I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 55

A chilling breeze raised goosebumps, only to be melted away by Mitchell’s hot tongue. Damn, my body shamelessly trembled with pleasure.

David seemed to have come out for water. The sound of the refrigerator opening, water pouring, a cup being placed on the table.

I focused all my senses on hearing. At this rate, I might even hear David blinking.

When the receding footsteps suddenly stopped, I almost screamed. I could clearly picture David pausing on his way back to his room, looking towards our room.

All stories begin with curiosity. David seems to want to make a horror movie. If he tries to see something he doesn’t need to confirm, a horror movie would unfold right here.

So just go.

Please go, you idiot. You’re not that friendly by nature. You don’t care if others are sleeping or not! Get lost!

Thankfully, as if my intense mental plea worked, the halted footsteps resumed. They gradually faded away, and then a door closed. After that nerve-wracking time passed, the snoring started again.

“Whew.”

Only then did I open my clenched mouth and let out a sigh of relief. It was quite the thriller.

“Why aren’t you sucking?”

“…”

This carefree guy doesn’t seem to understand what I’ve been going through. While I was fighting an internal battle, he was busy with his lewd endeavors.

He’d probably be satisfied only after thoroughly draining his excitement. He’d probably brag in his diary, ‘I got sucked off today. It felt good.’

“…I’ll do it now.”

Even so, I did as Mitchell wanted. I worked my mouth diligently. As the fear of getting caught subsided, the gentle waves of stimulation returned as a tide.

“But how can you… when David came out… ugh!”

I started to complain a bit but ended up gasping. My body was reacting before my words could. It was surprising that I had held out until now. Regardless of David’s presence, I was aroused, and the perceptive Mitchell didn’t miss that.

With each of Mitchell’s movements, we went deeper. I finished first, and soon after, Mitchell poured everything into me.

As he caught his breath with heaving shoulders, he didn’t break eye contact with me.

I felt a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue. Ah, I decided to think of this as a sweet taste… it’s a sweet taste. Feeling the sweet taste, I licked my lips. While holding Mitchell’s gaze, I savored it thoroughly. It’s sweet.

To show him it was sweet, I smiled, squinting my eyes gently.

“You lewd gay bastard.”

Thanks to that, I received praise from Mitchell. Just for tasting a bit.

***

“Ugh…”

Even though I woke up, I couldn’t get my body to move and just rolled my eyes. Mornings were always tiring.

The diligent Mitchell was unsurprisingly not by my side, but I could guess his location from the voice coming from outside.

I forcibly raised my heavy body, yawned, and stretched my arms out. Then, glancing at the wide-open door, I put on my robe.

I noticed my phone on the floor but didn’t pick it up. I just loosely tied the waist string and left the room. Mitchell, who was on a phone call, looked somehow busy.

I went to David’s room and looked around, but no one was there.

Did he leave first?

The wall-mounted display clock showed 8:51. It seemed he had slept soundly despite all that snoring and left early in the morning.

I lingered around Mitchell, who was deeply engaged in his phone call, then went to the bathroom to wash up. I came out feeling refreshed, but Mitchell was still focused on his phone.

Smartphones aren’t good for growing children…

With this amusing thought, I sat next to Mitchell. I liked the smell of hotel shampoo from my hair. Not as good as Mitchell’s shampoo, though.

“What are you looking at?”

Seeing Mitchell hang up the phone, I asked casually. Despite doing such embarrassing things yesterday, I felt fine now. It was thanks to my instinctive realization that I needed to adapt quickly to everything if I was going to do those things with Mitchell for life.

“Geon-woo, can you leave right now?”

I tilted my head, having thought we’d rest comfortably at the hotel until the filming time.

“I can, but why? Do you have somewhere to go?”

“Your house.”

“Why there? Hyung probably hasn’t left yet.”

If it weren’t for Mitchell’s request, I would have called the police immediately to kick him out. Yesterday, I was too busy with Mitchell’s agency people to properly finish our conversation.

Even now, it seemed worth discussing what to do about Junman hyung, but Mitchell looked like he was going for a head-on confrontation rather than a conversation. He had a serious face, as if he was about to storm into our house and fight right now.

