I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 56

“Us? We were at the hotel then, weren’t we?”

“That’s why it’s so absurd. Sigh.”

I glanced at the house that had completely turned to ashes while sighing. Unable to keep my eyes on it for long, I turned around, and the police in charge approached us.

The police said that while it wasn’t certain yet, they suspected arson, and they inquired about our whereabouts. They asked what we were doing at the estimated time of the fire, why we couldn’t be contacted, and so on.

We told them about our activities yesterday without hiding anything, including the contact information of the people we were with and the name of the hotel.

The absurd part came after that.

The police said that Mitchell had made an appointment with Junman hyung around 11 PM yesterday. Apparently, they were supposed to meet in the middle of the fence connecting the two houses.

Junman suspected Mitchell because the fire started exactly at that time. No, he was certain. The reason being that the time of the fire matched the appointment time. He was like a detective with a 0% arrest rate.

“So, Mr. Mitchell, you’re saying you never said such a thing to Mr. Junman?”

“Of course not. Why would I?”

Mitchell shook his head with a bewildered expression, and the police officer nodded. While they were uncomfortably cleaning up the mess Bae Junman had made, David joined us. The bespectacled man who had been talking with Junman hyung also approached. Junman hyung was nowhere to be seen.

“Hello.”

I thought his face looked familiar, and now I realized the bespectacled man was one of the reporters who had interviewed me on the day I caught the murderer.

How could he know both Mitchell and Junman hyung?

Just as I was getting curious about the man’s identity, David stepped forward.

“I heard that the person named Junman is suspecting Mitchell. I don’t know why he’s fixating on Mitchell, but I think everyone should know that there’s no credibility to that man’s words.”

David, who had arrived before us, already knew how the situation was unfolding.

“This friend will explain why.”

David pointed to the bespectacled reporter.

“Hello. I’m Mark Clear from The Show.”

Mark, who greeted politely, opened with a somewhat strange story.

“This is just my guess, but I think this man Junman might be Mitchell’s stalker. Or maybe just a malicious anti-fan. Let’s go over there and watch a video first. He made a false report to me before. He’s not a trustworthy person.”

Mark led the police to his car. Only then did I realize who Mark was.

He was the very reporter Junman hyung had tipped off about Mitchell’s private life. It seemed he had spouted nonsense to a reporter who happened to be acquainted with Mitchell.

The misunderstanding that Junman hyung was Mitchell’s stalker probably stemmed from his previous attempt to frame Mitchell as a sexual harasser.

Mark had evidence that Junman hyung had made a false report. In that respect, Junman hyung’s credibility was already rock bottom. It was clear as day who the police would consider a suspect and who they would exclude.

“What’s going on here?”

David sighed and brushed up his bangs. After looking around at the retreating police and the burned-down house, he quietly turned his gaze to me.

“You had home insurance, right?”

As if I would have.

When I awkwardly smiled, David sighed. Originally, in America, home insurance is considered one of the most basic and essential types of insurance, along with health insurance. Banks even require it as a condition for mortgage loans. But I hadn’t bothered. I had bought the house without a loan, and I thought fires only happened to other people.

“Oh, right. Junman and his group are staying at the Western Hotel. Did you hear?”

“No.”

“Fortunately, they discovered the fire early, so all their luggage is safe. That’s some luck. If you want to meet them, you can go there. I believe they can’t go anywhere else due to the ongoing investigation.”

While they weren’t definitively identified as arson suspects, they were the people in the house when the fire started. The probability of it being their fault was highest, so their movements were bound to be restricted.

After exchanging a few more words with the police, I came to Mitchell’s house alone. Mitchell said he had something to talk about with Mark and David, so he sent me ahead.

I didn’t like being separated from him, but I stepped aside, worried that Mitchell might be uncomfortable if I squeezed in between his manager and the friendly reporter. Actually, I tried to stick around pretending to be oblivious, but Mitchell pushed me away, so I had no choice but to withdraw.

I changed into comfortable clothes and sprawled out on the sofa, my designated seat. I picked up a half-empty cola bottle from the table and read the nutritional information and ingredients.

