Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 29.1

"Ugh, my throat."

I rubbed my heavy eyelids with my hands.

In the pitch-dark room, where not a single ray of light slipped past the blackout curtains, the only thing glowing was my phone screen. The constant flickering seeped through my barely open eyes. Ugh. Groaning, I reached for my phone, which had been rolling around somewhere beside me, only to realize why it was lighting up so insistently.

Five missed calls, two unread messages. In my half-asleep daze, I checked the oldest one first.

"Son, I'm sorry I still can’t make it home. The clients made a mess of things, then all took off for the Christmas holidays. Can you believe that? All this talk about labor rights and work-life balance—I'm sick of it. But I’ll push to make sure we at least spend New Year's together. Love you always."

"……."

Now that I think about it, for most of my life, I never really spent holidays in any special way. I barely even remember how I spent most of them. Usually, we’d just celebrate all the occasions at once whenever my parent was home that month. So why should I suddenly feel sad or lonely about it now?

"Me too. I miss you."

I sent a reply before lazily checking the rest of the missed calls.

Kang Suhyeon. That damn Kang Suhyeon. Does this asshole not have any friends besides me? Seriously, he’s insufferable.

"Since you weren’t answering, here’s a test: Did the amusement park hold their annual fireworks event this year or not?"

And as always, adding some nonsense on top.

"They didn’t."

I tossed my phone aside as if it had burned me.

The moment I started waking up, a headache hit me. Honestly, just a headache would be a blessing. My back was aching too, so I groaned and buried my face into the blanket. It smelled different from usual. Not my scent. A scent steeped in deep, blue melancholy.

Go Yohan’s scent.

I buried my nose into the blanket and inhaled deeply. Why does Go Yohan always smell so good? Even back when I hated him, I had to admit—his scent was nice. Kind of like soap. Cool and clean.

"Smells good."

The thought slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Well, whatever. Who cares if I said it out loud? Something good is good. My mind was foggy, but I wasn’t an idiot. This was my house, obviously. And there was no one here to hear me anyway—

"You like it? My little porcelain doll."

—Or at least, there shouldn’t have been.

The moment my brain snapped into alertness, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. Silky, soft strands of hair tickled my cheek and neck, and a low, languid voice murmured right against my ear.

My swollen eyes snapped open.

And the instant I realized this wasn’t my bed, memories from last night came rushing back.

Reality and memory aligned.

This was Go Yohan’s bed.

And of course, I was naked.

As for Go Yohan, who was lying behind me—I had no idea.

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