Extra Chapter 2-3
The cause must be the lost memories, so I’m lingering around Mitchell without knowing why. When will I ever return to my original state?
“You seem busy these days?”
Feeling slightly urgent, I tried to find reasons elsewhere for why he didn’t want to meet me. It was an unconscious, groundless confidence that it couldn’t be because of me. Other than being too busy to come see me, there’s no way Mitchell would abandon me, right?
“Yeah, I’m busy.”
“Right, that’s it, isn’t it?”
I felt relieved at the answer I wanted. Not being able to see me was indeed because of work…
“It’s work, and also because I’m meeting my girlfriend.”
My head tilted at the mention of a girlfriend. I stood still, taking a deep breath. It was such an absurd statement that I was speechless for a few seconds.
“A lover?”
“Yeah.”
“But you said a woman?”
“That’s right.”
“You?”
For some reason, I laughed. I couldn’t find the source of this nonsensical statement, but that’s how I felt anyway. It seemed like I had heard something bizarre and unbelievable.
“Why? Can’t I have a girlfriend?”
“It’s not that you can’t. It just doesn’t seem to fit somehow.”
I scratched my forehead while leaning against the wall. My relaxed posture, standing on one leg, was the opposite of my previous intention to leave this place.
“What doesn’t fit?”
“I’m not sure how to explain it. But what’s certain is that you having a female lover just doesn’t seem to suit you…”
After saying it, I realized it was a problematic statement. Feeling I had made a mistake, I quickly waved my hands.
“I mean, you’re more…”
I couldn’t think of an appropriate excuse. Why did I question Mitchell having a girlfriend in the first place?
Of course, Mitchell has the kind of face that both men and women would like, but that doesn’t necessarily reflect Mitchell’s preferences.
Look at me. I also have an enormous number of male fans. Popular with both men and women… Yet I like women.
No… did I? It seems memory loss has eaten away at my preferences too. To be confused about such an obvious fact.
“Ahem. Mitchell, you and movies and dating…”
“Do you think I’d like men?”
Thankfully, Mitchell interrupted me as I was about to spout nonsense. But Mitchell’s voice somehow sounded excited.
“…What?”
As I stupidly asked back without realizing, Mitchell’s hand reached down towards me.
“Something like this attached?”
“Hey!”
It happened in an instant. This guy grabbed mine. I was properly caught by a crazy person.
***
Where did it go wrong?
Was it from not believing Mitchell’s words about having a girlfriend? Was it from when I trespassed into Mitchell’s house?
Going further back, there was the accident where I hit my head.
If I tried to find a reason, I could find one somehow. Thanks to that something at work, I now had my precious lower part caught by Mitchell. No matter how much I struggled to push his hand away, I couldn’t escape from his firm grip.
“Mitchell, what are you doing? Let go!”
Thinking I shouldn’t provoke the crazy guy, I didn’t curse. I begged as much as I could while hunching my waist and wrapping my hands around his.
“I’m asking if you think I’d like someone with this attached. You said I don’t seem like I’d like women. Then, there’s only one option left. Men. Guys like you with this attached.”
“Oh, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
“What misunderstanding? Just answer me. Do you think I’d like this?”
I sincerely wanted to say yes. I don’t know the reason again. It just seemed right. Even though I knew it didn’t make sense, there was only one answer. It seems I had severely damaged my head from the concussion.
“There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
“So?”
“So, I’m saying you might like it. You’re such a big star after all. In the sense of embracing all of humanity. Haha.”
“What about you?”
“Me? Not me.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I like women.”
This time, Mitchell laughed. It was the first refreshing laugh I had seen from Mitchell since I lost my memory. It wasn’t a smile of bewilderment or disbelief.
Seeing that made me feel good for no reason, and I ended up laughing along.
“Geon-woo, you’re always like this. It’s funny.”
“Oh, come on.”
Feeling tickled by the compliment, I scratched my cheek. The smile on my face wouldn’t stop. The fog that had filled my mind for a month slightly cleared. I could act nonchalant even though Mitchell was holding my lower part.
