Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 25.2

"..."

It seems I can't escape it. In truth, I never even intended to.

Go Yohan's breath touched right beside my lips. We were outside, in this old world, and just across from us was a street full of drinking and dancing. The ground was littered with torn flyers, and both Go Yohan's and my sneakers were soaked as if marinated in water. And me too. My eyes, getting damp, gently closed.

"I understand."

It was a totally out-of-place remark. Even I felt awkward saying it.

Yet, upon my response, Go Yohan slightly opened his eyes. That was our last eye contact. And it was probably my lips that touched his first.

"..."

There was no smell of cigarettes from the touching lips, just a rough scent lingering like a trace. How strange. I raised my hand and slowly caressed Go Yohan's cheek. While doing so, I pushed him towards the window where green tinted sheets were sloppily stuck, blocking the view from outside.

With my eyes slightly open, I surveyed the empty street, ironically without letting go of Go Yohan. As soon as my fingertips touched his thin skin, Go Yohan's skin twitched briefly and then relaxed.

It stung. It was because Go Yohan's front teeth had bitten my upper lip. So I too gently bit into Go Yohan's tongue that was entering softly.

"Ah-ha."

That meant it hurt. I lifted my eyelids and saw Go Yohan's eyes right in front of me. When did he open his eyes? Then he must have seen me awkwardly scrutinizing the inside of the store and the street. Damn it.

I wrinkled my nose and closed one eye, winking. Then I grabbed Go Yohan by the scruff. Quickly I bit into his lips that were falling towards mine and then threw them off as if tossing them aside.

I taunted Go Yohan, who looked at me with incredulous eyes, even sticking out my tongue at him. Huh. My action made Go Yohan huff in mock frustration. See that. I thrust my raised nose towards Go Yohan. Then, without changing my position of facing him directly, I only moved my hand. It was to snatch the already opened umbrella.

"This is mine."

My umbrella snatching operation was smoothly executed. I slung the umbrella I had seized over my shoulder and threw the unopened umbrella at Go Yohan. He caught it easily with his left hand. Really annoying.

"That's yours."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Go Yohan inspected the new umbrella. His face clearly showed dissatisfaction. It was a new umbrella. What's wrong with it? As I was about to ask, Go Yohan rubbed near his lips with his fingers and said,

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