Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 27.1

My university life is ruined.

It’s not just ruined; it’s properly ruined.

Damn, what? Nowadays, you don’t even need to go to the Sinhwan Club? Outsiders are plenty, and outsiders stick together? All bullshit. I tried to rely on the rumors floating around on the internet and let myself drift into the massive river of university life, but all I had left was a pathetic list of contacts.

You’re really screwed now, aren’t you? The voice of my past self, Kang Jun, who tried so hard to fit in while hiding my true self, whispered to me. It’s clear now. I had been ignoring it, but I couldn’t pretend not to know anymore.

I am screwed.

But just because I don’t have any friends doesn’t mean I don’t have anyone to waste time with.

“Wanna go for a drink to celebrate the end of the semester, friend?”

Ugh. I swallowed the dry air as I looked at the message that had arrived two hours ago. Friend. Does this person really think of me as a friend? I’ve never once thought of Kang Suhyeon as a friend, yet in his boundary, I seem to exist as a friend. How strange. Or maybe it's because he got a good grade in Gender and Marriage thanks to me. The professor praised it for its fresh take on such a cliché topic and promised an A.

I should be thankful, but why does he keep bothering me?

"By the way, don’t call me a friend if you're going to act like an asshole."

And to this guy, Go Yohan wasn’t a friend, but ‘a friend’.

The play Sex and Gender, which had gone through so many twists and turns, was well-received for completely changing the subject and ending. I said my goodbyes to Kang Suhyeon, whom I would likely run into again someday, in a friendly manner. Even though I secretly thought, I wasn’t happy to meet you, and I never want to meet you again. But this oblivious science student kept sending messages relentlessly.

Even if I wanted to ignore them, who knows what life will be like, right? I realized that the university society is much smaller and less free than I had thought, so I answered one of the three messages. And the fact that the third message was the one asking for a promise made me suspect that Kang Suhyeon had figured out my response pattern—his timing was almost too perfect.

“Ugh, really.”

“No. I need to prepare for my last major exam tomorrow.”

Despite the two-hour gap between my reply, Kang Suhyeon’s response came back in no time.

“Preparing? Then it should be fine.”

“What’s fine about it?”

“Preparing means you’ve finished something, right? If you’re like me and haven’t done anything, you wouldn’t need to prepare anything.”

“Is this guy even a student?”

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