Extra Chapter 2-5
Several unopened lunch boxes, about a dozen hamburgers and sandwiches stacked by type, dozens of different canned drinks, and a basket full of cookies.
Even with signs of someone having eaten, this much remained. No one would notice if I ate one or two. I judged that Mitchell wasn’t the type to count each remaining piece of food.
I picked up the smallest hamburger. I pulled a chair to the window and started eating while watching outside. For dessert, I also finished some cookies and juice. Only after putting a lemon-flavored candy in my mouth did I complete the perfect meal. The sweet candy slowly melted my mood.
Now it was time to go back.
While I was thinking about whether to put a sandwich in my pocket, I heard people’s voices from outside. Startled, I stood on my tiptoes and hurriedly went to the window.
“What? Is it over already?”
People were gathering outside the trailer that had been quiet until now. It had just passed 3 o’clock. There’s no way the filming could have finished at this time.
The confusion soon disappeared thanks to the sound I heard. Tap tap tap. What was hitting the trailer’s roof was a sudden shower.
I couldn’t leave the trailer because there were too many people gathered outside. If I had an umbrella, I would have gone out covering my face, but I didn’t have an umbrella or anything to cover myself with. Since I couldn’t see any actors, it didn’t seem like the filming had ended.
My lips were dry, so I pushed a lemon candy to one side of my cheek and spent about 30 minutes like that. I was already on my third lemon candy.
When my anxiety reached its peak, one by one, the vehicles parked next to the trailer started leaving. The same with people. It seemed the filming had completely ended due to the rain.
Just then, a staff member ran to the trailer. I panicked and hid in the bathroom. Thankfully, she didn’t stay in the trailer for long. After some rustling, there were footsteps and the door closed.
When I came out a while later, all the remaining food had disappeared. The large bag that was by the door was also gone. That seemed to be the reason she had come here.
“They’re gone.”
After overcoming this crisis, I felt like half my lifespan had been shaved off. I hurriedly looked out the window. There were still many people coming and going, but the parking lot was emptying quickly.
During the Mirror Match filming, I was terrified of being trapped on set, but this was a professional set with resident security, so there was no chance of getting trapped. Hmm, who was it that saved me back then…
“What? Why is he coming this way?”
Just as I was trying to dig up old memories, I saw Mitchell holding an umbrella. He was walking exactly towards the trailer. As if his destination was certain, he was heading straight for the trailer without looking anywhere else. I even had the illusion that he was looking at me.
Just in case, I looked around. I wondered if there was anything left, but there was nothing. Yet Mitchell was now walking towards here.
Watching Mitchell getting closer with bewildered eyes, I ran back into the bathroom. My breathing quickened at the thought that this crisis wouldn’t be easy to overcome.
Eventually, the door opened and then closed again. After that, there was no sound. It seemed Mitchell had just visually checked inside the car without coming in.
I opened my ears wide, but the only sound I could hear was the rain hitting the roof. Compared to the noise the staff member made coming and going earlier, it seemed Mitchell certainly hadn’t come inside.
Only after letting another ten minutes or so pass did I add certainty to certainty. He must have just left. I carefully opened the door.
…Haha.
You shouldn’t be certain about anything anytime. What kind of world do we live in these days.
“Geon-woo, what are you doing here?”
Mitchell was standing in front of the door, smiling at me. The fact that he was standing there quietly without making a sound means he had been waiting for me to come out.
This bastard.
Mitchell had baited me. He had been waiting for me to take the bait.
***
When Mitchell first heard that Geon-woo’s memory was damaged, he thought Geon-woo was just playing a prank on him.
They were about to record a talk show to announce their relationship.
Although Geon-woo had agreed to announce that they were in love, he had been anxious throughout. He would imagine futures that hadn’t even happened as if they had actually occurred every day.
‘In this case, let’s do this, and in that case, let’s do that. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.’
He told Mitchell about a hundred different ways to deal with situations without being asked, and even practiced smiling in forced situations. He was overly sensitive about issues after coming out.
