Eighteen’s Bed

Dragging my tired body, I climbed over the wall and entered the building. Going down the filthy stairs, I reached a bathroom with the lights off. I shuffled along and leaned my forehead against a broken mirror that barely reflected anything. I hated the thousands of reflections of Go Yohan in the mirror, distorted by the grime.

“Why are your eyelashes so long? How obnoxious.”

This made a shadow over my eyes, which only made it worse. I also hated my thin hair, which curls up slightly when it gets wet. My sunken eyes were horrifying, and my features—needlessly large, casting shadows—were disgusting.

As I leaned my forehead against the mirror, I felt a shudder from somewhere behind me, like a muffled groan skittering along the wall and hitting my skin. Ah, ahh… Ahh. Ahh… Ahh, ahh, aahh! Screaming! I poked my lower lip out, glaring at my reflection in the broken mirror.

“Who the hell’s mating in this trash heap... all kinds of bugs are probably crawling in every hole.”

It’s like all abandoned buildings where no one rents. The owner probably gave up hope long ago. So, even if his stuff is full of trash, sex, cigarettes, alcohol, and violence, he wouldn’t know. Didn’t Han Junwoo say something like that? He first had sex in the middle school bathroom.

But did that bastard really think about having sex in a place like this?

Ah, aahh, aahh! Screaming! Screaming! Aahh! Aahh! Screaming!

The egret, dormant in my memories, opened its eyes. Thick eyebrows, neatly groomed hair, and deep double eyelids lifted. Dark brown pupils could be faintly seen between the skin and flesh. That bastard lowered the toilet lid, then somewhere, he jerked off, piston-like. I vividly recalled the scene where his shirt slid down, exposing his shoulders, and he shook his hips.

This was the first time I imagined someone else having sex, and it felt strange.

“If you can’t follow public rules, that’s what happens. You’re a shameless bastard.”

I pulled my forehead away from the dirty, cracked mirror. Then, I stepped into the stall where that bastard had gone to do his thing. The door was off.

I grabbed his thick black hair, like I was going to rip it out of his scalp. The bastard, shaking his hips, tried to turn his head in surprise. That wouldn’t be fun. I was already as upset as I could get. I pushed him forward, making sure he didn’t see me. His body, as vivid as reality, bent in pain. The moment my knuckles scratched his skin, I felt it vividly, even the pain.

I wonder how he’ll cry. I want to see him cry, tears and snot flowing, his face turning red. That would ease the anger inside me. I smirked and kicked his protruding hip bone hard with the tip of my foot. His indoor shoes slipped on the dirty, trash-laden floor. Looking at his legs spread open in front of me, I suddenly thought: It’s an ideal triangle.

I yanked his hair, hard, and slammed his dirty white face into the tiles. It was so rough that his face bled. He didn’t scream since I didn’t know his voice. He collapsed forward without a single scream. The sound of his face smashing into the water tank was loud. Only then did I feel satisfied, and I let go of his hair.

Is sex really that great? To want to do it in a place like this?

“Barbaric. Not even an animal.”

My hand, holding the rosary, moved. The pitiful bastard collapsed in front of me had already fainted.

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He needs to be more careful about his behavior.

This was the conclusion from the fantasy I had last night. A kid who looks like he can’t fight for shit should be flailing around with his lower body like that? He could easily end up as someone’s punching bag, his ass showing for everyone to see. Hell, he might even be left passed out with his pants down, showing all his holes for the world to see.

That’s just how life is. You never know what’s going to happen. Maybe he’ll end up living like me, stuck in the shit.

“Should tell him to live his life properly.”

I’m not usually this nosy. I’m not. But I have to say something. Tell him to live his life properly. I’m not the type of person to get involved, but... yeah, I should say something. Live your life properly.

As I walked, I kept fiddling with the rosary in my hand. I’m enlightening him. Live your life right.

The atmosphere in the dorm was awkward. Even though the structure was exactly the same as the west wing, it felt strangely unfamiliar. Finding Han Junwoo’s room wasn’t hard. As you know, he was somewhat famous. Just as famous as me.

“Trash bastard.”

I squeezed the rosary as if I were going to rip it apart. But that path isn’t his. Destiny told me. He should walk a more reserved path. That’s the right path for him. It might be a little late, but maybe he can still turn back. First, I need to give him some advice. Tell him not to live like that...

And then...

And then...

As I scratched the rosary with my nails, a rough sensation ran up my fingers. The destination came into view. I snapped out of my thoughts and knocked on the wall with my hand. Right, he needs to be more reserved. I’m helping him. I’m... doing it now... immediately...

A sense of urgency surged within me. That dirty bastard might be having some more filthy sex with someone else in the bathroom. So I grabbed the first idiot I saw walking into the classroom and asked him.

“Call Han Junwoo for me.”

The kid I grabbed looked at ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) me and then nodded to himself, “Ah!”

What the hell are you doing?

“Wait a second.”

Then, from somewhere below my stomach, it started pounding, like someone was slamming a fist against a desk. “Wait a second.” In a moment, Han Junwoo would come out of this classroom and talk to me, right in front of me. I gripped the cross on the rosary with one hand. What should I say? How should I convince him?

Should I ask him to go to church together? Then we’d see each other every weekend. Eventually, we’d get closer. And once we were close, what would happen? What would happen? I’d have to scold him.

The plan I came up with while leaning against the wall felt satisfying. A perfect scenario where I’d take in the poor little lamb. That way, we’d become good friends. And until then, I wouldn’t have to keep doing things like relieving stress the way I just did. Stress can be relieved later, after we’ve become close friends.

I felt uneasy. But I was sure. I didn’t have a reason, but I felt it the moment I saw him. My hand clenched and then opened, tightening the plan as my eyes fell on a strange pair of indoor shoes. It was like they were looking for me. It was like chewing on cotton candy floating in the sky.

But when I lifted my head, what I found wasn’t him, but confusion and discomfort.

“What’s this? Why are you looking for me?”