Eighteen’s Bed

"I'm fine. I was looking for you anyway."

What? My brow furrowed instinctively. What the hell is this guy talking about? This overly optimistic bastard.

Out of nowhere, Shin Jaehyun pulled a yogurt cup from his pocket and held it out to me. I leaned back slightly, staring at the pink-wrapped yogurt in silence.@@novelbin@@

"What is this?"

"Yogurt. It was on today’s lunch menu at school."

"……"

"I don’t think Korea is very considerate of students with lactose intolerance."

"Why are you giving this to me?"

"I thought you might’ve only eaten bread again."

As if my refusal didn’t faze him at all, Shin Jaehyun kept talking with that same easygoing smile.

"It’s for you."

"I'm good. Give it to someone else."

I didn’t feel like eating. I was just about to take the chance to leave when—

Growl.

"……"

No matter how I looked at it, this was just a cursed year. Nineteen was an unlucky age. With a flushed face, I wrapped my arms around my stomach. The thought of the lunch I hadn’t been able to eat because of Go Yohan crossed my mind. And then, the thought of Go Yohan himself, who hadn’t even bothered to follow me.

"……Ah, fuck."

So that’s it. I wasn’t even worth following anymore. Just a discarded hand.

I swallowed hard and lowered my head, speaking in a voice that probably came out a little sharper than I intended.

"I'm not hungry."

"Really? That’s a shame."

His obvious lie was met with an equally genuine tone of regret. Then, without hesitation, Shin Jaehyun reached out and slipped the yogurt into my pocket.

"Then give it to a friend. Anyone."

"I said I don’t want it. Just keep it."

"That would be a bit of a problem."

What problem? He had way more friends than I did. Meanwhile, I had no one to give it to. I swallowed down the irritation rising in my throat and forced a smile.

"No, I don't think it’d be a problem at all, Jaehyun."

"Do me a favor and give it to anyone you pass by. If you don’t eat it now, it’ll just go to waste."

"Why?"

"Because I’m heading back to the classroom to read quietly."

With that, Shin Jaehyun reached out and flattened the fold in my pocket where he’d stuffed the yogurt.

"It’s almost summer. Dairy spoils fast."

"It’s not that hot yet."

"Yeah. But it might be by the time you find someone else to give it to."

His words trailed off into a smile—one of those unwavering ones that made it clear he wouldn’t argue further. I glanced down at the bulging pocket and decided it wasn’t worth the effort to keep pushing back. It was a waste of time. And honestly, I didn’t even want to deal with Shin Jaehyun right now.

Yeah. It’s just a damn yogurt.

"Fine."

"Great, thanks."