Chapter 141
Surprisingly, among the three of us, Mitchell was the least drunk.
Kim Dong-san, despite being as much of a heavy drinker as I am, had mixed various drinks and was now grinning with a flushed face, completely out of it.
I too had reached my limit. Aware that I was drunk, I stopped drinking. I wasn’t at the point of making mistakes, just pleasantly tipsy, so it seemed appropriate to stop now.
Mitchell, without the slightest discomposure, looked down at Kim Dong-san and me with a clean face.
It’s correct to say he looked down. Kim Dong-san was sitting askew on the sofa, and I had my face buried in Mitchell’s side.
I wasn’t really drunk. It was just that controlling my body wasn’t easy.
“It’s been a while since I’ve drunk this much.”
Mitchell said what I was about to say. Yet, his clear eyes showed no signs of intoxication. They only reflected me, swaying.
“How did you two become close?”
Kim Dong-san, buried in the sofa, asked, looking back and forth between Mitchell and me.
“Well, just…”
Even though it was an ordinary question, I responded awkwardly, feeling my feet tingle. Seeing me stammer, Kim Dong-san opened his mouth again.
“What? Did you do something bad? Why are you so surprised? How did you meet and become close?”
It seemed like I needed to sit up straight to give a proper answer. I tried to get up from Mitchell’s side, but Mitchell placed his arm on my chest and laid me back down.
Earlier, I was at least pretending to sit slightly upright, but now I was completely stretched out. I ended up looking at the ceiling while lying on Mitchell’s thigh. My ankles dangled off the edge of the sofa.
“If you’re drunk, stay still. Don’t smash the table like last time.”
Had there ever been a time when I smashed a table while drunk?
No. Not at all.
It seemed like Mitchell was making up strange reasons to keep me by his side.
Is this perhaps love?
“Geon-woo smashed a table? While drunk?”
Kim Dong-san burst into laughter, mocking a non-existent anecdote of mine. He found it particularly amusing since I often boasted about my drinking to him.
I shook my head while lying down. I wanted to smack that laughing guy’s forehead, but my arms were too limp to do so.
“So how did you become close?”
As I was mumbling, not knowing how to answer, Mitchell thankfully stepped in.
“I approached him first when we met by chance. I’ve liked Geon-woo’s acting for a while and wanted to become friends.”
The answer was excellent. Not only was it great to be praised for my acting, but he even elevated me in front of my friend. Mitchell’s lie was solely to boost me up.
Is this really love?
“Ah! I see. I guess Geon-woo must be a good actor. I thought he just got famous because he’s handsome. Haha.”
Kim Dong-san laughed, saying something that could be either a compliment or an insult. Even if it was an insult, it’s the first time I’ve heard him call me handsome. My brow furrowed involuntarily, and I suddenly got goosebumps, rubbing my arms.
“Geon-woo’s acting is special. He’ll succeed in Hollywood too.”
As Mitchell answered, he pulled over a blanket that was beside him and covered me with it. He must have thought I was cold.
“Of course, he’s handsome too.”
I got a blanket and a compliment on my looks. This time it’s certain.
It’s love!
“Hahaha. But you two seem really close.”
“We’ve gotten quite close recently.”
Kim Dong-san and Mitchell were communicating well. At first, Kim Dong-san couldn’t even make eye contact with Mitchell, but now he was joking and maintaining steady conversation.
In fact, it felt like Mitchell was dealing with the talkative Kim Dong-san on my behalf. It was probably because my eyes were half-closed. Because I looked tired. For my sake.
The love that Mitchell kept showing tickled my heart.
“Ah! I got a call from my noona. I’ll go take the call for a moment. I’ll be right back.”
As soon as Kim Dong-san hurriedly went outside, a hand immediately crept under the blanket. Mitchell touched me as if it was natural. Looking at Mitchell’s deepened smile, I asked.
“This is your love, right?”
Mitchell didn’t answer. Regardless, I continued what I was saying.
“That’s enough now. I’ve seen enough.”
Mitchell’s fingers pressed hard against my chest, rubbing. It was quite a dissatisfied movement. The smile on his face was fake.
“I haven’t really done anything special.”
“You have. A lot. I know it all.”
Then Mitchell smiled for real this time. He seemed surprised to have been caught.
“I’m worried Kim Dong-san might think it’s strange.”
“I see.”
