Side Story 2 – Chapter 12
“You said your memory returned.”
“It did! You bastard.”
“You’re angry, alright. But I’m sorry, I’m just too happy. I’ll make you feel better.”
Mitchell followed me up to the second floor. I opened a random door in the middle of the hallway and went inside. It was a closet with rarely worn clothes. It wasn’t much different from that day in Miami when I hid in a wardrobe while being chased by him.
I quickly locked the door and stood on the opposite side. After a moment, there was a clicking sound. When the doorknob wouldn’t turn, Mitchell knocked on the door.
“Come out.”
I’m now in the house of a crazy stalker, and he has imprisoned me several times in the past. Nevertheless, I’m currently in an inexplicably positive state of excitement. Somehow, I felt it might be okay even if he opened the door and came in.
The reason I didn’t open the front door and run away might not have been because Mitchell was blocking it, but perhaps my subconscious was ordering me not to go outside. That there was no need to escape this house. I couldn’t guess why I felt this way.
“I have a question.”
After a while of silence, when I thought he had given up and left, Mitchell spoke from outside.
“Are you perhaps reenacting the situations you mentioned earlier?”
The situations I had mentioned were all times when I was being chased by Mitchell. The word “reenacting” bothered me.
“If you wanted to do that, you should have said so earlier.”
What does he mean by “that”?
Just as I was trying to understand the meaning of Mitchell’s “that,” there was a clicking sound and the door opened.
“If you run away, I’ll catch and devour you myself.”
This bastard is trying to repeat past events.
Without further ado, I ran to the back where the clothes were hanging. But even as I moved my feet, I thought it was already a lost battle. I was like a rabbit that had willingly entered a tiger’s den. It was as if I was wiggling my bottom, saying “Come and eat me.”
It seems I knew this all along. Knowing I would be imprisoned by Mitchell, I opened the front door with my own hands and locked myself in this room. It wasn’t like Mitchell had forcibly pushed me in.
The error started from there.
Was I a person who loved my stalker?
I forcibly fit the answer into my imagined scenario. In the end, what I wanted was to not escape from Mitchell’s grasp.
“Get away! Don’t touch me.”
My actions and thoughts were completely opposite. When Mitchell, standing behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his body against mine, I felt like every cell in my body had come alive and awakened. My entire body was waiting for Mitchell’s next move.
“You said your memory returned. Isn’t this okay?”
“…Can’t you see I’m angry right now?”
“I can’t. You just look cute.”
My body hair stood on end. Not knowing how to respond, I shook my upper body violently and then ran behind a storage cabinet. I managed to break free, but soon my pants were caught. As the elastic waistband stretched out, I desperately clutched at my pants trying to avoid it.
It was a useless action. Mitchell pulled my pants down. Of course, along with my underwear.
“Hey!”
I tried to put the clothes caught around my ankles back on, but I couldn’t keep up with Mitchell’s quick hands. He threw the clothes somewhere.
“You like running away naked, don’t you? If we’re reenacting the situation, we should do it accurately.”
“You pervert bastard!”
Even in this state, I didn’t stop running away. The closet was shaped like a ㄷ, so I could exit through the opposite side from where I entered. Although I was mortifyingly embarrassed to be running with my bottom exposed to Mitchell, I ran anyway.
In the past, Mitchell and I had done this kind of thing. What was I thinking at that time?
I don’t want to be away from Mitchell, but I can’t go along with his pace. How could a normal adult, and a famous actor at that, end up in a situation where they have to run away with their bottom exposed?
Fans couldn’t even imagine that I was in such a dire situation right now…
“Ah!”
In the end, I was caught by Mitchell before I could escape the closet and was flipped over. Whether intentional or not, he grabbed me from the waist and slowly lowered me to the floor, so my knees weren’t scraped. My face touched the cold marble, and I ended up showing my back to Mitchell in a defenseless state.
Mitchell, who had climbed on top of me, pulled out dozens of hanging clothes and stuffed them underneath. He didn’t care that designer shirts, jackets, and t-shirts were being crumpled. Familiar logos were crushed as they were spread under my body.
It seemed he was trying to cushion my back from the cold marble floor. Just as my heart was wavering at this unexpected consideration, the feeling vanished the moment Mitchell grabbed my bottom.
