I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 53

The reason I left my crazed brother at home is clear. It’s because Mitchell wanted it.

“…Your brother said that to Mark. Mark knew I was filming all night that day, so he immediately knew Junman’s words were lies.”

When I heard about my brother’s sordid actions from Mitchell’s mouth, I felt so guilty I couldn’t even meet his eyes. If I had an all-purpose scissors, I would have immediately cut the family ties connecting me and my brother.

“If Junman brings this up, don’t do anything. I’ll handle the rest.”

It was my fault that Mitchell had to step in. Like an idiot, I had brought my increasingly unhinged brother Junman into the house, deluding myself that I could stop him. I didn’t know exactly what Mitchell was thinking, but I wished he would say something.

While I was hitting my head and blaming myself, the taxi stopped.

‘I hope no one stole it?’

My steps quickened as I arrived at the filming location. I hadn’t brought my phone because I left in such a hurry. In Korea, you can leave your bag in a public place and no one will touch it, but America is a bit more dangerous.

I quickly ran to check my bag first. Fortunately, since I had stashed it in a corner of the set, the bag and everything in it were safe. I sighed in relief and checked the two missed calls on my phone screen.

“Ah…”

It was Mitchell. He must have called because I left without saying anything.

I walked steadily towards the place where filming was in full swing. Mitchell was shooting a dialogue scene with his co-star. He didn’t seem to have noticed my arrival yet.

“Cut, that’s good. Let’s check it first.”

There was a brief pause as the director monitored the footage. I quickly moved to Mitchell’s front and waved my hand widely.

Mitchell.

Even though I only mouthed his name silently, Mitchell recognized me. When he spotted me, his eyes widened, then his expression completely disappeared. I almost felt hurt by the coldness that passed in that brief moment, but he quickly broke his expressionless facade and smiled at me. I smiled back at Mitchell and greeted him, saying I had returned safely.

The filming only ended late in the evening. I told Mitchell everything about how I had gone home and been threatened by Junman hyung. 

There should be no secrets between us.

However, he didn’t say much in response and suddenly took me to a dinner with his agency staff.

I ended up having dinner unexpectedly among Mitchell’s agency staff and office workers. Some seemed to find it odd that I, who wasn’t even part of the company, was there, but no one actually said anything out loud.

In truth, I was angry. It was because Mitchell left the table several times during dinner to take phone calls. I didn’t like that he couldn’t eat properly, and I didn’t like that he was talking to people I didn’t know.

Even when I asked who it was, he wouldn’t answer, just saying, “Someone you don’t know.” Couldn’t he at least tell me their name even if I don’t know them? He should at least tell me what kind of relationship it is, right?

Of course, I can’t blame Mitchell entirely. If we’re being honest, my fault was the greatest.

Using the excuse that Mitchell had diligently accommodated my excessive demands, I hadn’t done even the basics.

I should have memorized Mitchell’s phone book by heart!

I should have carefully checked who was in his contact list, who he frequently called, and what messages people sent him.

Foolish me had only been checking Mitchell’s SNS. Just that place where nothing had been posted since the last post announcing the wrap of “Racing Instinct”.

‘I should do it now.’

I thought I’d check Mitchell’s phone first when he fell asleep tonight. I really wanted to know who else he was in contact with besides me.

After dinner, we went to a pub and had drinks. Because Mitchell got drunk, his manager even had to get us a hotel room.

It’s safe to say there’s no Korean-style designated driver service here. So we had no choice but to get accommodation. Since it was after the gathering with the agency staff, there shouldn’t be any gossip about going to a hotel.

“Mitchell doesn’t usually drink much. He must have been in a good mood today.”

“I think it’s because we have evening filming tomorrow?”

I quietly nodded at the staff’s conversation. Come to think of it, I had never seen Mitchell this drunk before; he must really not be able to handle alcohol well.

Mitchell wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t walk, but he was stumbling. His manager supported him, and I followed the two into the elevator after saying goodbye to the others.

I silently stared at Mitchell’s back as he leaned completely on his manager. Mitchell, with his large build, was almost covering his manager. The manager, who was smaller than me, looked a bit pitiful.

“David, I’ll take him from here.”

“Oh, you will? Thanks. I thought I was going to die from dizziness.”

David seemed as drunk as Mitchell. Mitchell, I, and David were all planning to stay here tonight.

As I put Mitchell’s arm over my shoulder, he rubbed his face against my cheek. Rather than rubbing, it was more like bumping, but it turned into rubbing because Mitchell kept moving.

