Extra Chapter 2-10
While it’s good that he doesn’t have an aversion to his body, it would be troublesome if he had curiosity about all men’s bodies, not just his. It would also be a problem if the erased memories came back distorted.
“You said I used to like you. And you accepted everything.”
“Are you saying you’d do anything if someone is just a little nice to you?”
“It’s not like that. Absolutely not.”
“Who asked you to do this?”
“No, I… It’s because it’s you. Somehow, you seem trustworthy. I can’t really explain why, but you just are.”
“If I’m trustworthy, you climb on someone else’s body?”
“I won’t do it again from now on. I was a bit hasty.”
“Do it if you want to.”
“…What are you saying?”
“Stop if you don’t like it.”
“Oh, damn.”
Geon-woo, who had been hesitating, lowered his head again. His sulky lips showed his dissatisfaction before going straight down. He finally saw it through to the end.
Mitchell, with his eyes half-closed, took in everything Geon-woo was doing. Rough breaths were endlessly bursting from his mouth.
“No matter how I think about it, I can’t believe I came to you every morning.”
It’s already after one act has been completed. It was no use acting shy now.
“Whether you believe it or not, it’s true.”
“Tell me honestly. Mitchell, this is a joke, right? We never did this, did we?”
“Are you curious about how many times you’ve been between my legs? I don’t know exactly, but I can tell you the order of magnitude. I think it would easily surpass a hundred. No, even more than that…”
“Ah, that’s enough.”
Geon-woo quickly shook his head. He frowned, looking displeased.
“Or should I tell you what we were planning to do after finishing the talk show recording on the day you had the accident?”
“What were we planning to do?”
“We were going to sleep together. Seriously.”
“…Are you serious? I thought you said you weren’t gay.”
“Even if I’m not, I can still do it. You begged and pleaded for me to just give you my body even if I couldn’t give you my heart, so I said okay.”
“You’re really weird too. Who agrees to such a request?”
“I’ve always been weird. And you said this. That your body would be delicious.”
Geon-woo, who flinched, pressed his forehead with his hand. He seemed unable to believe that such words had come out of his mouth. Of course, Geon-woo was confused because he had never actually said such things.
“My past self was quite promiscuous.”
Geon-woo lamented with unfocused eyes.
“No, not just the past.”
It’s strange to draw a line saying it’s the past. From the moment Geon-woo came between Mitchell’s thighs this morning, the past became the present. He’s still Bae Geon-woo. The person hasn’t changed.
“So will you do it? Do you still want to?”
If Geon-woo thinks with the common sense he’s lived with until now, he should naturally refuse. But the fact that the answer didn’t come out immediately was already a failure.
“Mitchell, you’ve never slept with a man before, right?”
“That’s right. You’ll be my first. My first man.”
“Don’t say such meaningful things so casually.”
“Don’t you like it? Even if I don’t, don’t you?”
“I don’t dislike it. But I’ve never slept with a man either.”
“Are you sure?”
“Probably.”
“Really?”
Mitchell, who had been laughing lightly, got up from the bed. Unfortunately, it was now time to prepare to leave.
“Thanks for refreshing me since the morning. Next time, I’ll do it for you.”
“Do as you please.”
“When?”
“Huh?”
Geon-woo thought it was just a passing remark like asking to have a meal together, but Mitchell seemed intent on setting a date and time right away. Geon-woo stammered his answer.
“I, well, if it’s okay with you.”
“I’ll come and do it for you this evening after I finish filming. Ah, I should also find out if your body is delicious then.”
After uttering these meaningful words, Mitchell left the room. Geon-woo needlessly felt his own body. Mitchell had thrown out bait again today, and Geon-woo, as always, had taken it.
***
I leaned against the wall next to the front door, waiting for Mitchell. Since he told me not to come to the filming location, I was planning to see him off on his way to work.
Even now, I can’t help but smile at his words about contacting me regularly. Just from that, I could imagine how much my past self must have clung to Mitchell. Despite not being gay, Mitchell was accommodating me, who loved him.
“No wonder I couldn’t cut off this love.”
Of course, I don’t think I would have disliked Mitchell even if he had been cold to me. I know myself well. Even if Mitchell had pushed me away, I would have secretly hidden behind him and followed him around. I might have become a gloomy stalker, wanting to give more affection than just being on his list of interests.
