Chapter 5
Mitchell said he wanted to go to Korea a week earlier than scheduled to sightsee. Of course, I was happy for Mitchell to enjoy Korea leisurely. I could treat him to delicious food and show him beautiful places. It was naturally okay.
“Let’s go secretly and enjoy ourselves.”
“Sounds good.”
That’s how our secret schedule was set. We decided to go 10 days earlier than the day of the press conference, various events, and interviews.
We didn’t tell anyone except David and a few Korean officials.
I thought our ambitious secret entry would be successful, but…
“Mitchell… I’m sorry.”
Somehow everyone knew, and the airport was packed with reporters and fans. When I was at the height of my popularity in Korea, I had successfully traveled abroad secretly, so I thought it would work this time too.
I didn’t consider that Mitchell and I were different. Word must have spread from the airport. Of course, we had to reveal our identities to depart. People might not have paid attention to someone like me, but with Mitchell, there was no way they’d ignore it.
The news seemed to have reached Korea while we were flying there.
It was more strange that people wouldn’t know Mitchell was on a plane. It was as newsworthy as the U.S. President coming to Korea alone.
I had been naive. I thought we wouldn’t get caught, but we were completely exposed.
“Actually, I didn’t really expect it to work.”
Mitchell seemed to have anticipated this.
Ever since Mitchell’s first visit to Korea was announced, all Korean media had been flooding with articles about him.
They detailed his official schedule and continuously published articles about how great he was, including his friendship with me.
Online, everything was covered with Mitchell’s stories, with people saying they’d give him a warm welcome with their fandom when he arrived in Korea. We attempted to enter secretly in this situation.
We were thoroughly caught by people’s meticulous information gathering, and ended up standing in front of hundreds of cameras.
He waved calmly despite the flashing cameras. He wore a plain gray tracksuit with a brown cashmere sweater, not dressed up at all, but with his face and body prepared, he had nothing to be ashamed of.
I stuck close to the relaxed Mitchell, glancing at him. Fortunately, Mitchell didn’t seem to be bothered.
“Bae Geon-woo! Look over here please!”
At first, I didn’t notice because I was focused on Mitchell, but there were quite a lot of my fans too. I even took a picture with a fan who was tearfully holding out their phone. As it got more crowded, there was a bit of commotion between the waiting security guards and the people, just in case.
We barely managed to leave the airport, got in the car, and headed straight to the pre-booked hotel. We set foot on Korean soil amidst the chaos.
Finally, I, Bae Geon-woo, had come to Korea.
***
“This is Korea, Mitchell.”
I sat at the large table in the center of the living room, resting my arms and head on it. I felt drowsy after arriving at the hotel suite, unpacking, and washing up. The position of lying face down was comfortable, making my eyes keep trying to close.
“Everything you do will be photographed. And it will spread incredibly fast.”
My voice sounded muffled as it hit the table. I could feel Mitchell, wearing only shorts, walking towards me. In between my heavy eyelids opening and closing, he stood next to me.
“I know.”
Mitchell seemed to find it ridiculous that I was stating the obvious. He chuckled, put his arm around my shoulder, and squeezed into the chair I was sitting on. The chair was as long as the table for multiple people, so it was perfect for Mitchell to intrude.
“But it seems I’m popular in Korea too.”
It was an unfunny self-reflection. He often forgot that he was Mitchell Cronenwirth.
“Of course you are. When I was acting in Korea, I liked you so much. Everyone knows you and likes you. Especially actors.”
“Ah, so you wanted to do it with me since then?”
Mitchell playfully tapped my chest. Surprised by the sudden hand, I shifted my hips to the side, but Mitchell didn’t stop.
“If I were you, I wondered how it would feel, I’ve thought about that. But I never had any weird fantasies about you. I think I told you this before too.”
I raised my face and spoke passionately, worried he might misunderstand. But Mitchell pressed his thumb firmly on my lips. His expression, with one eye slightly raised, seemed to say he wouldn’t believe it rather than couldn’t believe it.
Whatever the truth was, he seemed determined to think as he pleased. How very Mitchell-like.
“Anyway, are you okay? You really hated paparazzi clinging to you in America. You even completely blocked them out.”
As Mitchell leaned on me so much, I was pushed out of the chair. Having finally claimed the chair, Mitchell sat me on his lap.
“It’s okay because they’re Korean.”
Mitchell stroked my head and smiled arrogantly. It was as if he was saying it’s okay because it’s you.
