Eighteen’s Bed

"What... is this."

What did I just hear?

Suddenly, I recalled visiting Han Junwoo’s hospital room. The strange atmosphere from that time began to make sense. Go Yohan’s oddly brazen demeanor, and Han Junwoo’s father, nervously watching. No way, it couldn’t be. I refused to interpret it. He’s just a high schooler. Go Yohan is just a high schooler.

"Ah, I remember now. That dumbass thing you said. The most ridiculous thing I heard at that dinner table."

Gorosa couldn’t hold back her anger. She bit her lip, letting out a frustrated groan, and then shouted so fiercely that veins stood out on her neck.

"What was it again? That he didn’t like crab? Oh, that’s right. Hey, you idiot. That bastard’s crazy about shellfish. He can finish off a whole crab or lobster in one sitting. Get a grip, you moron! You got played! That bastard’s a real psycho!"

The torrent of words—honestly, it scared me. And second, I thought it didn’t make sense. Go Yohan couldn’t be that calculating. Not with his personality.

"…No."

I was sure—Go Yohan was shunned by his family. I still believed it. Nothing had changed. It was just the avalanche of unbelievable claims over the past few days—opinions that shattered everything I thought I knew—that had me confused. That was all. So, to defend my own reasoning, I frantically searched for evidence to counter her words.

"It’s a lie."

Gorosa, breathless from her outburst, gritted her teeth and pressed a hand against her chest, swallowing her anger. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them, her voice was calmer—just slightly.

"A lie? Are you stupid or just naive...?"

But Kang Jun was already swaying in the storm, and Gorosa was unwavering—utterly certain. That’s human nature. Sometimes, another person’s confidence can shake your beliefs like dry leaves in the wind.

"…But Go Yohan knew how to cook for himself, how to use the washing machine—he figured it all out alone."

"That’s so obvious it’s driving me crazy. He probably read the manual."

"……."

I couldn’t argue with that. When I searched my memory, I clearly recalled Go Yohan flipping through an instruction manual. My mind grew hazy. My head throbbed from the inside. I couldn’t think straight, and I pressed my palm against my forehead. Dizziness hit me. I leaned against the wall, feeling like I was about to collapse. Gorosa scoffed at the sight.

"Hah, it’s funny when you think about it. Did it never occur to you that not knowing how to do those things would be weirder? Scooping rice, taking side dishes from the fridge, washing dishes—everyone knows how to do that, don’t they?"

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