Chapter 164
Mitchell rarely used trailers for actors. The spaces he used were temporary waiting rooms for the entire staff, his own car, and wherever Geon-woo was.
He ate meals in crowded places and rested in the same manner. Throughout his long acting career, he sought out spaces filled with people.
This was the reason rumors spread that Mitchell disliked being alone and suffered from severe affection deficiency.
During long waits between shoots, instead of resting comfortably in a trailer with a bed, he always came out to chat with the staff. Even when taking short naps, he chose to close his eyes in noisy outdoor areas.
Occasionally, he did stay in the trailer with his staff. However, since they didn’t remain inside the entire time, Mitchell couldn’t help but constantly check if people were around. This behavior itself ate away at Mitchell’s nerves.
So he chose to go outside rather than letting people into his space.
Having done the same thing for decades, he couldn’t help but show the same behavior even when Geon-woo came. If he stayed in the trailer with only Geon-woo, it was obvious that people would question it. Especially now that dating rumors had already spread.
Mitchell went out as usual, and Geon-woo followed suit.
Today, for the first time, the two of them entered the same trailer. It was the one assigned to Geon-woo, equipped with a bed and shower facilities… a suitable place for doing something in secret.
Unable to control his racing heart, Geon-woo took Mitchell’s hand and placed it on his chest.
“It’s about to explode.”
Afraid of being caught alone with Mitchell, worried about what people might think if they saw, he wasn’t excited at all.
Geon-woo moved Mitchell’s hand from his chest downwards. Making him touch the soft thing inside his pants, he said,
“I’m not excited at all. I don’t think this is right here.”
The trailer was parked quite far from the shooting location due to its large size. But as shooting time approached and staff began to gather, there would be quite a few people passing by the trailer. They were bound to be discovered together.
They wouldn’t be interrogated about what they did alone with the door locked, but Geon-woo didn’t want to receive meaningful glances.
“Really? Let me check too.”
This time, Mitchell took Geon-woo’s hand and brought it to his pants. Unlike Geon-woo, Mitchell’s lower region was already swollen.
All they had done was park the car, receive the key, and enter the trailer. Geon-woo didn’t know why he was already excited. He made a troubled face.
“You’re not suggesting we do it, are you?”
“…I won’t put it in.”
Although he hesitated for a while, thankfully he said he wouldn’t put it in. Given that the shooting time wasn’t far off, it was natural in a way, but it sounded like he was showing off, making Geon-woo laugh. Regardless of the reason, he was glad that Mitchell had returned to his original, unabashed self.
“Just you, not me.”
Geon-woo led Mitchell to the bed. After pushing him onto the bed, he put his hand into Mitchell’s waistband. Then he turned around to check the locked door once more.
Mitchell was half-lying, leaning his back against the bed’s headboard. Geon-woo buried his face between Mitchell’s legs while maintaining eye contact. He teased Mitchell by rubbing playfully. No, he was pleasuring him. Geon-woo was enjoying it too. Even though it was a time solely dedicated to pleasing Mitchell, he felt a tingling sensation between his own legs for no reason.
As time passed, a long moan escaped Mitchell’s mouth. The fact that Mitchell’s gaze was fixed on him made Geon-woo feel hot. Geon-woo felt elated every time he saw Mitchell getting excited because of him. Being the object of excitement for the person he loved brought about a strange euphoria. Any change in Mitchell’s emotions caused by him was always welcome.
“Why are you getting up?”
Mitchell asked as Geon-woo was finishing up neatly with wet wipes from the bedside table. Mitchell, who had been devouring Geon-woo with his eyes, now tried to lay Geon-woo down on the bed. The roles had switched. Of course, Geon-woo immediately pushed Mitchell away, saying it wasn’t allowed.
“Thanks to someone being late, we don’t have time.”
Geon-woo grinned at Mitchell, who was still looking at him with wet eyes, then escaped into the bathroom. It was to wash off the saliva on and around his lips.
