Chapter 156
“By the way, what did you say you were doing drinking with Malik? You just met him today.”
My head was spinning, so I couldn’t immediately answer Mitchell’s question. I looked pathetic, completely drunk on just beer, not even soju. Bae Geon-woo, you’re finished, totally finished.
“I just came along because you said you were drinking with him.”
“I came because you said you were drinking with Malik?”
“Huh?”
Malik, who had been smirking at our conversation, disappeared saying he was going to the bathroom.
So Malik had enticed me with a non-existent appointment from the start. I came along because Mitchell was coming, and Mitchell accepted Malik’s invitation because I was coming.
“Ah, that guy.”
Mitchell spoke in an incredulous tone and glared at the door Malik had exited through. I thought he was going to get upset, but he turned to me with a smiling face. His curved eyes were so pretty that I unconsciously raised my hand. The warmth I felt wasn’t Mitchell’s face, but my own hand heated by the alcohol.
“Geon-woo. Let’s go home now.”
“Okay.”
“Just a moment.”
Mitchell glanced at the door again. Then, without giving me time to catch my breath, he lowered his head and rubbed his face against my lower part.
“Ah!”
When I floundered like a fish out of water, his face quickly moved away. But my surprised lower region was already wet. I fidgeted, checking and rechecking the closed door. Mitchell, oblivious to my concern, kept pushing his face between my thighs.
“No. Stop it!”
I whispered forcefully, and Mitchell finally moved his face away.
“Every time you gasp like that, it feels so good.”
He licked his wet lips with his tongue. I thought he would be more mischievous, but thankfully he stopped there. My excited front bulged, but I roughly pressed it down to make it look like nothing was protruding. My blobfish-like body always needed thorough management.
When Mitchell’s sudden action ended, I felt a little less tense. To calm my startled heart from the intense situation I alone had experienced, I downed all the remaining beer. At the same time, I felt my consciousness sinking lower and lower. I thought I should stop here, but it was already too late.
My vision started spinning, and then a broad back touched my cheek. I blinked once with a small “huh,” and it was as if I had experienced time warp, the location had changed. The world spun wildly as my surroundings alternated between noisy and quiet.
When I opened my eyes again, I was relieved to find myself in a familiar place.
Even though it was hard to move a finger, I realized Mitchell wasn’t around and forced myself to sit up. When I listened carefully, I could hear his voice from outside the living room. He seemed to be on a call. As I shook my head to clear my dizzy senses, I opened my lips.
“Huh? Huh huh huh?”
My lower region was already uncomfortable, and the reason was…
“Did I pee myself?”
The center of my gray pants was wet, making that part a different color. Did I really drink too much and pee in my pants? I muttered as I pulled down my pants. The lower part was indeed damp, but judging by the stickiness, it wasn’t urine.
I held myself in my hand and shook it. It seemed the discomfort down there wasn’t because it was wet, but because I was in a highly excited state. I felt like I needed to resolve this to sleep comfortably.
I buried my head and shook my hand vigorously. My whole body tensed and my breathing became rough.
“Ah… Aah.”
I couldn’t gauge how much time had passed. I closed my eyes and reached the end just as a tingling sensation built up. After groaning and letting the remaining afterglow subside, I opened my eyes and only then discovered Mitchell standing in front of me.
He was standing with one leg crossed, arms folded. Seeing his smiling face, I frowned and asked grumpily.
“Do I amuse you?”
As soon as I asked, I flopped down, and what little consciousness I had left vanished completely. Suddenly, Mitchell was on top of me. With our bodies overlapping, our faces were almost touching. As Mitchell moved his lower body, my lower region was pleasantly crushed.
“It’s Mitchell. My Mitchell.”
I couldn’t think of anything.
I didn’t know what day it was, what situation I was in, or what I had done to feel this good. I just smiled, “Heh,” happy to see Mitchell in front of me. Then Mitchell responded with a “Heh-” back to me.
“…Do it.”
His response was a bit longer than my laugh. Strangely, his laughter sounded like Korean to me. I was about to chatter about how interesting it was, but I lowered my heavy eyelids. I tried to force my eyes open to see Mitchell again, but…
When I came to my senses, it was the next day.