Mitchell saved me. He was helping me appear normal.
The problem is this evening.
He said he would find out if my body is delicious. That means he intends to sleep with me. It’s a warning to be prepared, whether body or mind.
“Are you leaving now?”
Mitchell, with a bag slung over one shoulder, walked towards me. His steps were quick and precise, but it looked as if he was approaching to kiss me. I don’t know why I thought that, but I imagined Mitchell kissing me goodbye as I came to see him off, saying he’d be back soon.
“Yeah. I’ll probably be back by 8. I have a meeting after filming. I’ll eat dinner before coming back, so take care of your own meal too. You can do that much, right?”
“Of course. Someone might think I can’t live without you.”
“Isn’t that true?”
“My past self might have been like that, but I’m different now. It’s not to that extent.”
I crossed my arms and raised my head at a 45-degree angle. It was closer to insisting that something untrue was true rather than pretending to be confident, but fortunately, Mitchell seemed to fall for it.
“Alright.”
Moreover, there was something to point out.
“Mitchell, you said you couldn’t sleep with someone next to you, so what happened? You slept like a baby yesterday without waking up even once.”
Mitchell’s eyes widened at my words. Seeing Mitchell flustered, which was rare, I felt a sense of satisfaction rising from the tips of my toes.
“Well, that’s because I endured it for your sake.”
Of course, Mitchell, who quickly returned to his usual self, was confident, and I couldn’t match him in words. Having failed to pick a fight, I immediately gave him a farewell greeting.
“Have a good day.”
At my words, Mitchell, who was putting on his shoes, turned his head and stared at me. I realized that his gaze, standing close, was directed at my lips. It was easy to understand the situation. My heart started racing. He was going to give the kiss we had missed earlier.
What should I do?
I didn’t particularly avoid the face that was getting closer and closer. Just as I was wondering whether I should refuse, Mitchell spoke.
“What do you mean ‘have a good day’? Are you staying here? Go back to your house.”
“Oh… That’s what you meant?”
Without realizing it, I had acted like the owner of this house, and Mitchell didn’t let me get away with it. Mitchell looking at me wasn’t for a kiss. I had made quite a misunderstanding.
In the end, I was practically kicked out and pushed back to our house that I couldn’t get attached to. I hated the harsh Mitchell, but I became even more anxious about the situation I couldn’t change. Can’t I even stay for a while in an empty house?
“Am I going to wear out?”
Grumbling until my mouth went dry, I became a phone ghost and waited for Mitchell all day.
Mitchell, who said he would contact me every hour on the hour, really kept his promise. Judging by the sense of déjà vu, I must have done this in the past too. I probably suggested it first. Mitchell wouldn’t have thought of this persistent behavior I used to do in Korea.
Unfortunately, Mitchell’s consideration didn’t last beyond a day. As the afternoon came, the contact gradually decreased, and by now, when the sun had set, there hadn’t been a single message. I was almost on the verge of going crazy.
Even though I waited and waited, crouched in front of Mitchell’s house, Mitchell didn’t return even after 8 o’clock. He didn’t answer his phone either. As irritation, anger, and sadness rushed to my head, it started to throb. And in the midst of the headache, I found a piece of my past memory.
I was running away in an unfamiliar space. Completely naked, I was climbing stairs and running through corridors in what seemed like a luxurious villa. I don’t know where exactly, but I know it’s some villa in Miami.
Surprisingly, it was Mitchell who was chasing me. He finally found me, panting and hiding in a closet. Mitchell was smiling, but somehow he also seemed angry. I couldn’t tell what emotion he was feeling as he looked at me.
That was clearly my forgotten past.
“What is this?”
I felt discomfort as if an advertisement had suddenly interrupted while I was watching a video. An unexpected scene abruptly intruded and was injected into my head. I was just surprised that it was my past that had disappeared.
It’s good that I found a memory, but of all things, it’s a scene of me running away naked from Mitchell. As I pondered why such a thing happened, I came up with one guess.
“No way… Mitchell…”
Suddenly, my life became a thriller. Mitchell said that I followed him around saying I liked him, but what if it was the opposite? What if Mitchell was stalking me and obsessing over me?
“Aaaaargh!”
I let out a bear-like roar out of sheer shock.
Now everything was explained.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
