Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 9.4

"It's true, isn't it? You like Han Junwoo!"

I flinched at the sudden loud voice and instinctively frowned, too busy trying to process what the hell was going on. Fuck, why would I ever like a loser like that? Just being associated with him was enough to piss me off. I answered with as much irritation as I could muster.

"I'm telling you, no! No way! I really don't!"

At my words, Yohan lifted his head. But the expression on his face was a smirk—pure mockery.

"Yeah, right. Then what was that Post-it note with Han Junwoo's name on it?"

"What Post-it...? Wait."

"That was..."

Your name.

But I couldn’t say it. I clenched my mouth shut. Yohan's smirk only deepened at my silence. The moment I saw that distrustful look on his face, I wanted to spill the truth just to wipe it off. But reason held me back.

Should I just say it? What kind of face would Yohan make? The thought of it gave me an odd thrill—but that would be a microscopic happy ending.

"......."

Was I really supposed to throw away my future just for a brief moment of satisfaction? No way in hell. After a long internal struggle, I decided to give up a small hand and end this situation. A macroscopic happy ending was more important. Besides, Yohan’s suspicion was starting to get on my nerves.

I ran a finger across my forehead. Was this the right choice? My hesitation didn't last long.

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