Chapter 146
“What are you thinking about?”
Mitchell crossed his legs as he leaned back in the chair. Although the filming location had changed from the backyard to inside the house, Mitchell was still scantily clad.
The owner of the disorganized house stared at me with a languid posture. Even though I was clearly standing at a higher eye level, I felt as if Mitchell was looking down on me. His languid yet overwhelming gaze was the perfect embodiment of Logan.
I felt a special thrill towards him as he immersed himself in the role. Observing Mitchell’s professionalism up close made him seem newly impressive. This bastard was making me fall for him more and more.
“…I’m thinking your body looks good?”
I properly covered Mitchell’s body with the towel. Mitchell was wearing only a white triangle swimsuit, practically naked.
I knew there would be a nude scene of Mitchell from the first scene. Given how good his body is, he had shown quite a bit of shirtless scenes in previous movies too.
Because of that, I hadn’t thought much of it, but actually seeing him exposed on set had a bigger impact on my heart than I had expected. It felt like all the staff were eyeing Mitchell’s body.
Of course, not everyone was actually doing that, but I just felt sensitive about it. My feelings towards Mitchell were becoming increasingly possessive. Even though I knew it was natural for a movie shoot, I couldn’t accept it. It was an extremely selfish emotion of wanting to monopolize everyone’s beloved all to myself.
“Later… I’ll give it to you.”
“Huh? What did you say?”
I couldn’t quite catch what he said as he barely moved his lips. As I tilted my head and asked again, Mitchell brought his face close to mine and whispered.
“I said I’ll show you everything later.”
His breath on my ear made my body shrink. I made eye contact with a passing staff member, but I couldn’t hide my smile.
Come to think of it, Mitchell’s body was completely mine. Now, if only I had his heart, it would be perfect.
“It’s only now sinking in that I’m filming with you.”
Feeling both pleased and embarrassed, I changed the subject and looked around. Director McKenney and the directing supervisor were engaged in a discussion. They were busily debating about changing the props in the background in advance to avoid disrupting the camera movement. Thanks to this, I was able to chat with Mitchell during this brief break.
“I’m strangely nervous. It’s exciting.”
Of course, it’s great to be filming with Mitchell, but even before that, I was moved by the fact that I was standing in front of the camera again as an actor. The busy and hectic set felt enjoyable, and my heart fluttered with each line I delivered.
Fortunately, I didn’t feel much pressure about being the lead. Mitchell was there to support me, and I was overflowing with confidence in myself.
I was certain that no one knew the role of Nathan in “Mirror Match” better than I did. It’s not arrogance; I had actually put in that much effort.
I analyzed the character and delved into his relationships with other characters. Whenever I had a chance, I called Director McKenney to ask questions. Reading the script until it was worn out and taking notes was the bare minimum.
Mitchell, who played the opposite role, also gave me full support. He seemed quite pleased with how hard I was working.
One dawn, as I was dozing off hugging the script and the commentary I had made, he quietly whispered to me.
“You’re already Nathan.”
I pretended to be asleep until the end, and Mitchell stroked my hair until daybreak.
I had done everything I could. I had prepared meticulously, and now only the process and results remained. I just wanted to achieve perfect completion somehow. My enthusiasm to pour out all of my acting sparked like flames.
“It’s an honor to act with you. Thank you for everything.”
It was something I had wanted to say all along, even if it felt a bit embarrassing. It truly felt like an honor to be acting with Mitchell and making our movie together, and I was sincerely grateful.
Just as I was mustering up the courage to speak, a stylist approached to fix my disheveled hair. Staff members also crowded around Mitchell, filling the space. The prop replacement was in full swing.
We suddenly found ourselves trapped among people. But Mitchell, who didn’t care about others’ eyes, didn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Want to repay me tonight?”
Mitchell openly winked at me. I looked around in surprise, but Mitchell just laughed.
He meant for me to repay him as much as I was grateful, tonight. With my body.
Usually, when Mitchell teases me like this, my face turns bright red. But surprisingly, this time the response came from my lower body first. I thought I got excited by Mitchell at any time, but at least I knew to be mindful of time and place. Now I wonder if I’ve really become a lewd body.
As I felt my lower half gradually hardening, cold sweat ran down my spine. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my excitement.
But the excitement didn’t subside easily, and eventually, I had to move the bag I was holding to hide my protruding front. Although the suit jacket barely covered my crotch, it couldn’t hide my feelings of being excited in front of people.
“Could you move the bag for a moment?”
At the stylist’s words as they were fixing my hair, I quickly shook my head. At the same time, Mitchell stared intently at my bag. It felt like he knew exactly what was happening under the bag. Mitchell smiled, narrowing his eyes.
His blatant gaze made my lower half, which was about to calm down, swell up again. I squeezed my eyes shut and forcibly continued the conversation.
“Logan really is like you.”
Although I blurted it out to avoid the crisis, it wasn’t wrong. Mitchell is Logan.
Logan was a character that Director McKenney had shaped with Mitchell in mind. Naturally, a lot of Mitchell’s personality was reflected. Mitchell, being extraordinary in his very existence, was more than enough to be presented as a single character. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Mitchell was reborn as Logan within “Mirror Match”.
“The same goes for you, Geon-woo. You’re similar to Nathan.”
Mitchell, leaning askew in his chair and looking at me, was relaxed. While I was drying up – no, drying up except for my lower half – Mitchell’s eyes were sparkling like someone enjoying a festival.
“Even our first meetings are the same, aren’t they?”
“What do you mean?”
“Entering without permission.”
“Ah.”
Nathan and I both entered the other’s house without permission. Coincidentally, because the front door was open, we stepped into the other’s domain without permission. This similarity was interesting.
As I was filming that scene, I also recalled the past. The moment I opened the door and entered, memories of first stepping into Mitchell’s mansion overlapped. Just as Nathan and Logan would become entangled, I opened the door imagining the future of Mitchell and me becoming intertwined.
Come to think of it, back then I had no idea I would become this close to Mitchell. I thought we’d be neighbors at most.
The development of becoming intimate partners was something I could never have imagined. Moreover, now I’ve become someone who gets excited by Mitchell’s simple provocations. I’ve even started my first love for the first time in my life. I swayed like a reed at every word and action of Mitchell.
What on earth is happening to me?
“Thanks to your acting, Geon-woo, I feel like I’ve become Logan too.”
It was the most pleasing compliment I’d heard recently. Compliments about appearance just make me feel good, but this completely captivated my heart. As I was enraptured by Mitchell’s praise, the situation down below started to calm down.
“You’re the best too.”
Feeling my ears heating up, I pretended to be distracted by touching my hair. The stylist scolded me as my freshly styled hair became messy again. Still, I couldn’t help but smile because I was so happy.
This was a big problem. I’m worried that Mitchell might discover that I’ve completely fallen for him. I need to hide my loving feelings somehow.
Come to think of it, didn’t Director McKenney say we should have secret feelings of love?
Damn, this is killing the immersion.
It was the perfect role for me to express my secret love for Mitchell. Only three people know about the existence of love between Logan and Nathan: me, Mitchell, and Director McKenney.
We were going to act while deceiving everyone, and produce a work that would deceive everyone.
Mitchell and Director McKenney might think this is acting, but I’m showing real emotions.
I wonder who will notice first.
Mitchell? The director? Or perhaps the audience?
It absolutely must not be discovered, but at the same time, I wanted someone to recognize my feelings.
Who will be the first to understand?
Who will it be?