Although I told him to stop first, I felt a bit regretful inside.
From now on, he’ll probably treat me as usual.
But what’s puzzling is that there isn’t much difference between the usual Mitchell and the Mitchell pretending to love me. Mitchell has been consistent throughout. But it’s clearly love…
My head was in a mess. The alcohol made it even harder to think properly. When I made a “hmm” sound, Mitchell tapped my cheeks, waking me from my reverie.
“What are you thinking about?”
His head had come down so our lips were almost touching.
“Mitchell, you’re a bit strange.”
“Why am I?”
“You’re difficult.”
“An easy man isn’t fun.”
The hand that was kneading my chest went lower. As it tried to go into my pants, I blocked it.
“I’m not an easy man either.”
I pressed my lips together and furrowed my brow. Normally, I would have let him touch me however he wanted, but uncharacteristically, I held back.
“That’s right. You’re not easy.”
…Isn’t that wrong?
Even though he says that, where is there a man as easy as me? I filmed a naked video at our first meeting, and even ended up giving my body to him. To say that I, who even had sex with a man to keep Mitchell by my side, am not easy. It doesn’t make sense.
Should I give my body less from now on? To become an interesting person, that is.
“By the way, Mitchell, you know that video of me we filmed when we first met? Can’t you delete that?”
I suddenly mentioned our first naked video. Although Mitchell wouldn’t publish it arbitrarily, he could lose his phone, so it was better to get rid of it in the first place.
“Okay.”
Mitchell, who I thought would refuse, readily agreed and got up. He has two phones of the same model. He brought the phone with my video and deleted it in front of me. He even removed all the videos taken in the motel bathtub. I also deleted the videos with him.
“But why did you delete it? Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t.”
“Because I don’t need to memorize it by watching the video anymore.”
“You memorized that?”
I turned towards Mitchell, placing all three phones on the table. But Mitchell laid me back down on his leg, even though I was sitting facing him.
“I memorized you.”
“Me?”
Mitchell nodded.
“Now I can see you even with my eyes closed. And…”
The hand that was moving gently pulled at my chest. I frowned and stared at his well-shaped moving lips. A fragrant voice, like the expensive wine we had earlier, flowed out.
“You won’t leave me, right?”
“…That’s right.”
Once again, his hand tried to invade my pants. Being an easy man, this time I let it be. As his warm hand wrapped around my soft thing, my toes curled.
Suddenly, I checked the front door and the curtained window. I imagined what would have happened if Kim Dong-san hadn’t visited. I would probably be sitting naked on Mitchell’s lap right now.
Maybe I would have taken off my clothes myself and pounced on him first.
Oh no.
Whether due to the alcohol or not, lewd thoughts kept following me. It was definitely because of the alcohol.
Click. Both Mitchell and I heard the small sound of the door. Just as Mitchell pulled his hand out of my pants, Kim Dong-san’s voice exchanging words with his noona was heard through the opening door. Seeing his urgent tone, I sat up.
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll hang up now. I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up, Kim Dong-san had a troubled look on his face. He sighed all the way to the sofa, then looked back and forth between Mitchell and me, speaking regretfully.
“Geon-woo. I’m really sorry, but I think I have to go now. Mr. Mitchell. I’m sorry.”
The reason was that his crush’s dog was sick. He had found a 24-hour animal hospital, but he said he couldn’t leave his noona alone.
“You must go. What are you sorry for?”
“Go quickly. I’ll call you a taxi.”
As Mitchell and I kept saying it was okay, Kim Dong-san finally looked relieved and put on the jacket he had taken off.
After sending my friend off in a taxi, the living room I returned to was still strewn with the remnants of our drinking session. Not wanting to clean up, I sprawled out on the sofa, but Mitchell stood next to me without sitting down, looking down at me.
He took a sip from a wine glass and then scanned every inch of my body. He looked like the son of a rich family admiring a newly acquired piece of art.
I suddenly felt playful.
“Master. Don’t just look, buy me. I’ll treat you well.”
My alcohol-soaked brain was acting up without knowing limits. Mitchell’s face, as I looked up at him from my position, was so fantastic that my mouth opened without realizing it. I’m not sure if it was funny. The blurted-out words couldn’t be taken back.
“How much?”
Amusingly, Mitchell played along with my joke. His arrogant gaze looking down at me was mixed with intense heat.
