I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 16

On the morning of the first day of filming,

Mitchell woke up and came out to the living room. He spotted Geon-woo sleeping soundly on the sofa and approached him.

Geon-woo was covered with a blanket twisted like a snake. Mitchell’s gaze was drawn to his spread legs in his underwear. Even though there was a separate guest room, Geon-woo had insisted on sleeping in the living room, so Mitchell let him. The sofa was wide and plush enough to be as comfortable as a bed anyway.

In truth, Mitchell wanted to have Geon-woo sleep in his bed, but he didn’t mention it, thinking Geon-woo would refuse.

Geon-woo was a bit strange. He said he was using Mitchell under the pretext of aiming for a comeback. Yet he didn’t seem like someone with particular desires. He just had a tendency to try to get overly close to Mitchell.

Geon-woo kept probing into everything about Mitchell. He dug in so persistently that it wouldn’t be strange if he was writing “A Biographical Encyclopedia: The Mitchell Edition.” It was odd.

‘Does he like me?’

It wasn’t a thought full of conceit, just a pure question that came to mind. But Mitchell immediately shook his head.

Geon-woo had said he liked women, but the truth was that Mitchell was thoroughly gay.

He loved men. Even if he met women, he didn’t form deep relationships. He liked them and dealt with them as human beings, nothing more, nothing less.

The women who dated him knew this and still met with Mitchell. They knew they couldn’t win his heart, but they could at least have his body. For a few months or weeks, he would love their bodies.

In any case, Mitchell was excellent at picking up signs of men trying to seduce him. He was an expert at figuring out who was gay or not, whether someone was hitting on him with ulterior motives or not. His radar for reading people boasted a 100% accuracy rate.

According to that radar, Geon-woo wasn’t gay. He didn’t seem to have any intention of fooling around with men for fun either.

He was an ordinary man you could see anywhere. The type of man who would date women, get married, have a couple of kids, and just live a natural life.

So why was he acting like this?

Why? Why was he behaving so strangely?

Mitchell thought that perhaps his radar wasn’t working to its full capacity. Maybe Geon-woo, being an actor, was putting on a subtle act.

As Mitchell looked down at Geon-woo with curious eyes, he suddenly bent his knees and sat down. After carefully examining Geon-woo’s body from head to toe, he grabbed the waistband of Geon-woo’s briefs and pulled them down.

That thing, vigorously erect from early morning, had popped out. It was even bigger than when he had seen it before.

“Mmm.”

Geon-woo stirred, waking from sleep. Mitchell left the waistband as it was. He deliberately didn’t tuck the exposed member back in.

As he stood up, Mitchell said to Geon-woo, who was slowly opening his eyes:

“Did you masturbate here or something?”

“Uh… huh?”

“Why is your dickhead sticking out?”

Geon-woo, still not fully awake, slowly raised his head. Soon after, he screamed in shock at the sight of his exposed member.

“Wh-what the!”

He quickly pulled up his underwear as he sat up. Geon-woo swore he knew nothing about it, waving his hands.

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it!”

“Then was it me? Who else would pull down your underwear besides you?”

“…Really, it wasn’t me.”

“You must have taken it off in your sleep. Looks like you couldn’t even pull it all the way down. By the way, I’m just asking, but did you secretly like it when I suggested filming a nude video? Is it your hobby to sleep with men, and mine to undress in front of others?”

“Stop talking nonsense! Am I crazy? What do you take me for? And! Hey, it can happen when two guys are together! D-don’t make a big deal out of nothing first thing in the morning…. Don’t you ever masturbate? Don’t you touch yourself?”

“I don’t. I make others do it for me.”

“Y-you think you’re so great!”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“……”

There was no way to win against him verbally. Geon-woo clenched his fists, feeling wronged. Mitchell would be doing well, but then he’d always butt heads like this. It was hard to tell if he was just bored or deliberately trying to provoke him.

Geon-woo, fuming alone, headed to the bathroom. It seemed like only a cold shower could suppress the heat rising in him.

“Leave the door open.”

Mitchell said—no, ordered—to Geon-woo as he was about to close the bathroom door.

“…Why?”

“I said leave the door open.”

“Are you trying to satisfy your urges with me right now…?”

“Even if you shoved that thing in my face right now, I wouldn’t eat it.”

Mitchell pointed between Geon-woo’s legs.

“So don’t worry and just wash. But leave the door open.”

“Ha, sh-“

“What? Shit?”