It says it’s a mixed preparation, but what did they mix? It says not to drink if the container is deformed, expanded, damaged, or if the contents have deteriorated, but isn’t the person who drinks it a fool? I just read and reread these innocent thoughts that popped up randomly. I just thought about cola.

Just as Mitchell was about to emerge through the cracks of my scattered concentration, thankfully, the front door opened. As I put down the cola bottle with a long sigh, Mitchell rushed towards me and laid his head on my thigh.

“Is the talk over?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you talk about without me?”

“I just bragged about how pretty your butt is.”

“…Thanks. Praising me behind my back.”

Mitchell chuckled and raised his hand, fumbling with my pants. He grabbed my precious thing hidden under the thin cotton sweatpants and said,

“Next time, I’ll compliment this.”

“…Wow, you’re one of a kind. I’m so grateful, what should I do?”

“Really? Will you really do it?”

“What do you mean really! You bastard. Never! Never talk about my body anywhere. Whether it’s a compliment or whatever!”

Every time Mitchell laughed, his hand gripping my thing tightened. This guy tries to grab my lower part whenever he gets a chance to touch. If you look closely, it’s like my thing has become his attachment object.

Attachment object. No, to match the four syllables, let’s call it attachment wee-wee…

Feeling disgusted by my own lewd thoughts, I glared at Mitchell. Regardless of what I was thinking, he was just excitedly touching his attachment wee-wee.

I struggled to peel off the sticky Mitchell and stood up. I kept feeling nervous about doing this in front of the glass window where the inside was clearly visible.

Although it’s unlikely anyone would come into Mitchell’s front yard, I felt I should check. Then I immediately heard Mitchell’s voice.

“You should just live here now. Don’t worry about that place. Or should we move somewhere else entirely?”

I came to see if anyone was outside, but he thought I was looking at the burned house.

“What do you mean move? I’m fine.”

In fact, Junman hyung and his friends had already ruined my house. I couldn’t help but know what they had done all night naked, and I even saw it with my own eyes.

I didn’t want to pretend to live normally in such a place. Just thinking about the kitchen table reminded me of the naked people tangled up and sleeping under it.

I thought it was better this way. Just like Mitchell demolished the cabin, my house ended up the same way.

“But Mitchell,”

There was one thing I was curious about.

Turning my back to the window, I asked quietly. It was a question based on pure curiosity, without any accusation or interrogation.

“You set the fire, didn’t you?”

A smile appeared on Mitchell’s lips.

“I didn’t set the fire, you know?”

A snake coiled inside Mitchell’s smile. Anyone could see it was a lie. The interesting thing was that Mitchell wasn’t trying to hide his lie at all right now.

He said he didn’t set the fire, but his expression and gestures were proudly declaring, ‘It was me.’

“It was you.”

He didn’t even try to correct my certainty. He just came up to me, put his arms on my shoulders, and massaged my nape.

His green eyes sparkled beneath his smile. I heard they call that kind of thing ‘crazy light’ in Chinese characters.

Even though I confirmed Mitchell’s unique solution, I wasn’t particularly shocked.

It was much more shocking when I first heard about the house fire. Maybe I had already guessed it subconsciously.

“Ah…”

I had a sudden realization.

If Mitchell denies an obvious fact, then it must be true. It’s only natural. To me, at least, Mitchell was the truth and the law.

“If you say it wasn’t you, then it wasn’t.”

At that, the crazy light vibrated. The green deepened, and then he pounced on me. As soon as our faces collided, Mitchell’s tongue enveloped my insides. Our two tongues were frantic to touch each other.

Even though we were already rubbing and sucking, we explored each other as if it wasn’t enough. I tried hard to keep up with Mitchell’s excitement. Mitchell may have started it, but I wanted to finish it.

Our tongues ravaged each other’s mouths until there was no untouched spot left, and Mitchell’s hands joined in the act. His hands, which had entered under my T-shirt, swept down my entire back and soon dug into their original destination. The hand that entered my briefs kneaded my buttocks, then turned halfway around and grasped the thing in front.

Although I trembled at the thrilling sensation, I didn’t stop him. The kiss continued for a while, and I ended up soiling my underwear right there.