“Your phone is turned off, right?”

“Huh? Yeah. Why?”

“Your house burned down. They say nothing’s left.”

“What?”

I shouted without realizing it. Putting aside the house burning down, the people inside were the first thing that came to mind. Even if they were people I never wanted to see again, their deaths were a separate issue. Knowing my thoughts, Mitchell quickly continued.

“Your brother and everyone else are safe. Only the house burned.”

“Ah…”

Just as I felt relieved hearing that everyone was safe, anger immediately followed. What reason could there be for the house to catch fire? Nothing but those insane people inside causing an accident.

“What the hell did those bastards do!”

I bit my lips hard to suppress my anger. If Mitchell hadn’t grabbed my chin to make me open my mouth, I might have drawn blood.

“Get dressed first. We should go see.”

“…Okay.”

My mood, which had been so good for once, plummeted. Even as we walked from the hotel to where the car was parked, with people occasionally recognizing Mitchell, I couldn’t care less.

I had dreamed of a second life in America, leaving Korea behind. Although not perfect, my shelter had been completely burned down because of the ghosts I couldn’t cut ties with in Korea.

Just like the career I had built in Korea.

Everything disappeared overnight.

I wasn’t upset about the money. I was just upset about my life. It was infuriatingly unfair that my heart and time were being wasted because of that one person, Bae Junman.

“Geon-woo.”

Mitchell, who hadn’t started the car even after we got in, called me. I snapped out of the swamp of my circling thoughts and turned my head.

“You have me, you know.”

“…”

That’s all I heard.

Yet those simple words blinded me. I saw wings growing behind Mitchell’s back. As streams of light spread behind his beautiful wings, all the pain that had been scraping the bottom was dispelled by Mitchell’s power.

The phrase “dazzlingly beautiful” would only be valid here and now.

Despite the brief words without worry or comfort, I felt compensated for everything, as if I had heard a practical solution.

No, is Mitchell the practical solution?

My heart, which had been seething with anger, settled calmly. If Mitchell was by my side, sorrow would cease to be sorrow.

“Yeah.”

My answer was short. Mitchell touched my nape as if that was enough, then started the car. We arrived at the house without a word, and there I saw what remained of our house – just the foundation.

Imagining a burnt piece of toast popping out of a toaster, I made a decision.

Let’s throw this away and bake a new one.

***

“Shall we get out?”

“Yeah.”

As I opened the car door, Mitchell followed me out. There were officials in work clothes, firefighters, a few police officers, David who wasn’t there in the morning, and some people I’d never seen before.

I heard that the fire started around 11 PM last night. It was when we were getting a room in the hotel lobby.

Currently, the fire was completely extinguished, and an investigation into the cause of the fire was in full swing.

As if he had been waiting for us to arrive, Junman hyung came striding over from a distance, fuming. It was somewhat fortunate that his friends weren’t visible.

“It was you! Fuck? You did it, right?”

Hyung shouted at Mitchell without preamble. Mitchell, who couldn’t understand Korean, shrugged and looked back at me. I needed to interpret, but first, I had to hear it myself.

“Did what? What did Mitchell do?”

When I asked hyung back, his face contorted.

“You’re all in this together, aren’t you?”

“Speak so I can understand.”

“You, Mitchell! You set fire to this place, didn’t you!”

“Hyung… you’ve really gone crazy? You’re out of your mind.”

“I told everything to the police here. That Mitchell did it. You guys are fucked now! Fuck, you think I’m going to suffer alone? Yeah, let’s see how this goes!”

Junman, who had been yelling alone, moved his feet. Hyung saw a car that was just arriving and ran towards it hastily. Just then, a man wearing glasses got out of the car. I didn’t know who he was, but seeing Junman complaining to him, it seemed like he was trying to pull some kind of trick.

“What did he say?”

Mitchell tapped my shoulder.

“Huh? Oh… he’s trying to pin the blame on us for setting the fire here.”

I could barely get the words out, but I relayed our conversation without omission. It didn’t feel great to have someone who’s supposed to be my family practically writing “I’m a crazy person” on a blackboard for everyone to see.