Eighteen’s Bed

Clink.

Go Yohan finally shut his mouth.

But whether he was talking or staying silent, he always managed to dig into my head and fuck with my thoughts. There wasn’t another bastard quite like him. I let out a sigh and grabbed my head.

And again, memories from that time surfaced.

I pressed them down with conscious effort and spoke.

"You already threw me away, so why the hell would I grovel? Is that what you want?"

"That’s…"

Of course. There was no way someone as talkative as Go Yohan would stay quiet. But I couldn’t shut my ears to this. That time? My curiosity, my entire focus, zeroed in on him. My senses searched for Go Yohan alone.

"You were the one who acted recklessly first."

"…What?"

"I wondered sometimes if you were just toying with me. Or maybe I was just a throwaway extra in this movie called ‘Good Boy Kang Jun.’"

"You son of a—!"@@novelbin@@

"Looks like you’ve got the wrong idea."

Go Yohan pointed at himself and smiled gently. It was a smile I hadn’t seen in a long time.

"I was the one on top."

I was so dumbfounded I lost my words. That was not an answer I had even considered.

Go Yohan ran the hand that had touched my forehead down his own nape, exposing the pale line of his throat.

And like an idiot, my gaze followed it without thinking.

It was instinct.

God, I wish he’d just drop dead.

Luckily, he was too lost in his own thoughts to notice where I was looking. He spoke in a low voice.

"And I really hate being cast as a side character."

A rush of heat shot up my face.

I grabbed the nearest object and squeezed it tight.

"So that justifies what you did?"