Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 9.2

"Did you get permission from your parents before coming?"

"Did you get your parents' permission before coming here?"

I heard a mocking voice mimicking me. Go Yohan snickered, imitating my way of speaking but making it sound even more like a goody-two-shoes. I stopped my hand from opening the door and glared at him. But Go Yohan wasn’t the kind of guy to care about a glare.

"So what?"

Go Yohan tilted his head slightly and smiled with his eyes.

"When did I ever talk like that?"

"Even if you didn't say it like that, that's how it sounds."@@@@

Is my way of speaking really that nerdy? I couldn’t believe it. My brow furrowed automatically.

"Do I really sound like that?"

"Yeah. That’s right."

That morning, I woke up with Go Yohan. I handed him a spare toothbrush I had for guests. As for his uniform, well, he had brought it himself. Breakfast was a lunchbox my parents had ordered in advance. I even got a message saying that starting today, someone would come by to stock the fridge with side dishes, so I shouldn’t worry about meals. My parents' message blinked on my phone screen.

"What about your meals? I don’t want my son eating cold leftovers. Sorry for now, sweetheart."

The screen dimmed back to black over time, and in that black reflection, I saw Go Yohan.

On the way to school, I asked him,

"Do you know how to cook rice?"

"Rice?"

"Yeah. You can use a pressure cooker too."

"Oh. Yeah, I know how."

Go Yohan cooking rice? The thought alone was ridiculous. My imagination ran wild, and suddenly, an image of him in an apron popped into my head. I burst out laughing, and Go Yohan, not even knowing what was so funny, just laughed along with me. He probably thought I was making fun of him. But I didn’t explain, just let him keep laughing.

Once I got to school, I figured I should text my parents. Tell them it’s fine, that I can cook for myself.

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