Extra Chapter 2-9
In fact, I didn’t show that I disliked leaving that much. I didn’t hesitate trying to persuade him or show a disappointed expression…
Scratching my head, I smiled sheepishly.
“Did I seem that reluctant to leave?”
Instead, I asked Mitchell about my state.
“You looked like you were about to cry.”
Cry? It’s not that bad, is it? We’ll see each other tomorrow, right?
Instead of saying the words that had risen to my throat, I nodded lightly. Feeling like I should cry, I blinked hard, but it was pointless. My eyeballs were bone dry.
“You’re showing such signs of not wanting to leave, I can’t just ignore it.”
…You can ignore it.
Unable to express my inner thoughts, I just blinked.
“I can’t bear to feel sorry. Honestly, I don’t want you sleeping here, but I’ll put up with it this once.”
“No… I’ll just go home today and come back tomorrow morning…”
“You wanted to hold hands throughout dinner earlier, right? And when we were drinking wine, you were desperate to sit on my lap.”
“I did?”
“Yes.”
When did I?
I wondered if the area of my partial memory loss had expanded. All I remember is the moment of enjoying the delicious food. But Mitchell wouldn’t say nonsense, and he’s just telling me what he felt. It was confusing.
“As a fellow actor, as a friend, I feel like I’d be treated like trash if I just sent you away. The room at the far end is empty. Use that.”
“I’d be happy to, but since you’re uncomfortable…”
“I need to sleep now. I have a script to look over too. Don’t disturb me.”
“Oh… Okay. I’ll be quiet like I’m not here.”
“I have sensitive ears. Be careful.”
“Of course. Thanks for letting me stay.”
Having somehow ended up staying here, I immediately left the room and went to the guest room at the opposite end. Since I had to pass through the living room and kitchen, it was far enough not to worry about Mitchell, who said he had sensitive ears. The room also had an attached bathroom.
Although I couldn’t be right next to Mitchell, it was nice to be able to sleep in his house. I didn’t want to be alone in our house because it felt impersonal, but thanks to Mitchell’s consideration, I was able to stay here.
“He’s really kind.”
Even though he said he hated having other people in the house, he allowed me. If I had to guess, it seems he feels sorry for me, who’s in unrequited love with him.
He probably knows best that we can’t be together. That’s why he’s being more considerate and even brought me to his house like this.
“Thank you.”
I’ve thanked Mitchell enough. Without a doubt, Mitchell is someone I’m grateful for. But…
“What feels like it’s missing?”
Whether it’s because my memories have leaked out, I couldn’t stop thinking that I was missing a very important fact. Of course, that’s as far as it goes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember anything.
Time flew by as I lay in bed using my phone. I was planning to stop by my house tomorrow to bring books and a laptop, and fill in other things I often used. With my things here, this would eventually become my room.
Knock knock.
Less than an hour later, I got up at the sound of knocking on the door. Mitchell, who came in, had a somewhat displeased expression.
“I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?”
“Oh, was I noisy? Sorry.”
I did watch some videos. I had lowered the volume, but it seems the sound reached Mitchell’s bedroom. Actually, I didn’t quite understand. I thought this was an expensive house, but the soundproofing is this bad?
“What are you watching that’s so noisy?”
Speaking in a tone of being thoroughly annoyed, Mitchell sat on the edge of the bed. He acted like someone forced to solve a troublesome problem.
“Just…”
I didn’t want to show him, but Mitchell almost snatched my phone away, and I couldn’t stop him. The timing was bad. The screen was open, and Mitchell was quick.
The video I was watching was about film industry news. Naturally, Mitchell’s face was on the screen. Mitchell, who quietly looked at the phone, didn’t show his feelings outwardly. He just chewed his lip once, but it was hard to tell what emotion it was.
Surely he’s not fed up?
He must be quite troubled receiving such affectionate bombardment from me, another man. It was something I could guess without being told.
“That video was by chance. I didn’t deliberately search for you, it just came up as I was watching what the algorithm played.”
“For that to be true, my name is floating there?”
Extremely hate the search history save function.
I tried to take the phone back from Mitchell. Mitchell, perhaps wanting to torment me more, wouldn’t let go of the phone. In the process, Mitchell’s body was pushed back, ending up in a lying position on the bed.
