Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 28.7

I glanced sideways at Go Yohan, catching his eyes again as he smiled awkwardly. Sometimes, I have moments of madness, independent of time or space. Just like now.

"You."

Yet, there are moments too lovely to simply pass by, especially when Go Yohan looks too adorable. To me, who has become vulnerable to him in my life, these moments inevitably arise. They're beyond my control.

Moreover, this irresistible force often leads me to the strangest of times. That's why those who frequented brothels or stirred up trouble were seen as fools. Those already saturated with stimuli really don't understand truly erotic moments. It's not porn or sex that drives people mad. It's the foreplay that happens before porn and sex begins. The mental arousal.

"..."

"..."

Go Yohan's fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel. Ignoring my plea to not look at me, this time, he gazed out of the opposite window without being asked. The only sounds in the quiet atmosphere were the slight noises we made each time we touched the intact body of the car.

"Jun."

"...Yeah."

I stroked the pebbled surface of the leather with the blunt part of my fingers. I called out, and he responded, but our conversation didn't continue. Then, a slightly heavy sound thudded against the car window. A drop of water crashed onto the glass, creating a crown-shaped spread.

I slid my hand from the leather seat, then caressed the collar of my coat. Though I was moving my body, it felt strangely as if I wasn't controlling the movements.

Thud, thud. Heavy droplets fell on the thick metal roof. I was the first to speak.

"The fireworks must be canceled."

"..."

"Because of the rain."

Pink-stained fingernails scraped the coat. Following the direction my hand had swept, the surface of the coat distorted. Go Yohan, with his muscles firmly defined, lifted his right arm and stroked it with his left hand. He also touched his shoulder while holding up his arm. It was just like the meaningless torment I inflicted on the coat and the seat. Go Yohan then rested his chin on his arms, which he had stacked on the steering wheel. The rain intensified, blurring the car windows.

"I might start smoking more."

Go Yohan's statement broke the silence, oddly enough. Yet, it was so characteristic of his presence, like shards of glass thrown into a calm lake.

"-Huh?"

"What do you think, should I?"

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