Chapter 3
Teon was indeed quirky in real life, just as Mitchell had described. Actually, I’m not sure if I should call it quirky or excessively honest.
I thought we’d exchange simple greetings and have ordinary conversations, but Teon’s questions were beyond imagination.
“Have you two slept together?”
“Yeah.”
Mitchell’s answer was without hesitation. I thought they might know each other well since they’re family, but I couldn’t help being flustered. Of course, I know Mitchell is normally a shameless person. But I didn’t expect Teon to be like that too. The flow of the conversation was unsettling.
“How should I put it, you’re more beautiful than when I saw you on screen. Your lines are pretty too. I’m envious of you.”
My face grew hot at Teon’s storm of compliments. It seemed like a statement that slightly crossed the line of danger to simply respond with thanks. I glanced at Mitchell’s expression just in case, but surprisingly, he didn’t look upset. Usually, he would have quickly frozen his expression, but is it okay because it’s his brother?
Surely they’re not going to fight over me? Saying they both want to have the beautiful me?
…Ah, of course, that didn’t happen. I went a bit too far. You should always listen to the end of the story.
“Don’t touch Geon-woo. He gets very shy.”
“He gets very shy? That’s a shame. But just in case…”
“I said no.”
“You might not like it, but Geon-woo might find it fun. I don’t force people who say no. Who was it back then? The one who was close to you, Mitchell… Ah, Jeff! Jeff liked it, didn’t he?”
Jeff. It’s been a while since I heard that name.
I heard that guy who returned to Las Vegas ended up becoming a wreck due to gambling addiction. He even lost his own hotel and was abandoned by his father. Some people say they’ve seen him causing trouble drunk on the streets. I’m not sure if he’s still alive. Not that it’s any of my business.
“Teon, you know Jeff?”
Yet my mouth opened on its own. It’s not a question asked out of jealousy burning like before. More like a curiosity for minor gossip.
“Yeah. I know him. He was my nude model. I saw him often for a while back then.”
A nude model.
Then, is Teon showing interest in me now to propose being a nude model?
I finally understood what Mitchell meant by “shy.” I also understood why Mitchell didn’t get angry and why he refused Teon first.
Absolutely not.
Since he hadn’t directly proposed it, I swallowed the words on the tip of my tongue. Even if it’s Mitchell’s family, there are requests I can accept and those I can’t.
“So, Geon-woo, perhaps…”
“I don’t like it. This time, my opinion comes before Geon-woo’s.”
Mitchell firmly said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. As if trying to protect me from Teon.
“I didn’t want to meet because I thought you might do this. As expected, my guess wasn’t wrong.”
I thought we couldn’t meet Teon right away while being here because he was busy. It seems that wasn’t the case. Mitchell had deliberately kept Teon and me apart.
“Alright. You didn’t do this with Jeff. So I naturally thought Geon-woo would be similar, but I guess not. Was what Brandon said true? Mitchell, do you really love Geon-woo?”
“You’re just realizing that now? What did you hear from Brandon?”
“Just, you know, stuff.”
“Don’t treat Geon-woo carelessly. I’d die without Geon-woo.”
My head turned towards Mitchell’s face like a magnet. I know how much Mitchell loves and cherishes me, but every time I hear words like this, I feel a thrill as if lightning has struck my head.
“Wow. Okay, for now. But it’s shocking. To think Mitchell has really fallen in love. Alright, I got it. I won’t ask anymore in the future. Ah! Or Mitchell, you draw him. You’re skilled too. It’s only polite to leave behind a painting or photo of such a God-blessed creature.”
Was Mitchell good at drawing?
“I’ll take care of that myself, so you turn off your interest in Geon-woo.”
“I’ll turn off my interest as a model, but I can’t turn off my interest in Geon-woo. He might become a member of our family.”
“Right. Just as a model.”
My heart was pounding just listening to their conversation. To think I might become a member of the Cronenwirth family. Of course, it wouldn’t be official, but those who should know would know, and it would be shared with many people.
Brandon had told Teon, he said. So there was no reason not to tell other family members. Which meant that most of the family knew about my relationship with Mitchell.
After that, we talked for about an hour. I thought we would have lunch together, but Mitchell said he had to go first and ended the meeting.
The meeting with Teon was much more enjoyable and satisfying than I had expected. Contrary to my worries, there were no problems. Like Brandon, Teon had a special affection for Mitchell. That extended to me as well.
We came out and settled at a restaurant overlooking the sea. The weather was nice, so there were more people surfing than usual. There were also people enjoying water play and coming for tanning.
