Chapter 12
Ambassador
Geon-woo smiled as he watched Mitchell getting out of the car. He nodded towards Mitchell’s broad back.
Since his new movie was an action film, Mitchell had been focusing on taking care of his body. The result was right before his eyes. He always had a good physique, but the particularly defined body lines under his tight shirt made Geon-woo smile.
Geon-woo was secretly following Mitchell. He had resorted to tailing him because he couldn’t see Mitchell often due to his busy movie shooting schedule.
Geon-woo would also be filming a movie soon. Once it wrapped up, times like these would disappear, and he’d be incredibly busy. He wanted to be near Mitchell, even for a moment, before he became completely tied up with work.
Although his newfound fame restricted his movements, he was relatively free as long as he didn’t leave the car. The new car Mitchell bought for him was perfect for hiding. Unable to shake off his old habit, Geon-woo followed Mitchell whenever he had the chance.
Moreover, Geon-woo didn’t need to see Mitchell’s face directly. It was enough to be near the building Mitchell entered. Just keeping watch in front of it day and night made him feel at peace. Geon-woo had evolved in his own way.
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Mitchell had finished shooting and arrived at a restaurant for a meeting with the staff. They had a light meal and discussed over tea for dessert.
Just when he thought the conversation was going longer than expected, the meeting ended. Mitchell called Geon-woo while returning to his car. He hadn’t been able to eat properly because he was worried about Geon-woo.
– Yes. Mitchell.
“Dinner?”
– Ah… I got takeout sushi from the new place in front of the house. I ate until I was really full.
It was nine o’clock. Although it was a time when one would naturally assume he had eaten, Mitchell easily guessed that Geon-woo’s words were a lie.
“I couldn’t eat properly because of the meeting. Want to eat something together when I get home?”
The reason Mitchell thought Geon-woo hadn’t eaten dinner yet or had just grabbed something quick was clear. It was because Geon-woo had been following him since the afternoon.
Not knowing that Mitchell had long since noticed he was being followed.
– They make good steak there, you should eat properly. Geez.
“It just happened.”
– The meeting must have been tough. Okay, I got it. What are you going to buy? Or should I go out and get something?
“Stay at home. I’ll buy pizza. You’ve been saying you wanted pizza since yesterday, right?”
– Ah, pizza? I’m full, but I have room for pizza. Yeah, let’s eat together.
Geon-woo’s voice was full of excitement.
Mitchell started the car and drove very slowly. He even hung up for a moment, making an excuse that the director was calling.
He was buying time for Geon-woo to safely get home. After all, if he stayed in the car, Mitchell might notice the sound, and Geon-woo couldn’t focus on driving while talking to him.
Mitchell intended to pretend not to know about Geon-woo’s actions until the end. It wasn’t the first time Geon-woo had followed him anyway.
In fact, Mitchell had been uneasy recently because Geon-woo seemed not to be obsessing over him.
But as if mocking those feelings, Geon-woo started tailing him as soon as he began shooting the movie.
He didn’t realize it when they were cooped up at home all day. After all, what was there to obsess over when they were always together?
Geon-woo’s obsession revived as soon as they separated after being constantly together. Once out of Geon-woo’s sight, Geon-woo started moving in earnest. Mitchell had misunderstood unnecessarily.
Geon-woo was still the same. Nothing had changed.
Even after buying the pizza, Mitchell delayed for a while before arriving home. He wouldn’t get home before Geon-woo, but he considered possible situations just in case.
“Mitchell, you’re home?”
Geon-woo greeted Mitchell wearing pajamas with slightly damp hair. Hearing his somewhat rough breathing, it seemed an unexpected situation had occurred. If he had come a little earlier, he might have put Geon-woo in a difficult position.
Mitchell inwardly smiled and stroked Geon-woo’s hair.
“Were you bored being alone at home?”
“No. I watched your movie, a talk show, and a drama. I wasn’t bored at all.”
He lied so well with an innocent face. Mitchell gently kissed those cunning lips.
How could his actions be so adorable?
“Well done.”
“Yeah. The pizza looks delicious.”
“I’ll wash up first. Go ahead and eat.”
“No. I want to eat together. Hurry and wash up.”
“Should we shower together?”
“Ugh, Mitchell, just hurry and wash up alone. I’m hungry.”
“Didn’t you say you were full earlier?”