“Wow, you’ve become a complete potty mouth? Mitchell Cronenwirth has really become a Korean potty mouth! So fluent, so fluent!”

Geon-woo screamed as he entered the bathroom. Meanwhile, he didn’t close the door as Mitchell had instructed. Then he irritably took off his clothes.

Geon-woo knew Mitchell wouldn’t peek. The structure was such that Geon-woo wasn’t visible from where Mitchell was anyway. Still, he couldn’t help glancing towards the open door occasionally.

Geon-woo found some peace of mind while showering. The unjust excitement that had started as soon as he woke up washed away with the cold water. Fortunately, Mitchell didn’t suddenly appear until he had put on new clothes.

As soon as Geon-woo came out to the living room, he looked around to see where Mitchell was. He was in the kitchen cooking eggs, but something seemed off.

First of all, Geon-woo had never seen Mitchell cook before. All he ever ate were lunchboxes, salads, or food bought from outside.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

The smell of oil always makes one’s mouth water, but this was a bit much. The sizzling sound, hazy smoke, and burnt smell were dominating the kitchen. It had happened in an instant.

Geon-woo quickly ran over and turned off the induction stove. Despite turning the hood on full blast, the smoke was still thick.

How could a frying pan get so black just from making scrambled eggs?

Mitchell didn’t say anything, but the word ‘flustered’ was written all over his face in big letters.

Mitchell was flustered? For such a ridiculous reason?

Even the usually shameless Mitchell could get flustered. Even Mitchell, who always seemed perfect, precise, and unflappable, was human.

For some reason, Geon-woo found himself laughing. He didn’t hold back his laughter as he looked at the acrid smoke and the black object that was once eggs.

“So there are things you can’t do too?”

He habitually patted Mitchell’s back. Somehow, every time he found a flaw in Mitchell, it felt like a human victory. The thought of wanting to fill in Mitchell’s shortcomings sprouted like seedlings in his mind.

Geon-woo stood next to Mitchell, giggling. Feeling a bit sorry for laughing so openly, he lightly hugged him. Given his nature of not being particularly averse to physical contact with others, it was generally an action without much meaning.

Of course, this meaningless bad habit had caused Geon-woo to fight with his ex-girlfriend many times. He would casually put his arm around any woman’s shoulders or hold their hands and arms. Geon-woo really did it without any thought.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?”

Mitchell said to Geon-woo, who had his face buried in Mitchell’s shoulder and was patting his back while hugging him from the side. He wondered if burning some eggs was really so funny as to make someone laugh to the point of choking.

It was about two years ago, wasn’t it? Mitchell had tried cooking that day too and ended up in a similar situation. He never attempted it again after that.

But today, for some reason, Mitchell himself couldn’t understand what possessed him to stand in front of the kitchen intending to cook. He looked down at Geon-woo, who was hugging him and laughing while shaking.

Whether it was mockery or not, he didn’t push him away because it didn’t feel unpleasant.

He threw the black object that was once eggs into the sink. As he turned on the water and soaked the frying pan, Geon-woo finally let go.

“You shouldn’t cook.”

“I know.”

“Never set foot in the kitchen again.”

“I said I know.”

“You’re not secretly harboring dreams of becoming a chef, are you? If you really are, I’d be too worried to live.”

“This bastard…”

Geon-woo, who had been teasing until the end, quietly slipped out of the kitchen. The atmosphere suggested he might get hit if he teased any further. Knowing when to hit and run, he quickly entered Mitchell’s bedroom. “Let’s go out to eat,” he said, changing the subject.

Mitchell’s bedroom was quite spacious. There was a dressing room inside, and further in, a private bathroom. In front of that was a vanity, though it could hardly be called that with just a hairdryer and three or four cosmetic items.

Despite having only been in and out a few times, Geon-woo already felt as comfortable here as if it were his own home. After applying some of Mitchell’s cosmetics, he was about to leave when he stood still, glancing at the dressing room.

‘Aren’t we similar in size?’

Mitchell was taller and had a better build, but Geon-woo judged that they weren’t so different that they couldn’t share clothes.

Today was the first day of filming and a chance to meet many people. All the clothes Geon-woo had were shabby things that could hardly be called dressing up. All the clothes he had brought from Korea to America were in that state.

All the nice, decent clothes were left in his house in Korea. The things he couldn’t bring himself to sell, just in case, had been left abandoned in his Korean home for over a year.

In fact, more than anything else, he wanted to wear ‘Mitchell’s clothes’. Sharing clothes – it would make them look like they were incredibly close friends in an unbreakable relationship.