***
“I swear I’ll never drink again.”
I muttered, clutching my throbbing head. As I felt my body under the blanket, wearing nothing but underwear, I also checked the slightly raised object between my thighs. Seeing it was clean, Mitchell must have washed me or wiped me with a wet towel. But I had no memory of it.
“Mitchell?”
I sighed as my cracked voice sounded terrible. In our old house, even though it was spacious, the layout was simple so voices carried well no matter where you were. This place had many doors and a duplex structure, making it quite troublesome to find even one person. I was about to call out once more but quickly gave up.
Since Mitchell had carried me home on his back yesterday, I wanted to pull myself together and show a decent appearance today. I went straight to shower in the bathroom adjoining the bedroom.
Thanks to the cold water pouring over me, my dizziness improved a lot. I was still a bit sleepy, but the hangover was almost gone. At this rate, I could even handle some hangover soup…
I’m crazy. Really.
I went to the dressing room to choose clothes to wear to the filming set. There was still time to spare since it was said to start at noon.
“Mitchell, have you seen my pink knit…”
I asked naturally as if Mitchell was beside me. I remembered him always pestering me when I changed clothes, so I opened my mouth without thinking. Belatedly realizing Mitchell’s absence, I hesitated for a moment before looking back at the closet.
In the end, I couldn’t find the pink knit I wanted to wear. I came down the stairs wearing whatever clothes I could grab.
“Mitchell?”
I called out for Mitchell once more, but still no answer. After going through the entire house, I realized he wasn’t there. I wanted to call him, but I didn’t know where my phone was, so I spent a while searching for it.
In the meantime, feeling thirsty, I opened the refrigerator, but I couldn’t see the cold cola I usually drank. I even searched the utility room where we kept groceries, but failed to find any cola. I sighed in that moment.
These were all things Mitchell used to do for me. Whenever I was struggling to find something, he would come running and solve any problem. If Mitchell were here now, this wouldn’t have happened.
While feeling uncomfortable and disappointed, I also grew increasingly worried. Mitchell wasn’t the type to be away from me without any contact. What if something had happened to him? I anxiously wandered around the house.
“Aaah! Found it!”
After rummaging through the entire house, I finally found the phone that would connect me to Mitchell near the front door. It was sleeping peacefully in a bag placed on top of the storage cabinet.
The battery was dead, so I quickly connected the charger and waited for it to turn on. There were no missed calls. I immediately called Mitchell.
– Are you up?
Mitchell answered right away, before even one ring tone could sound. As if he had been waiting for my call. I pursed my lips at his quick response and got straight to the point.
“I’m up. Why aren’t you here?”
– There’s still time before filming. It’s until 12. You heard it changed yesterday, didn’t you?
I wondered what he was talking about. I asked why he wasn’t here, so why was he mentioning the filming time?
Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine. I instinctively realized there was a problem with yesterday’s memories that had flown away in chunks.
“…Right. The time changed?”
– Yeah. There’s still a lot of time left. Rest a bit more.
“…Okay.”
– By the way, Geon-woo, are there no underwear my size here? I can’t find any.
“Ah!”
With Mitchell’s words, my lost memories suddenly came back. Mitchell is right downstairs, in my apartment. And the reason he’s there is entirely my fault.
“Mitchell, I have something to tell you.”
Yesterday, to Mitchell who was touching my chest and rubbing against my lower part, I said some terrible things.
“Can we… stay apart for a few days? Each in our own place. Um… well, I think I have a lot to think about these days…”
Damn it. Don’t think! What thoughts could you possibly have, you crazy bastard!
As memories came back one by one, I clutched my head. It was me who had kicked Mitchell out of Mitchell’s house yesterday. What on earth had I done?
– Geon-woo. I found the underwear. Of course. There’s no way your place wouldn’t have my things.
Mitchell, who laughed about finding just one pair of underwear, showed no sign of being upset. When he hung up first, telling me to rest well, I felt like my life was ending too.
My hands were shaking so much that I dropped the phone.
Mitchell. No! I don’t want to stay apart from you. I don’t have anything to think about!
There was nothing more to see. I rushed out the front door in a flurry.