I liked the feeling of his touch, so I lay face down on the table again. Even though I was sitting higher because of Mitchell, I wanted to rest my head somewhere. I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink on the plane due to a strange tension the whole way, and now drowsiness was overwhelming me.
“…Don’t.”
Even in this state, I tried to stop Mitchell’s mischievous hands. I tried to ward him off with just my words, without moving my hands. It was a foolish act.
“I can’t even touch? It’s mine.”
Both hands entered my pants simultaneously. Mitchell grabbed the flesh that hadn’t hardened yet and leaned forward. He put his lips on the nape of my neck and then just stayed still, leaning his body.
“That’s true.”
Satisfied with my answer, Mitchell’s lips trembled. He seemed to be smiling.
Before I knew it, my pants were down. I thought I had gotten used to walking around naked in front of Mitchell several times, but it felt quite different to be doing this with Mitchell in a hotel, and in Korea, not America.
It felt more intense, you could say.
I felt conflicted.
The lewd touch I received while half-asleep was more stimulating than I expected. I was face down on the table and knew that Mitchell’s lower half, which I was sitting on, was gradually swelling, but I didn’t move. I just stayed still, face down, receiving only what Mitchell was doing.
Even though I was drifting in and out of sleep, I somehow saw it through to the end. Perhaps because my mind was hazy, it felt strangely good, which was troublesome. I reached the thought that I wanted to do it with Mitchell, but unfortunately, we didn’t.
Even in my sleepy state, I liked the feeling of Mitchell cleaning my lower half, so I didn’t move. Anyway, if I leave it to Mitchell, he takes care of everything. Mitchell was always like that. He always cleaned up after me without complaint.
***
We went out after it got dark.
Mitchell wore his hat low and even put on glasses. Since it was late at night, sunglasses wouldn’t do, so he wore the silver-rimmed glasses he used very occasionally, which prompted a deep kiss.
I didn’t know I was attracted to the sexy scholar type. Unable to hold back, I pounced on Mitchell first, and we shared a wet kiss at the door, rubbing our bodies together. Our clever Mitchell didn’t miss the opportunity.
We put on masks when we went down to the hotel lobby. I followed Mitchell’s lead and covered my face tightly with a hat and mask.
I was sure someone would recognize us, but the desire to walk the streets of Korea together with Mitchell was stronger. Also, Mitchell wanted to.
“This is so great.”
Mitchell kept turning his head, absorbed in observing the streets. Wanting to show Mitchell only the good side of Korea, I became more talkative and my voice rose.
I let my guard down. While eating street food, we were spotted by fans, took photos, and signed autographs. Of course, that was fine up to that point. Fans who just follow us don’t harm us.
However, just one person seemed strange somehow.
It was after more than two hours of being out that we realized someone was following us.
***
“A ton of photos of us have been taken.”
I checked each photo of us uploaded on social media one by one. The broad back holding a hot dog was clearly Mitchell.
Almost no one doesn’t know that Mitchell and I came to Korea earlier than scheduled to enjoy the country. We actually interacted freely with fans and enjoyed ourselves together.
Among the uploaded videos, the ones with the most views were mostly when Mitchell spoke Korean.
“Annyeong.” (Hello)
“Bangawo.” (Nice to meet you)
“Gomawo.” (Thank you)
“Cheoncheonhi.” (Slowly)
When he responded simply, everyone went wild and the atmosphere became great.
It made me feel warm watching it, but what’s slightly disappointing is that he hadn’t had many conversations with me in Korean until now. Despite having such good pronunciation, he never used Korean with me.
But now that Mitchell’s in Korea, he’s suddenly talkative.
Realizing this fact, I felt a bit sulky and glared at Mitchell. But Mitchell, lying between my legs, was so focused on his own phone that he didn’t even notice my burning gaze.
I pursed my lips and raised the screen. I focused back on Mitchell’s photos.
The sulky mood quickly faded thanks to the stunning photos. It might be partly because the subject was killing it, but basically, the photos were taken artistically. Everyone’s photography skills were great.
In the photo, Mitchell’s expressionless face is zoomed in, looking at me.
He looks at me even in the moment he’s pushing up his silver-rimmed glasses and slightly biting his lip.
He looks at me again without fail while smiling with one eye squinted.
Even the subtle moment of him wrapping his arm around my shoulder and bringing his face close to mine was captured in high-quality photos. All of them were photos taken when Mitchell was looking at me.
Hmm. This is something…
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