Many people recognized Mitchell, but fortunately, they didn’t ask for photos or behave rudely. Also, thanks to the staff’s consideration, we were guided to a table with no one around.
“Are you good at drawing?”
I asked, recalling what Teon had said. I had never seen anywhere that Mitchell had a talent for drawing. Despite how much information I had gathered trying to learn about Mitchell, including past interviews, articles, videos, etc., there was definitely nothing about drawing.
“When I was young, I learned for a bit. I quit thinking I had no talent.”
“Thinking you had no talent?”
“I learned with Teon, and being next to him, I thought I had no talent at all. But when I grew up, I realized Teon was just a genius.”
“So you were comparing yourself to a genius?”
“Yeah. That’s right. I, well, draw decently. It’s just that my brother is a genius painter, so I don’t show off.”
I said to Mitchell with sparkling eyes.
“Then, draw me.”
“…Alright.”
“Really?”
“I said I draw decently. It won’t be disappointing.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not that great, so don’t expect too much.”
“Okay. I’m looking forward to it.”
“……”
The words “I’m looking forward to it” popped out right in front of the person telling me not to expect too much. Mitchell slightly frowned his eyebrows and looked at me with a skewed gaze.
“Then, you mean as a nude model? The first nude painting of Bae Geon-woo.”
“What?”
“I only draw nudes.”
“Since when did you only draw nudes?”
“From now on. Find some time for me. I’ll draw you.”
“No-. Hey.”
“Ah, right. You…”
Mitchell leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“You’re not wearing underwear, right?”
I quickly looked around. I checked if there was anyone sharp enough to notice if they overheard our conversation or if Mitchell did something strange.
Fortunately, there was no one in sight. Still, if Mitchell acted excessively, attention would surely be drawn. I became urgent to calm down a beast that had decided to run wild.
“Mitchell, no. Don’t. I’ll get angry. I’m serious.”
“You’ve been saying that every day lately. I haven’t even done anything.”
Mitchell rested his chin on his palm and sat with his body slightly turned. His gaze turned towards the beach was quite indifferent.
“Decisions are based on probability and data. With the data accumulated about you so far and the extremely high probability that you’ll do something to me now, how can I leave you alone?”
“What do you think I’m going to do?”
Only Mitchell’s eyes met mine. His expression of dissatisfaction remained.
“You’re going to touch me. You’re going to put your hand inside my pants. Or are you perhaps going to pull down my pants? Ugh, just try coming to the seat next to me. Don’t even say nonsense like people aren’t looking or don’t care.”
“I don’t know why you’ve come to think that way, but I absolutely don’t share you with other humans. Unless I’ve gone crazy, I have no intention of showing others touching you.”
“That’s ridiculous! When we went to that room in the bar with Malik, you touched me under the table, didn’t you? That night when we got a hotel room with David, you did that with the door wide open, didn’t you? What else was there? Anyway, you don’t care about other people whether we get caught or not.”
“Ah. Did I do that?”
Mitchell lightly stretched, turning one shoulder.
“Of course, I like it when someone looks at me. I enjoy attention. But I don’t want to strip you naked and have you stand next to me where there are lots of people. I’d rather strip myself naked.”
“So, you’re saying you’re not going to do anything now?”
“That’s right.”
Only after getting a definite answer did I pick up my fork with ease. While chewing on pasta, I watched Mitchell who had ‘become well-behaved and wasn’t doing anything.’ Mitchell was just sipping juice, saying he wasn’t hungry.
“But isn’t it uncomfortable?”
“What?”
“Walking around outside without underwear.”
“……”
“Why? Can’t you talk about it? I’m just asking out of curiosity. It’s not like anyone can hear us anyway.”
So it was words, not actions.
It seemed Mitchell was going to grope me with his mouth, not his hands. After confirming again that there was no one sitting at nearby tables, I lowered my voice even more.
“It’s really uncomfortable without underwear. It’s scary not knowing when it might get big.”
I decided to play along moderately. If you keep suppressing someone who enjoys thrills like Mitchell, saying don’t do this, don’t do that, it will eventually burst. It was right to let it out little by little to allow breathing room.
“Just looking at you, Mitchell, makes me feel like it’s going to stand up down there, it’s very troublesome.”
I raised my pervert level befitting Mitchell’s lover.
“Oh, really?”
Mitchell finally turned his body completely towards me from facing the beach.
“Does it rub against your clothes?”
“Ha……”
I habitually looked around.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