As the bathroom door automatically closed with a click, Mitchell forcefully closed his eyes, full of lingering desire. He listened to the sound of running water. Even though he was alone in this small, stuffy place, following the sounds Geon-woo made gave him a faint sense of reassurance.
While Mitchell experienced various emotional changes as he came to want Geon-woo and eventually love him, he was actually treading water.
Now that he had Geon-woo, who would never leave his side, he thought he could endure being alone, but as soon as Geon-woo was out of sight, that feeling disappeared. He would become a mature adult, only to revert back to a helpless child who knew nothing.
Mitchell didn’t show this to Geon-woo. He couldn’t say that nothing seemed to have changed even with Geon-woo there. Although the magnitude of his anxiety was clearly decreasing compared to before, it hadn’t completely disappeared.
Rather, Geon-woo had become the source of his anxiety. He was afraid even though he knew Geon-woo wouldn’t leave. Because nothing in this world remains absolutely unchanged. He hid it deep, very deep, because he didn’t want to show that side of himself.
He hoped Geon-woo wouldn’t know. He only wanted to hide this dark and severe inner self within his lightness. If Geon-woo came to know everything down to the deepest bottom, would things really remain the same as before?
Click.
As the door of the small bathroom opened, Mitchell also opened his eyes. Geon-woo’s face and hair were still wet from washing up and brushing his teeth.
“I’m good at it now, right?”
Geon-woo asked as if seeking praise. Mitchell got off the bed, patted Geon-woo’s cheek, and responded.
“You’re too good.”
“Ugh. That’s lewd.”
Geon-woo shuddered and playfully retorted. Mitchell seemed satisfied, and he himself had fulfilled his role sufficiently, so the morning oral exercise could be considered successful. Geon-woo’s mood improved considerably, thinking he would be able to focus more on today’s shooting.
“I wish we could live like this every day.”
Mitchell said, stepping closer to Geon-woo.
“I’d like that too. But are you confident about doing this in secret every day? Even now my heart is pounding, worried about getting caught.”
Geon-woo took Mitchell’s hand and placed it on his chest. It was to feel his heartbeat, but Mitchell just kneaded his chest and smiled as if it was cute. It was very Geon-woo-like to interpret his words literally.
“I’m not confident.”
“If you’re not confident, it won’t work. We can’t do it.”
“Should I just come out and say it?”
“Say what?”
“I’ve known actor Bae Geon-woo for a long time and built trust. Although we’re still cautious, we’ve recently confirmed our feelings for each other and are seriously dating. We will develop into a positive relationship, so we ask for everyone’s support, something like that.”
“…”
Geon-woo stood there blankly, not knowing how to respond. Mitchell was saying something that sounded like it could be in a news article. He had said similar things before… at this point, Geon-woo began to wonder if he was serious.
But wasn’t the most important love confession missing between us? Geon-woo blinked several times, his lips moving silently. Just as he was about to say something, Mitchell ruffled Geon-woo’s hair.
“Why so serious?”
After messing it up so much that it became disheveled, Geon-woo finally came to his senses and pushed Mitchell’s hand away.
“Ah, stop it.”
“You’re cute even with your hair like this. Tsk. How did this happen?”
“What, what are you saying…”
“I’m leaving. It’ll be troublesome if we’re caught alone together. What if someone suspects you did something for me?”
“Who would think that?”
“There might be. Seeing your satisfied face like this, they might think, ‘Ah, he slept with Mitchell. He must be head over heels for Mitchell.'”
“What nonsense…”
“See you later.”
Geon-woo wanted to hold Mitchell back a little longer, but he just waved his hand quickly. Then he immediately left the trailer. His attitude was not at all like someone who wanted to reveal their relationship.
Perhaps Geon-woo was more proactive than Mitchell. He was anxious about someone finding out about their relationship, but at the same time, he felt it might not matter if they were discovered. After all, as Mitchell had said, he could have Mitchell publicly.
“Mitchell, you keep calling me cute… be honest. You love me, right? You’re crazy in love with me, aren’t you?”
No answer came from behind the closed door.
If Mitchell had been in front of him, it would have been a question that shone.
…It was disappointing.
