Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 0

Love only truly flourishes between people who are alike. That’s the key to happiness. I agree with that. Similar values, similar family backgrounds, similar education levels, similar financial standing, similar levels of physical attractiveness. Like attracts like. I was a clever child who understood that this was the expressway to the happiness everyone sought.

And then, the year I turned seventeen, I realized I was in the midst of an extraordinary love. Maybe it had been love at first sight, and I was only now coming to terms with it. But because I prided myself on being rational and logical, I dismissed it as just a high schooler’s first crush and brushed it off without much thought.

Still, the feelings that were wound so tightly inside me blocked my throat and, in the end, choked me.

“Please take me to Sinsa Station.”

Now, I’m watching the city’s dawn scenery roll past me. A message, sudden and intrusive like an unplanned appointment, had stolen away my early morning peace.@@@@

After receiving it, I sat on my bed for a moment before getting up with a muttered curse. With no one at home except the housekeeper sleeping downstairs, there was no chance anyone would notice I was gone. So, I decided to go.

Silence greeted me from the other side. Irritated, I stared at the void for a moment before exhaling sharply. I pounded on the door again, this time with more force.

“I said, open the damn door!”

This situation—honestly, it was disgusting. Imagining what might’ve gone on in this room overnight made my skin crawl, but I couldn’t stop myself from knocking. Han Junwoo had asked me to come, and I was enduring this repulsive scene because he was the one who’d infected me with that first “illness.”

“Why the hell are you calling me when you’re off having some useless one-night stand, you worthless bastard?”

God, this is unbearable.

The life of an eighteen-year-old.