Eighteen’s Bed

The saying goes that enemies always meet on a single-log bridge.

But is Kang Jun really my enemy?

A vague question suddenly struck me.

"Do you jerk off to your enemy?"

I don’t know. He’s the first in my life.

There was no running away. To an eighteen-year-old, school was its own empire.

What should I do when I first see Kang Jun? That bastard will definitely ignore me again. He’ll act like he doesn’t see me, pretending to be above it all. And Han Junwoo—Junwoo, Junwoo—he’ll pull his usual shit, tormenting someone to the brink of death without even realizing what he’s doing.

But Kang Jun doesn’t know yet.

He doesn’t know that his words don’t really hurt me anymore.

A round of applause for Go Yohan, who has accepted everything.

No one else will do it, so I might as well.

I acknowledged it. And once you acknowledge something, escaping from it becomes easier. If you think lightly of it, it becomes light.

I had my first task set for the day.

That task was: “Do absolutely nothing.”

With the start of the new school year, the classroom was filled with tension. East Hall and West Hall students had been mixed at random.

It was the same in our first year too, but for some reason, by the time we became second years, people had developed a sense of belonging to their randomly assigned sections and started acting all high and mighty about it.

It was utterly pointless.

Especially for Kim Minho.

That bastard was actually close to tears as he glared at Han Junwoo.

“Ah, ah... fuck. How the hell did everyone else get separated, but the four of us ended up together? Fuuuck. I don’t know a single person in this class. Is it really true that we got mixed in with those East Hall bastards? Are you serious?”

“Why, isn’t Lee Seokhyun and Kim Seokmin here too?”

“Hey! It’s just the four of us! Did you not see that this class is packed with Han Junwoo’s people? Fuck, this is corruption. It’s favoritism! That bastard Han Junwoo probably got his friends in because his family has money. See? This is why you need to have money in this world.”

But even those hanging around Han Junwoo kept glancing at me.

I almost met one of their eyes before quickly shifting my gaze to Kim Minho.

“You even know what ‘corruption’ means? How impressive.”

“You think I don’t? Huh? You think I don’t know? This asshole always talks down to people like he’s better than them. Huh?”

“Minho, can you at least try to talk like a decent human being?”

Seriously, Kim Minho has a talent for pissing people off.

The only reason I still hang out with this bastard is because I’m nice. Otherwise, he would’ve transferred schools ages ago.

“Hey, that’s not something you should be saying... Hey, look. Look.”

Kim Minho suddenly puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders.

The sight of it was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh.

This is exactly why I keep Minho around—he’s a walking joke.

Even Lee Seokhyun, who had been playing on his phone, straightened his back.

Only Kim Seokmin remained busy talking to some new group, probably trying to expand his social circle.

The guy approaching us was always standing next to Han Junwoo, lounging around with that same annoying attitude.

He looked tense as he stared at me and finally spoke.

“You’re Go Yohan, right? Inwoo-hyung talks about you a lot. You know who Hwang Inwoo is, right?”

Hwang Inwoo?

I racked my brain but came up empty.

Which meant he wasn’t worth remembering in the first place.

I gave him a vague smile.

“Never heard of him.”

You should always be honest with new people.

Starting school on a good note is important.

I’m not the type who likes fighting; I prefer peace.

I pressed the tip of my mechanical pencil hard against my molars as I looked at the guy approaching me.

And then, beyond him.

The face sitting in the chair, turned slightly toward me.

What are you looking at?

I suddenly felt irritated and clamped my mouth shut.

I threw my mechanical pencil onto the desk.

It clattered loudly before tumbling to the floor.

Kang Jun watched it fall.