He could have let it slide, but it was a shame to miss the flustered look on Geon-woo’s face. Mitchell found it particularly hard to hold back his laughter today.
“Huh? Ah… I was definitely full, but seeing the pizza made me hungry.”
“Is that so? Alright. I’ll wash up quickly.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
Mitchell gently bit Geon-woo’s cheek, which had relaxed, before heading to the bathroom. The soft cheek was an appetizer before eating pizza. He felt hungry for no reason, just like Geon-woo.
After washing up, they ate pizza and had dessert that was at home. When they started talking about the movie Mitchell was filming and the work Geon-woo would be shooting, the conversation was endless. Mitchell grasped Geon-woo’s schedule, and Geon-woo got to know Mitchell.
They sat close on the sofa, chatting cozily even past midnight. It was a common day.
Yesterday was similar, and tomorrow would likely be similar too. While most people might want to experience more surprising events or diverse changes to avoid the boredom of daily life, Geon-woo and Mitchell were a bit different.
The act of exploring each other and obsessing over each other always felt thrilling.
They hid their true feelings, but maybe they weren’t hidden at all.
It was a secret that didn’t matter if known. It was strange to try to keep it a secret when it didn’t matter.
“It’s already 2 AM.”
After cleaning the table, brushing their teeth, and skimming through tomorrow’s script, it was late at night. Mitchell entered the bedroom and stroked the nape of Geon-woo’s neck, who was still awake.
“I told you to go to sleep first.”
“I wasn’t waiting, it just happened.”
“So you were waiting.”
Instead of answering, Geon-woo smiled awkwardly. His heavy eyelids kept falling and rising.
“Let’s sleep now.”
Mitchell turned off the fluorescent light and turned on the yellow sleep light. Wearing only underwear, he did a light stretch, cracking his neck. He immediately climbed onto the bed and took his place next to Geon-woo, but this time Geon-woo sat up.
“Are you tired? I’ll give you a massage.”
“Massage? Hmm, won’t you be more tired tomorrow?”
“…No!”
Geon-woo waved his hands, belatedly realizing what Mitchell meant.
“Not anything weird, just a real massage. I won’t do anything. I have to leave early tomorrow too, just like you. So don’t think unnecessary thoughts. I’m just trying to relieve your fatigue.”
“If you say so.”
As Mitchell lay down straight and even closed his eyes, Geon-woo started kneading his shoulders. Seeing that Geon-woo was uncomfortable sitting to the side, Mitchell pulled Geon-woo’s waist and sat him on top of his body.
Geon-woo straddled Mitchell’s pelvis area with his legs spread, and Mitchell’s smile was wry.
“I said I won’t do anything.”
Even as he pouted his lips, Geon-woo didn’t stop massaging both shoulders. He really wasn’t trying to play any naughty games today, just wanting to relieve Mitchell’s fatigue.
“I get it. Someone might think you’re obsessed with sex.”
“That’s not entirely wrong.”
“I just like you. I’m not crazy about sex. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
Mitchell said languidly with his eyes closed. He gently touched Geon-woo’s thighs with his hands. He looked more like he was enjoying the serenity than being excited.
“By the way, did you check that SNS today?”
‘That SNS’ refers to Geon-woo and Mitchell’s unofficial couple account.
Geon-woo thought it was run by someone presumed to be a fan of him and Mitchell. This was because they never posted any strange photos that could harm the two.
Like professional photos taken in a studio, it only posted handsome and beautiful images of Mitchell and Geon-woo. It was full of photos that seemed to say, “How can you not like these two actors?”
Geon-woo was worried at first, but as the account’s popularity skyrocketed among fans and helped with promotion, he didn’t vaguely avoid it. Rather, he liked it and often checked it.
Nevertheless, there were parts he didn’t understand and found bothersome. First, whenever Geon-woo and Mitchell touched, without fail, a photo was taken and posted on SNS.
Second, it wasn’t common images widely distributed by media, but photos taken of their personal schedules.
Third, Mitchell kept allowing it.
It was very rare for paparazzi photos of personal schedules to be posted on SNS. While it might happen to Geon-woo himself, Mitchell was the type to thoroughly hide such things. So Geon-woo couldn’t understand why Mitchell was letting the secret photography that started in Korea continue even after coming to America.
Mitchell had clearly said he would handle it. Was it not working out well?
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