Considering how familiar this situation feels, maybe I’ve become bolder in various ways from living in America.
“Anyway, Mitchell, let this go.”
“You can touch it too if you want.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t have that kind of interest. First, let go of this and let’s talk. I misspoke. I’m sincerely sorry, so please calm down.”
“I’m not angry though? Do I look angry to you right now?”
“This is forced sexual harassment. If this fact gets out, your acting career is over.”
“Report it then. You can post it on your SNS if you want. Should I call the reporters?”
“Even if you’re Mitchell, aren’t you going too far?”
“I’ve always been like this. Anyway.”
Mitchell lowered his head. He licked his lips while looking down at where the incident was occurring. He looked like a predator with delicious prey in front of him.
“Why are you defending so passively?”
He’s right. I’m being extremely passive right now. Except for the moment of initial contact, I’ve pretty much left Mitchell’s hand alone. His words weren’t wrong.
“Are you actually gay? You seem to be enjoying being assaulted by a man?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I did this to make you uncomfortable, but your reaction is too bland. As if it’s something that happens often. You’re not fooling around with other men, are you?”
“Are you crazy? I told you I like women!”
“It’s refreshing to hear what you used to say often now. This is why I can’t let you go.”
“What are you talking about? Forget it, just let this go first! It’s not that I’m not pushing you away, it’s that I can’t. You’re stronger than me!”
“No. I think the reason you can’t push me away is a bit different?”
I understood his meaning immediately. There’s one more crazy person besides Mitchell. My crazy body had reacted to Mitchell’s hand. Just from being grabbed.
Honestly, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to refuse if Mitchell forcibly stroked it. I might have surrendered my body to him even while saying not to. Because I was already excited.
It doesn’t matter why I reacted to a man’s touch. There’s only desire for the stimulation given at this moment. I wasn’t ashamed even though Mitchell was watching.
‘It must be familiar because we’re friends.’
‘It’s not good for the body if you hold it in.’
Such illogical reasons. Rationalizations that only I would agree with poured out in my mind.
“It’s normal for a healthy man to react to stimulation.”
I’m not sure if he realized the change in my body and was horrified, but Mitchell let go of his hand. He must have been surprised that I unexpectedly got excited.
“I’ll stop the joke here.”
The hand that had grabbed mine was hot, but the eyes looking at me were cold. The slightly crooked smile was an expression he often made. It seemed to be looking down on me or mocking me, and also looked somewhat depressed.
I watched Mitchell’s retreating back and then picked up my clothes one by one to put them on. I instinctively looked around, but fortunately, the strange aura surrounding him had suddenly disappeared.
“Go. If you don’t want that to be grabbed again, leave quietly while I’m letting you.”
When I laughed out loud, the atmosphere became playful again. The arrogance and composure unique to a big star, he had returned to the Mitchell I knew.
“…I’m going.”
I said goodbye awkwardly, but Mitchell just waved his hand casually without saying anything. Then he went into the kitchen and stood in front of the water purifier. His back as he poured and drank water showed no sign of lingering attachment.
Staring at his well-built back muscles, I moved my feet like someone who was upset. Walking towards the front door, I looked back out of unnecessary regret. I glanced back slightly wondering if he might come out to see me off, but of course, Mitchell wasn’t there.
“It’s not like I particularly wanted it anyway.”
I grumbled as I left the house alone. Perhaps because my steps going down the stairs were heavy and uncomfortable, my mouth wouldn’t stop. It was all cursing Mitchell.
I regretted coming here for nothing. But there were things I gained.
The fact that I knew the passcode to his house and wasn’t surprised to see the grandeur of the enormous penthouse. The fact that I knew the layout of the house at a glance. And the part where Mitchell’s touch wasn’t unpleasant. Although it was quite excessive, it was certain that my friendship with Mitchell had been quite deep.
“But this is the end.”
Regardless of learning important facts, this is where we end. Whether we were close in the past or not, we’re not now. I intend to end things with Mitchell here. I thought I wouldn’t have any more occasions to meet Mitchell.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