It wasn’t easy to walk while supporting his heavy, swaying body. After passing through the long corridor, we finally arrived at the room. It was a suite with one large living room and two bedrooms.

After laying Mitchell on the bed, David pointed to the opposite room.

“I’m sorry, but could I use a room alone? I snore really badly. You won’t be able to sleep if you’re with me.”

The bed Mitchell was lying on was twice the size of the one in the other room anyway. Even if it wasn’t, I had been planning to sleep next to Mitchell, so I immediately nodded.

“Yes, let’s do that.”

A moment later, David’s snoring seeped through the closed door. I quietly applauded the sound that resembled a passing truck.

I took off Mitchell’s shoes and shirt. After debating whether to remove his pants, I decided to undress him completely, unable to leave clothes he’d worn all day on the bed. His body, completely passed out from alcohol, was disgustingly heavy.

After breaking a sweat, I immediately headed to the bathroom. I must be the only one not drunk at all. Being used to high-proof soju, I wasn’t affected by the beer at all.

After a refreshing shower, I came out wearing a robe and slippers. A war was raging in David’s room. It sounded like someone was drilling through the wall with a hammer drill.

I entered the room and closed the door. The sound was significantly reduced, but if I focused with my ears wide open, I could still experience David’s drilling.

So this is why they got a suite with two bedrooms. Grateful for Robert’s foresight, I moved forward.

After a couple of steps, I stopped in place. I carefully examined the doorknob, then turned my gaze to the sleeping Mitchell.

Hmm…

You need to reinforce dams and riverbanks before heavy rain, and put chains on car tires on snowy days.

Similarly, it’s right to prevent accidents before they happen. If I act carelessly, thinking it won’t happen, I might end up providing new content for David.

‘Assaulted by a drunk colleague.’

‘About getting caught having a one-night stand by the manager.’

‘Celebrity hiding a naughty secret.’ And so on.

I didn’t want to show Robert any such actions. I trust Mitchell, but not his hands. After brief consideration, I pressed the lock.

Before lying down, curious about the time, I took out my phone from my bag. I sat at the edge of the bed and touched my phone, but there was no response.

“What? It’s off?”

It was definitely over 90% charged during dinner. As I tilted my head and tried to turn on the phone, Mitchell turned towards me, mumbling something.

“Huh? What did you say?”

As I brought my ear closer, Mitchell reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist. In the process, my phone was hit by Mitchell’s hand and fell to the floor. I wanted to pick up the phone, but Mitchell wouldn’t let me go.

Because Mitchell was slurring his words, I couldn’t understand what he was saying. It seemed like he was telling me to lie down, so I moved as he directed.

Since I had no one to contact anyway and just wanted to check the time, I left the phone alone. It was around 11 o’clock when I checked the time in the hotel lobby, so I could roughly estimate how much time had passed.

I lay down next to Mitchell, still in my robe. Not wanting to put on the underwear I had worn before, I was naked underneath. As I was about to cover myself with the blanket, feeling conscious of my bare legs, I saw Mitchell’s body under the thin, fluttering blanket.

‘Quick bastard…’

Mitchell, like me, wasn’t wearing underwear. It seems he had the strength to take off his underwear even though he could barely control his body.

The fortunate thing was that Mitchell was completely drunk right now.

In a state where he couldn’t even control his own body properly, he wouldn’t bother me. Feeling somewhat relieved, I turned off the yellow bedside lamp.

I still had to check Mitchell’s phone, but once I showered and lay in bed, sleep overcame me. I closed my eyes as fatigue hit me to the point where David’s snoring didn’t even bother me.

That’s when it happened. Mitchell, who had been quiet, suddenly slipped his hand inside my robe. Thinking he was just groping around drunkenly, I calmed my startled heart and pushed his hand away. Then Mitchell whispered in my ear.

“You’re not planning to sleep already, are you?”

“…Huh?”

How clear the pronunciation of a drunk person could be.

He completely opened my robe and bit my chest with his lips. Although it didn’t hurt, so it wasn’t a particularly strong stimulation, something else was triggered.

Like Pavlov’s dog, my dormant senses surged in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

In the short time we’d known each other, he had conditioned my body to respond at specific moments. He knew better than I did what would excite and please me. Thanks to that, I became unable to refuse Mitchell’s touch.

For some reason, I felt wronged and urgent, and I didn’t know what was what, but amidst all that, one thing was certain:

This bastard wasn’t drunk at all.