I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 48

Junman joked with his friends who had finished unpacking. The friends who were assigned empty rooms on the second floor approached Junman in surprise.

“Really? You’ve become that close with Mitchell?”

“Hey, no matter how close you are, would he let you tour his house when he’s not there?”

“Insane! Bae Junman is really moving up in the world!”

“Wow, I didn’t even believe that Mitchell lived next door to Geon-woo.”

The male friends chattered excitedly. Junman waved his hand with a triumphant expression.

“Let’s go. It’s fine, I got permission. But there’s not much to see, really?”

Even the women who weren’t close to Junman followed behind him. Junman put his arm around the shoulder of Kim Yoon, whom he had his eye on earlier. Her long hair tickled Junman’s arm.

Kim Yoon glanced at Junman with a coy expression. Since she didn’t push his arm away, it was as good as allowing Junman’s skinship.

‘Mine.’

Junman turned his head back and mouthed silently. As he staked his claim, telling his friends not to covet her, they grinned. Only Kyung-soo, who had feelings for Kim Yoon, froze his expression.

“Now, this is the house of Hollywood star Mitchell Cronenwirth. Take a good look around. But don’t touch anything. I have a position to maintain, you know.”

Junman acted like a real estate agent, entering someone else’s house without permission and behaving as he pleased.

There was no worry about getting caught doing this.

He had personally seen Mitchell and Geon-woo leave early in the morning, and strangely, there wasn’t a single CCTV camera here.

From what he saw during his brief visit to Mitchell’s house before, there were no cameras installed inside the house or even on the iron gate.

The camera does activate when the doorbell is pressed, but that’s just to see who’s there, not for security.

Junman took advantage of the fact that Mitchell and Geon-woo wouldn’t notice whatever he did. He even found out that Mitchell’s front door was broken, so there was no one to stop Junman now.

He looked around the house just in case, but couldn’t spot anything that could function as a camera. Mitchell’s house interior was so simple and minimalist that he could check at a glance.

“Geon-woo was doing well in Korea, and now he’s doing well in America too. How can he be friends with Mitchell?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Should Geon-woo stop working in Korea now? He’s made a comeback, after all.”

“Right. It’s not like Geon-woo himself did anything wrong.”

“Wasn’t that bar fight not even Geon-woo? Shit! Did you see the actual photo of the guy who impersonated him? Didn’t look anything like him!”

“That’s the power of cameras. The importance of angles.”

“Geon-woo must have felt so wronged.”

When Sangju spoke up, the other friends chimed in. The story of Geon-woo catching a serial killer in America had naturally spread to Korea.

It made headlines in various media outlets, and people who read the articles felt proud just because he was a fellow Korean. On top of that, the internet bizarrely combined facts with fiction bordering on facts.

New perspectives on Geon-woo’s past incidents started to emerge one by one, eventually forming a public opinion that Geon-woo was not at fault. It was the lousy people around him who ruined the innocent Geon-woo, they said. It was a very late fact-check.

Junman’s acquaintances all treated Geon-woo’s achievements as their own. They had hidden in the crowd to criticize him before, but now they were supporting Geon-woo again, like flipping a coin.

To them, other people’s lives were just consumable content, like stories in books or videos.

Since it was nothing more than something interesting to alleviate their boredom, no one had taken Geon-woo’s side even back then. The same people who used to drink on Geon-woo’s dime did this.

But as Geon-woo started to revive himself, they clung to him again like flies.

“If you’ve seen everything, let’s go out now. Ah, want to go to the pool now? I fucking called in cleaning service people myself to scrub it clean. We should enjoy it properly!”

“Wow, shit. Let’s go!”

“We’re all dead today! We’re gonna get wasted at the pool!”

“I’m gonna eat till I die today!”

“Kyaa! Are we playing in the pool? That’s gonna be so fun!”

Junman led the way, hearing his friends’ cheers. Everyone followed him like the Pied Piper.

***

“Hey, Mitchell…”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t have breasts… why do you keep sucking my chest?”

Geon-woo lowered his voice, worried someone might hear. It’s a cramped space that’s fully occupied with just a couple of mops and a plastic basin. Since the lock was broken, he pressed his foot firmly against the door of the cleaning supply closet.

