Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 18.2

"......These fucking perverts, were you two really like that? I had my doubts, but fuck, you disgusting dogs. Ugh. Ah, I feel sick. Shit, I believed in you, Kang Jun. You're like a fucking bat."

"What do you mean by 'like that'?"

Go Yohan forcefully swept his fingers across his cheek, pulling up the scant flesh there slightly.

"What do you mean by 'like that'?"

"What do you mean what? This fucking..."

Suddenly, a phlegmy noise rumbled from Kim Minho's throat. Ptui. Yellow phlegm fell onto the cheap carpeted floor. Trembling, Kim Minho glared at Go Yohan and said,

"Shit, shi-aaah!"

Unable to contain his anger, Kim Minho swung a heavy punch, but Go Yohan's foot was faster. He struck Minho's shin, and in the balance that Minho lost, Yohan slapped his face again. He even kicked at Minho's waist as he tried to dodge to the side. It all seemed like a routine. Go Yohan then firmly stepped on the fallen face with his indoor shoes, lifting the corners of his lips.

"He doesn't even understand English, so he doesn't get the full picture."

"Urgh..."

"You need morals, man. Didn't I tell you to study?"

It was overwhelming.

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