many unread alarms on Go Yohan’s screen.

"...His number’s changed too."

I had known this, or rather, I had figured it out. It had taken me a while, but I had guessed that Go Yohan wasn't without friends. And even though he had deleted me, there were still messages trying to reach him, and I felt discomfort. I knew what this feeling was, but I couldn't admit that it was jealousy, so I kept my mouth shut.

Tch. I nudged his phone away with the tip of my shoe.

"..."

But I guess I'm not the type to do something petty. I should have just ignored the person sleeping in front of my door. I softened again, seeing him tilt slightly, unable to hold up the weight.

"Ugh, seriously…"

I gripped my waist with one hand and rubbed my forehead with the other, sighing. I really need to fix this bad habit of mine. I clicked my tongue lightly.

"I don't even know anymore."

Maybe I still have a long way to go before I grow up. I felt sorry for myself, living like this for now, but honestly, it felt better to just do what made me feel at ease for the time being. I turned around, planning to go to the kitchen, but then turned back into the room. I grabbed the small blanket that had been carelessly thrown on the bed and came out. As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I kneeled down, determined to make a last stand. It was my final attempt to prove I wasn’t someone so easy.

"I'm just covering you with a blanket, alright? Just the blanket. Got it?"

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