Geon-woo, who had fallen for Mitchell’s words, “I want to think about you for 10 more minutes,” was now offering his chest in a secluded storage room at the filming location. Even as red flowers bloomed sparsely on his chest, Mitchell’s mouth didn’t stop.

“Every time I suck your chest…”

Instead of touching the lower parts, answer the question; in exchange for touching the buttocks, make a wish.

Many such restrictions were placed on Geon-woo’s body. This time it was the chest. It seemed Mitchell wanted to add another condition in exchange for sucking his chest.

He had babbled something strange, but what Mitchell urgently wanted wasn’t the latter part of the sentence, but Geon-woo’s small, delicate area.

“Ah. Ah.”

Mitchell sucked and pulled on the protruding part while gathering Geon-woo’s chest. Chup chup. Geon-woo got goosebumps from the sucking sound.

“Every time I suck your chest, what? But that’s not important right now.”

There was a poking sensation inside his lower abdomen. Geon-woo, feeling strange, spoke up unnecessarily. The posture of leaning his back against the wall and pushing the door with his foot was quite uncomfortable.

His chest was fully exposed and defenseless, while outside, sporadic, indistinguishable movements could be heard. They had both left their phones behind, so they didn’t know when filming would resume.

“I think we should go out.”

“Chest…”

“Chest what? Why do you keep starting sentences and not finishing them?”

“No, I changed my mind.”

Mitchell finally detached his mouth after sucking Geon-woo’s chest hard enough to make a ‘chu’ sound. While still rubbing the other side with his thumb, he spoke about a new promise.

“Will you just give me your body?”

“What?”

“I want to touch you however I want when I want to touch you.”

He said he’d boldly take Geon-woo’s body from now on, regardless of wishes or answering questions. Geon-woo, dumbfounded, swallowed a bitter laugh.

Mitchell always had many demands. So many that Geon-woo could barely remember them all now. He seemed like a person born to place restrictions on Geon-woo’s body.

Although he mostly touched as he pleased, he generally promised to do something in return when he touched. He strictly adhered to the law of equivalent exchange, saying he should give as much as he received.

As if he felt sorry for touching Geon-woo’s body.

‘Come to think of it, that shameless guy wouldn’t do that.’

Geon-woo shook his head and brought up a different topic instead of answering.

“If I were a woman, I would have dated you, Mitchell.”

There was no assumption that men could date each other. Mitchell stuck out his tongue at the heteronormative prejudice as solid as a fortress.

“You really don’t fucking listen.”

When Mitchell reacted out of the blue, this time Geon-woo didn’t hold back either.

“What? Speak clearly. I’ve done everything you asked for.”

“I want more. More. More.”

How much more from here?

Geon-woo couldn’t understand Mitchell. Thinking there must be an unspoken meaning, Geon-woo exhaled deeply. He glanced down at Mitchell’s hand pressing his chest, then raised his gaze back up.

“I let you suck my chest and touch me down there. Do you know how big a deal this is? Who would expose their weak points to others like this? The heart is in the chest, and a man’s dignity is down there. This is something you can’t do unless you trust the other person. I trust you much more than you think. You need to know that.”

After finishing his words, Geon-woo straightened his body, which had been awkwardly positioned from keeping his foot against the door. Hoping no one would fling open the cleaning supply closet door, he pressed his lower body against Mitchell. As always, Mitchell’s lower region was swollen.

“I’ll give you my body. As I always have, I’ll give it to you today too. So, please trust me a little.”

Geon-woo was serious, but Mitchell burst into laughter. The mocking laughter settled in Geon-woo’s ears.

“I’ve never met someone so impossible to communicate with. I think I’d be less annoyed if you’d just said something negative. It feels like I’m rubbing my body against a wall.”

Even while complaining, Mitchell pounced on Geon-woo. He wrapped his arms around Geon-woo’s waist and buried his face in his neck.

“I said I’ll give you my body, didn’t I?”

The impenetrable wall spoke.

The one rubbing against the wall stopped moving. This won’t do. So he decided to break down the wall that had no sense of tact.

“Geon-woo.”

Geon-woo turned his head at the soft call. Mitchell looked at Geon-woo intently and asked.

“Would you consider loving me?”