Eighteen’s Bed

Chapter 22.5

A large hand firmly grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked it upward. My body instinctively reacted, losing balance and half-collapsing against Go Yohan. Of all possible positions, why this one? Embarrassment poured over me like a waterfall. Amidst the lingering scent of cigarettes and alcohol that clung to the young men around us, Go Yohan’s distinct scent hit me all at once. Overwhelmed by unbearable discomfort, I grabbed onto his t-shirt. Of course, I did it unconsciously.

"You’re acting like you really like this, Kang Jun."

“…That’s not it."

Go Yohan chuckled as if teasing me. I kept my eyes on the floor and muttered to myself. Damn it.

"Oh, right. Let’s make it clear this time. You don’t count the time until we actually start. Count once it begins."

I flinched, caught red-handed for the trick I’d been using. It was true that I’d been playing dirty, so I couldn’t shamelessly act like I wasn’t guilty.

"Answer?"

"…Got it."

"Good."

I felt helpless. I lost my brakes in an instant. I should have saved it for when I really needed it. As unease took over, my strength drained, and my back gradually bent forward. Naturally, my ear pressed against his chest. More precisely, just below his collarbone.

"……."

At the same time, my face grew unbearably hot. His grip on my shoulders tightened. It was because of the heartbeat thumping through the cartilage of my ear.

"Go Yohan."

"What?"

"Calm down. Your heart is beating way too fast."

"Of course it is."

It was pounding so hard, I wondered if it might burst. The sound of his rapid heartbeat rushed into my ears, shaking my own heart in sync. My insides were just as loud, growing restless along with it. But why the hell did his face still look so composed? I felt like I was about to die of embarrassment, afraid he’d see my expression.

"You’re inside me."

With those words, Go Yohan’s hand grasped my joints and pushed me down onto the sofa. Before I could react, the world spun. By the time I came to my senses, I was already seated on the couch, led entirely by his grip.

"Ah…."

As I lifted my chin, our eyes met. Go Yohan was straddling me, his knees bent on either side of me on the couch. Then, as if satisfied with how he had me in place, he let go of my hands.

"Don’t start counting yet."

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