I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 20

Even after hanging up the phone, I couldn’t help but worry. Still, I had a glimmer of hope deep inside.

Judging by the fact that Geon-woo had brought me here, I arbitrarily concluded that his feelings hadn’t completely faded. I thought we could somehow work things out through conversation.

Moreover, it was uncertain whether my friends would definitely come or not. Including my friends and the girls I’ve been hanging out with lately, it’s over ten people.

It’s not easy for so many people to coordinate their personal schedules to come to America. Junman has a visa, but it’s likely the others don’t. This means there’s a mismatch between the time needed for visa issuance and Junman’s stay in the US.

Naturally, the promise couldn’t be fulfilled, so I could continue maintaining my bluff.

Having organized his thoughts, Junman got up with relief.

“But when is this guy coming back?”

After pondering for a moment, he opened each drawer in the bedroom. He rummaged through, looking for cash, cards, or anything valuable.

However, there wasn’t even an expensive watch, let alone cash. The only wallet had just a one-dollar bill.

“Where did he hide it?”

Even if there’s no cash, there should at least be cards, but seeing that even the ID was missing, it seems he hid them somewhere securely.

Geon-woo had always been meticulous and secretive about things. Knowing his brother well, Junman quickly gave up. How could he find something deliberately hidden in this spacious house?

Aimlessly wandering around the living room, he suddenly went out to the front yard. As he was loitering, looking down at the sprawling downtown view, he heard the sound of a car.

He quickly walked to the opposite side to check the hill road. A familiar car was coming in.

The very car Mitchell was driving.

Geon-woo, who had gone out with Mitchell, returned with him. Junman stared at the car with suspicious eyes. It was only a little later that he realized the house next door was Mitchell’s.

The garage shutter of the neighboring house went up and then down again. Quite some time passed, but neither Geon-woo nor Mitchell, nor anyone else came out.

“What kind of relationship do they have with Mitchell?”

Uncharacteristically, Junman was concerned about Mitchell. While finding it strange that he was interested in a man, he had no intention of cutting off that interest. He kept thinking about wanting to touch Mitchell.

‘I’m definitely not in my right mind.’

To Junman’s eyes, his own brother Geon-woo looked like money. On the other hand, Mitchell was, well, someone who moved emotions. Dirty and lewd emotions submerged in muddy waters.

Junman passed through the front yard and went outside. His destination was Mitchell’s house.

***

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Dealing with Mitchell alone was quite challenging. Common sense didn’t apply to Mitchell. Well, I’m not exactly a sensible person either.

It started with the proposal to give up my precious lower parts in exchange for one of Mitchell’s truths. How decadent is that?

I should have been more careful with someone who would use such an absurd proposal like this.

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

Mitchell’s hand finally left my lower region. The entire way home, I had been toyed with to the point where I felt sore down there. But thanks to that, I learned a lot.

To the question of whether he liked Lydia,

“Not interested at all. Never thought about it, and it’s a relationship that can never develop.”

To the question of whether he had someone he liked,

“How could there be such a thing?”

To sharing his schedule for minor hobbies,

“You want me to tell you when I’m planning to hang out with guys? No problem.”

Even to the outrageous request of being present during those hobbies, as long as I didn’t interfere,

“Threesomes are good too. Just say the word if you want to join.”

He answered whatever question I asked and responded positively to any request. To the point where I wondered if Mitchell had always been this open.

As the garage shutter fully closed, I asked my final question.

“Then, who was that man? The one in your bed the day I barged into your house…”

Mitchell, who had turned off the car, tilted his head left and right as if stretching. It was a simple movement, but I knew it was a gesture to buy time. I thought he might be trying to avoid answering, but Mitchell opened his mouth as if it was nothing.

“His name is Jeff Wood. 33 years old. Owner of Hotel Denprio in Las Vegas. Not his own, it belongs to his father. I’ve known him for about 5 years. I’m the one who invites Jeff to my house. You could call him a partner.”

My mouth twitched involuntarily at the unexpected explanation. Mitchell, whom I thought would be difficult to handle, had fewer secrets than I expected. Rather, he excessively revealed himself and his surroundings.

Mitchell, craving affection, skillfully threw bait to keep me from running away. By giving me what I wanted, he made me stay by his side.

Like this.

“Ugh.”

Mitchell’s hand once again entered through my open front. He naturally grasped my hardened member over my underwear.

He touched because he had answered. The calculation was thorough.

“Anything else?”

“No. That’s all for now.”

“If you want to ask more, just say so anytime. Oh, I prefer it if you ask while naked.”

Does he mean I should come with questions while I’m naked, since he won’t undress me?

The hand that had firmly grasped my lower region cleanly let go again. As Mitchell got out of the car, I zipped up and adjusted my pants. Then I followed him inside.

Suddenly, I remembered my brother who might be at our house, and it didn’t feel good at all. Whether he lives there or not, can’t I just live at Mitchell’s house? Is that not possible?

“I think I need to go home.”

Dealing with that side was the priority for now. It would be best if we never met again, but even if that’s not possible, I needed to send him away somehow. Even if I had to give him money.

I said this thinking I’d quickly go alone, but Mitchell seemed to have a slightly different idea.

“I’ll go with you.”

“You too? No, no, Mitchell. You won’t see anything good if you go. As you might have guessed, our relationship isn’t that great.”

“That’s exactly why I should go with you.”

“Why? How would you help? Are you going to make us reconcile?”

I asked seriously. It was my way of firmly telling him not to come.

“Reconcile? Why would I? Handle your family matters yourself. I just want to go with you in case you come back late. Whether you two fight or not. I won’t understand anyway, so there’s no reason for me to intervene. If it turns into a physical fight, then I might step in.”

“Ah…”

Mitchell was thoroughly thinking only of himself. Clean bastard.

It’s convenient that he won’t intervene. This is a family matter after all.

“You’re going together because you’re worried about being alone for too long, right? Okay. I got it.”

I stood there for a moment, organizing my thoughts. It’s inevitable that multiple situations arise simultaneously, but it’s not impossible to control them. First, I could handle my brother somehow.

The problem was…

“Mitchell, let’s make one thing clear. It’s important.”

I stepped closer to Mitchell, who was taking off his coat. The closer we got, the more his smile deepened. His face said, “Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

“What is it?”

“You need me.”

Mitchell’s eyebrow twitched. The smile on his lips remained.

“Mitchell, you absolutely need to keep people around you. I won’t mention your condition, but anyway, you need people. Right?”

“Condition? Did I have a condition?”

Mitchell seemed unaware of his own state. Maybe he doesn’t want to admit it. Because an individual who can’t stand alone looks weak.

“Whatever it is, you feel at ease when someone is by your side, right? That’s why you need me.”

“By that logic, it doesn’t have to be you specifically. There’s Jeff, and if someone else lived across the street, I could add them to the list.”

“No. If you put it that way, could all American citizens be with you all day? It has to be me.”

“…Aren’t you overly confident?”

“People who have a lot tend to be like that.”

Mitchell’s smile twisted.

“I’m your very close neighbor living right next door, and we share common property. We’re within easy reach of each other anytime. Even setting aside these conditions, my mindset is different. My basic attitude is unique.”

“……”

“I’m saying I want to keep you completely by my side, Mitchell. It means I’ll share everything of yours. Everything. Really, all of you.”

The expression on Mitchell’s face had disappeared. His eyes were fierce as if they could pierce through everything, yet simultaneously solemn. Resisting the urge to avoid his gaze, I continued.

“It’s good for you, and I get what I want. Doesn’t it seem beneficial for both of us? With your permission, I’d like to have you.”