Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 28.2

I let out a sharp breath and shook my head. So I was right. Well, whatever. I should be glad that Go Yohan isn’t the type to dwell on the past. Though, thanks to that very trait, there had been plenty of exhausting moments.

I searched the air for barely visible snowflakes, then looked at Go Yohan standing in front of me. That cold, indifferent face, staring at the delicate descent of snow—it suited him and didn’t at the same time.

It felt like watching a silent film in an empty movie theater long past its time.

A red carpet too quiet to be real. A chair so cold it sent chills up my spine. A sense of unease, like sitting in a seat stained with something unknown. The weight in my chest, a dull and tightening ache just above my solar plexus.

Honestly, the sight of falling snow is nothing but cliché. The first snowfall of the year isn’t anything special when you’ve seen it dozens of times in your life.

Yet, I just stood there, unable to move. Because before me, in the flickering light of this silent film, fine strands of downy hair caught the glow, reflecting it ever so faintly, and something in my chest ached.

“…It’s pretty.”

“It is.”

Go Yohan echoed my words like someone who had left their mind elsewhere.

Hearing his response, I turned my gaze back to the world beyond the glass. But that wasn’t what I found pretty.

“Will it pile up?”

Even now, instead of saying what I actually meant, I threw out something else. So typical of me.

And even in this moment, my first thought was, If the snow piles up, going home is going to be a pain in the ass.

That kind of realism, even at times like this—I hated myself for ruining the mood and bit my lower lip in regret. People don’t change that easily, I guess.

“If it piles up before we leave, that’d be a real pain in the ass.”

“……”

“What?”

“…Nothing. Just reminded me of something.”

Out of nowhere, I suddenly remembered the time I used to hate Go Yohan.

Annoyingly enough, despite despising him back then, I had already felt like our values were strangely aligned. And now, that very alignment was surfacing again.

“What did it remind you of?”

“When I first met you.”

By my definition, that would’ve been in my second year. So technically, it wasn’t a lie.

But to my offhand remark, Go Yohan gave me a strangely amused smile.

What’s with that look?

Then, as if to make things worse, he slowly ran a finger up his chin in thought.

The most frustrating part?

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