Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 28.6

I didn’t hear how the child’s parents responded. No, I couldn’t hear them. My mind had gone completely blank as Go Yohan draped his outer coat over my shoulders, fastening the front half-heartedly.

Go Yohan’s shoulders were rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths. Why? As I was asking myself, Go Yohan grabbed my arm and pushed through the crowd, dragging me outside the snack shop. I had no choice but to follow behind him, half-reluctantly, watching his broad back.

He glanced around frantically, scanning the signs as if he were searching for something. Then, once we reached a quieter street with fewer people, he abruptly stopped. His brow furrowed as he darted his eyes around, looking for something—maybe a specific path.

“Hey, Go Yohan.”

“What.”

“Drink this.”

“What?”

One of those rare moments in my life. Something worth commemorating.

December 25th. The day I finally witnessed Go Yohan looking at me like I was insane.

The truth was, I didn’t care what Go Yohan was searching for. What mattered was what I had for him. Grinning slightly, I raised the nearly empty cup in my hand.

“I bought this for you.”

And then, I asked.

“But earlier—why were you looking at me like that?”

The question tumbled out, almost on instinct. I had been so curious that I couldn’t hold it back any longer. But, unfortunately, I never got an answer.

Because instead of responding, Go Yohan took the cup from my hand like it was nothing and downed the remaining drink in one go. Then, licking his lips, he muttered:

“Looks like I raised you wrong.”

What the hell was he talking about? My brows furrowed at the completely nonsensical statement. Seeing my confusion, Go Yohan added:

“Were you always like this, or are you starting to take after me?”

“Take after you?”

“Oh, I see.”

Before I could even understand what he meant, he had already reached his own conclusion. But judging from his expression, he didn’t care about the answer—he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked at me with that familiar smile. Something about it felt ominous.

“You’re copying me, aren’t you?”

“What? No.”

“You used to copy me all the time in high school. Don’t you remember?”

What kind of bullshit was this? The absurdity of it made my brows knit together even tighter.

Go Yohan’s long, slender fingers reached up to his bangs, which had grown far too long.

Ever since he turned twenty, he’d let his hair grow out, slicking it back most of the time. But a few stray strands always fell forward. His fingers moved to push them back—a natural motion, yet still unnatural.

His fingers had been stiff for a long time. Even though he could move them now, he could only do so by exerting extra effort. And when he did, three of them would move together, like now.

“…Back then, I wasn’t copying you either.”

“Just say you were. Every time you did, I felt like I was going insane from how much I liked it.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his fingers.

Why the hell did I find those hands so maddeningly captivating?

Go Yohan, oblivious, glanced up at the sky while running his fingers through his hair. I was staring at him, entranced, when he suddenly spoke again.

“And you even bought lime flavor, knowing I like it.”

“……”

“The lemonade was good.”

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