It was bad enough that Mitchell first suggested giving up. Not to tell people about their relationship.
But it was all Geon-woo who had booked the talk show and suggested coming clean there. He said he now had the confidence, even if he didn’t have the courage to speak. Mitchell believed those words. He thought Geon-woo was just nervous. Until he hit his head on the set and was diagnosed with partial memory loss.
The common diagnosis in movies and novels was an illusion to Mitchell. He thought Geon-woo had finally avoided it because he didn’t have the courage to carry such a heavy burden, but it was true that Geon-woo’s memory had flown away.
The part that angered and saddened Mitchell the most was that while everything else was fine, Geon-woo couldn’t remember anything related to him. He was shocked by the fact that Geon-woo’s subconscious had excluded him.
But as long as Geon-woo just stayed by his side, Mitchell could endure even if all the memories they had built together flew away. Contrary to Mitchell’s expectations, the first button was fastened wrong, and Geon-woo pushed away Mitchell who had approached unilaterally.
Still, Mitchell believed in Geon-woo.
That he would come back to him, love him the same way, and show the same obsession. Because Geon-woo was born that way.
The prediction hit the mark as expected.
When Mitchell distanced himself, Geon-woo couldn’t stand it and entered his house on his own. Mitchell was moved alone, reminded of their first meeting at the LA house. Even though Geon-woo still couldn’t remember and approached with his guard up, Geon-woo was Geon-woo. He couldn’t hide the intimacy that remained between them unconsciously.
And when Mitchell discovered Geon-woo who had followed him to the filming location today, he experienced extreme euphoria.
Just in case, he had told the security at the filming location to let Geon-woo in if he came. He said Geon-woo was coming to cheer and wouldn’t be let into the filming area. Additionally, he asked them to contact him separately if Geon-woo came.
It was a request made without much meaning, but he really got the call. Geon-woo had come to the filming location.
Mitchell could distinguish Geon-woo’s car at a glance. And he realized that Geon-woo was observing him from the car as usual.
Mitchell’s hands trembled with love for Geon-woo’s unique obsession. Although he had lost his memory, his instinct must have brought him here.
Regardless of the rain, today’s filming was originally scheduled to end early. After sending all the staff away, Mitchell went to where Geon-woo’s car was parked. First, Geon-woo wasn’t in the car. He looked around but couldn’t see him anywhere.
He thought about where Geon-woo would usually be, and the answer came immediately.
His trailer. Because Geon-woo often did bold things.
Seeing that the usually open bathroom door in the trailer was firmly closed, Mitchell secretly sneered. He could picture Geon-woo standing inside, sweating profusely.
He might not be in the bathroom. However, Mitchell was certain that Geon-woo wouldn’t leave without him, so he quietly spent time standing at the trailer entrance. He also confirmed that Geon-woo’s car was still parked in the same spot.
It was easy to understand a person as transparent as Geon-woo. In a relationship where everything is laid bare, prediction is as natural as breathing. That’s what Geon-woo was to Mitchell.
Eventually, as if responding to his expectations, the bathroom door opened.
As expected.
“Ah!”
That face, about to faint, was so funny and grateful that Mitchell almost hugged and kissed him.
“What are you doing here?”
Although he felt like he would be fluffy and dry even if drenched by the pouring rain, Mitchell asked calmly, pretending not to be affected. Lost memories alone couldn’t separate the two of them. He didn’t feel it was annoying or troublesome. Because he knew Geon-woo completely, he could start over from the beginning.
“Ah, ah, well… that… I mean, you, did you film here too? I didn’t know.”
Even while stammering, he came up with a fairly usable excuse. Although his pale face was a small flaw, even that looked admirable to Mitchell.
“I came to see Gerard. This is Gerard’s trailer, right? That’s what I thought… Isn’t it?”
It’s funny to see him fluttering, trying to escape the situation. It was as if Mitchell could hear the sound of his brain working. Mitchell shook his head and approached Geon-woo.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
