Eighteen’s Bed

December. As soon as the finals were over, the classroom turned into a chaotic mess. We watched movies non-stop until the fourth period.

The usual group of nerds who shut themselves up in their rooms and only worked on problems had no idea what to do for fun. And, of course, they brought in a boring movie series. They kept rambling on about the continuity of the film universe as if it was exciting, constantly forcing us to watch, but I was already sick of it after the first one, so I just focused on my listening practice.

Because of that, my seat automatically changed to the back. Right next to Go Yohan. The silver lining was that he didn't place his calf on my thigh or openly poke my cheek. It seemed like he had painfully realized that such actions could harm his reputation.

But he didn't stop with his antics. Even though he pretended to be cautious, Go Yohan's true nature never went away. A prime example was when he slid his hand under the desk to touch my knee.

“…Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Other people can see.”

“They're not looking.”

I flicked my knee, brushing off Go Yohan's hand. I leaned back in the chair, my eyes aimlessly fixed on the screen. The only thing that was mildly interesting about this movie was that the male lead was somewhat good-looking. Resting my chin in my hand, I kept watching, and Go Yohan leaned in closer.

“Aren't you curious?”

“About what?”

“How I did on the college entrance exam.”@@novelbin@@

“You must have done well.”

With nothing else to focus on, I just stared at the male lead’s back and butt. Suddenly, the guy in the seat in front of me shouted, "You shouldn't fall for it, you bastard!" completely blocking the screen with his head, and I couldn’t see the lead anymore. I tilted my head toward the aisle. Just in time, a service shot filled the screen.

“…The exam is over, and your tone is still so lacking in sincerity. You.”

Looking at the swaying hips, I didn’t feel aroused; I just felt frustrated. It wasn’t like some perverted animal behavior. Were they barbarians?

“Hey, Jun.”

Well, at least it was better than the shots of women’s chests. Those didn’t even get a reaction from me.