Mitchell continued to look at my phone without getting up. All the while, he kept saying he couldn’t look at his script because it was too noisy, as naturally as breathing. Intimidated by those words, I couldn’t assert myself strongly and left Mitchell to do as he pleased. He went back through the list of videos I had been watching. They were all videos of Mitchell.
“Ah, I don’t know.”
Now I gave up too. Clearing my throat with a cough, I lay down next to Mitchell. Glancing over, worried he might find it unpleasant, Mitchell was completely absorbed in watching the videos. He was such a carefree guy.
I turned towards Mitchell and lay down, lowering my eyelids. His T-shirt touched my nose. Even though we’re lying side by side on the bed, all that’s touching is his T-shirt. I don’t know what I was thinking earlier when I went between Mitchell’s legs. Now I don’t have the courage to do that at all, not even touching him with my fingertips.
“Can’t you love me?”
Having blurted out this nonsense in a fit of anger, I buried my head deeper under the blanket. My intention not to burden him kept fading. As his T-shirt covered my cheek, only that area heated up.
“I like women.”
Mitchell’s answer came after a long while. It was a clear rejection, but I was grateful just for the fact that he didn’t get angry. I was relieved not to be kicked out of here.
“I was just saying it.”
The moment I stepped back, I realized Mitchell’s shoulders were shaking. Sensing something strange about the atmosphere, I raised my head.
This guy was snickering.
“…Hey, you’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?”
“It’s not just that I have something, I have an overflow of things.”
“What?”
“To be precise, rather than hiding, it’s that I know a lot of facts that you don’t know.”
“Don’t play word games.”
“You said your memories flew away. You said you can’t remember anything that happened from the LA house to here in New York, that is, anything related to me.”
“So what?”
“Why did only I disappear? If several years of memories all flew away, I could understand, but why did you erase only me?”
“That’s not something I can decide.”
“I know. That’s why I’ve been enduring until now. I’m enduring tremendously.”
Mitchell is clearly smiling. Adding the expression of enduring while smiling somehow made it creepy.
“It’s your body, so I’ll leave it to you. I don’t think it’ll change even if I add a few more words. The current situation isn’t so bad.”
Even though he said it wasn’t bad, what came out of his mouth was laughter and a long sigh.
“It’s not bad.”
Mitchell’s eyes, which had been looking up at the ceiling, closed.
***
Mitchell found Geon-woo’s state both sad and interesting. When he first heard that all the memories they had made together had flown away, he was shocked beyond words.
He couldn’t control his emotions to the point where he wanted to overturn and smash everything that bothered him. So at first, he pushed around Geon-woo, who didn’t know anything, and their actual relationship became strained.
As time passed, only after confirming that he existed, albeit faintly, in Geon-woo’s heart, did he change his mind. Because he had faith that Geon-woo would return in some form, he enjoyed Geon-woo’s memory loss and sometimes played with it.
Among these, the most refreshing was Geon-woo giving love without any cause and effect.
Even though the process of building love together through numerous experiences had completely disappeared, he readily gave love at just the word that he had been in love. Despite skipping everything before, Geon-woo’s emotions were precisely directed at him.
He was a very mind-boggling person in many ways. How strong must his obsession have been for the emotion to remain even when he couldn’t remember?
He just had to endure the memory with holes in it. It was fine to start anew.
For example, now.
When he opened his eyes in the morning, Geon-woo was positioned between his legs. He had just jokingly mentioned a few words about what Geon-woo used to do, and now he was putting it into practice. Once again, he had entered his domain and was using his tongue.
Mitchell tried hard to pretend he wasn’t awake. He wanted to immediately pull Geon-woo’s body up and kiss him, finding it both ridiculous and funny that Geon-woo was exactly carrying out what he had casually mentioned yesterday.
No matter how he thought about it, it seemed like a good decision to have come to this room unannounced yesterday and slept in Geon-woo’s bed. Of course, he was also angry, proportional to his enjoyment, wondering how Geon-woo could trust him and do such a dangerous thing.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, you’re awake? You said I used to do this every morning before I lost my memory? So I was doing it.”
“You’re doing this just because you heard that one thing? Don’t you like men too much?”
Mitchell, who had half-raised his upper body, attacked without warning.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