“Are you crazy?”
To be honest, I was terrified. It’s my first time being taken by a man. And forcibly at that!
“Don’t do it! Let go!”
Mitchell Cronenwirth was really gay. A stalker desperate to devour me, a madman who lets me loose in his house to hunt me. A pervert who does strange things!
“Pretending to be innocent is quite nice too. Seeing you make a fuss after so long makes me more excited.”
After that, more sticky and dirty words came out of his mouth. I melted like cotton candy touching water. My body was properly accepting Mitchell. It seemed my body was more familiar with Mitchell than I thought.
“Don’t run away. It’s okay.”
His voice was quite affectionate. Even though he was a stalker chasing me, he seemed to be doing his best in his own way. What was certain was that this bastard liked me immensely.
“No! It’s a lie! I pretended to remember!”
I confessed the truth, but Mitchell didn’t even listen.
“I got it. I understand. But this is fun too.”
What I thought would be a brilliant way to immediately escape the crisis instead invited another crisis.
But seriously, who starts undressing someone right after they say their memory has returned?
It seemed that normal thinking didn’t work on Mitchell at all.
Mitchell finally entered me, moved, and left his mark. We couldn’t leave the second-floor closet for hours. In fact, I surprisingly enjoyed the situation. It was really good.
As my mind began to blur, words that had nothing to do with my will suddenly burst out. It was probably out of embarrassment.
“Mr. Mitchell, I really don’t know… It’s my first time. I don’t remember. Mr. Mitchell. Please let me go.”
It was right after Mitchell finished his final act and his body separated from mine.
“…What?”
Mitchell, who had noticeably stiffened, brought out a pile of clothes and spread them on the floor. He sat me on top of them and asked with somewhat subdued eyes.
“You’re not joking? You really don’t remember?”
This man, who had been ignoring my words all along, finally listened. It was probably because of the change in how I addressed him or my tone. My voice might have simply lowered due to exhaustion, but to Mitchell, it might have sounded like I was whimpering and pleading.
“That’s right. My memory hasn’t returned. What I said earlier was just made up. I still don’t know you. I don’t know what kind of person you are.”
Having finished an intense lovemaking session, I had sweated profusely. When I tilted my head to the side, sweat that had flowed from my forehead ran down my hair and to the side of my eye.
The timing and angle of this must have looked slightly different to Mitchell.
“Are you crying?”
Mitchell’s expression was pure shock.
I, who had no strength to respond, mercilessly closed my eyes. As I leaned slightly on his shoulder, Mitchell sighed and hugged me. I didn’t particularly try to clear up his misunderstanding.
***
Mitchell pressed his forehead as he watched Geon-woo, who had fallen asleep as if he had fainted. Thinking that Geon-woo’s memory had returned, he had enjoyed himself uninhibitedly as usual, but Geon-woo said it wasn’t true. He had forced Geon-woo into bed without any memory of their love.
Throughout the act, Geon-woo had verbally refused, but his actions were clearly passive. Seeing only that, Mitchell had thought Geon-woo was enjoying it too. Looking back now, memories of Geon-woo’s confused expressions surfaced one by one in his mind. The thought that he had forcibly taken Geon-woo’s body weighed heavily on his heart.
Even if it started with Geon-woo’s lie, Mitchell should have noticed earlier. Excited by Geon-woo’s claim that his memory had returned, he had overlooked the strange parts.
Just thinking about how Geon-woo had panicked when his pants were removed made Mitchell sigh. Mitchell had to take responsibility for his mistake. From now on, he planned to treat Geon-woo like a couple just starting to date. He intended to cherish him carefully, like a newborn life.
Although teasing had been fun, after yesterday when it turned into forced lovemaking, he firmly changed his mind.
He had to treat him well. He had to handle him preciously.
Geon-woo’s expression changed moment by moment, as if he was having a nightmare. Mitchell was deeply worried that yesterday’s events might have turned into a nightmare appearing in Geon-woo’s dreams. How shocked must he have been to even shed tears?
Mitchell kissed the back of Geon-woo’s hand as he slept, breathing heavily. He only hoped that when Geon-woo woke up, he wouldn’t look at him with disgust.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
