I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 77

Junman didn’t stop there. He continued to strangle the man with the bag. The man lost consciousness.

Realizing the man had fainted, Junman struck his chest a few more times before stopping. He put his clothes back on and picked up the money from the floor. Just in case, he searched the car but found only five hundred dollars in cash.

“This bastard. You were trying to eat my ass for less than a million won?”

Honestly, if the man had offered more money, Junman might have considered it. Despite some misunderstanding, they had initially agreed, so he was willing to go along with it, but to offer such a pittance…

Contrary to his expectation of receiving around ten million won, the man’s financial situation wasn’t good.

Junman glared at the man’s business card on the floor for a while before opening the door and stepping outside.

“Damn it, treating someone like an idiot just because they don’t have money.”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Nothing was going right since coming to America, and it felt like his life was falling apart. Now this man had looked down on him too.

He couldn’t suppress his rage, which was rising to the point where one might think he had anger management issues. He used to be the one giving money. Angered by the reversed situation, he picked up a beer bottle rolling on the ground.

He took off his T-shirt and wrapped it around his hand. Then he smashed the bottle on the ground and picked up a broken piece. He returned to the car. The man was still unconscious.

“You son of a bitch. You messed with the wrong person.”

He stabbed the sharp glass shard straight into the man’s chest.

Junman ran away immediately. In his anger, he had drawn blood and didn’t even realize what he had done.

He thought the man wouldn’t report to the police since it was illegal prostitution. Although he stabbed him in the chest out of anger, he didn’t mean to kill him.

‘If he dies from that, he’s really pathetic…’

Worried deep down, he returned to the motel and packed all his belongings. With a bag on his back and pulling a suitcase, he hurriedly fled.

He hailed a taxi and showed the address of a motel he had searched for earlier. He chose a place quite far from here with the lowest star rating. Such places wouldn’t attract many people.

The taxi fare was quite high, as if the driver had taken a roundabout route. It seemed about 10,000 won more expensive compared to last time. Junman wanted to punch the driver who was cursing in English, but he managed to hold back.

The place he found through search seemed to be a motel district. There were quite a few homeless people on the opposite street. A block away, their tents were visible.

Junman, contemplating going somewhere else, decided to stay here for just one night. It was getting dark, and it would be more troublesome to catch a taxi with all this luggage. However, he still needed to cool his head as his anger hadn’t subsided.

After getting a room in the cheap motel, Junman unpacked and went to a nearby store to buy beer. The damn motel didn’t have an elevator, so he had to walk up to the 5th floor.

As he was turning the room key while chugging a can of beer…

“What the hell?”

The door was open. He had checked several times when leaving earlier, so it should definitely be locked.

The fact that it was open now left only one possibility.

“You little rat.”

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a brown-haired man, who looked less than 170cm tall, rummaging through Junman’s bag. For Junman, whose head was already spinning with anger, this was a perfect target to vent his fury.

Junman closed the door and lunged at the pale-faced brown-haired man.

“Ugh!”

The brown-haired man’s face was so shocked he almost tripped over his own feet.

“You bastard! You’re in trouble now.”

Junman’s fist connected with the petty thief’s face. The brown-haired man, having taken a direct hit, trembled in pain.

Junman wasn’t good at fighting, but he was good at throwing punches at weaker individuals. He had no hesitation in demonstrating his superiority to people like his girlfriend, bar staff, and weak-looking men like the one in front of him.

Thud, thud.

As he struck the face with his fists, the brown-haired man’s nose started bleeding and his lip split. Given what had happened earlier, he couldn’t report to the police about a petty thief targeting motel guests’ wallets. But he didn’t want to let him go either. He had to vent his anger now.

At that moment, Junman remembered the man he had met earlier. The man who said he’d give money for his ass.

Before he could finish the thought, Junman pulled off the brown-haired man’s pants. When he shouted and resisted, Junman threw another punch at his face, silencing him.

“That’s better.”

It felt quite good to have people cowering before him even without money.

Eventually, Junman climbed on top of the brown-haired man. As he forcibly thrust his body, the brown-haired man struggled.

“You didn’t understand… huff! My words either, so hoo, I’ll pretend I don’t understand yours. Ah, damn, it’s so tight.”

The brown-haired man shouted something, but Junman couldn’t understand it either.

“Aagh!”

Although he had locked the door, the sound was too loud. Junman, on top of the brown-haired man, covered his mouth with his hand. Then he moved his hips.

“Shut up, you bastard… Huh? I think my English is improving a bit after being in America for a while?”

Junman’s eyes widened as he laughed unpleasantly to himself.

Junman acted recklessly. He continued his act regardless of whether the brown-haired man had fainted or not.

“Damn, so this is how it feels.”

That day, Junman realized just how maddening a man’s behind could be.

***

It was the second day of filming.

Thompson and I had become quite close. After realizing that Thompson’s initially arrogant first impression was purely a misunderstanding, our relationship improved.

To be precise, my closed heart opened on its own thanks to Thompson praising Mitchell. Anyway, it was gratifying that Thompson, who had seemed as cold as ice, acknowledged Mitchell.

“Have you ever tried Korean food?”

“I love kimchi. There’s a Korean restaurant near my house, so I go there often.”

“Wow! Really?”

Extra points gained.

Praising Mitchell and liking Korean food? That says it all. Having completely let my guard down, I spent the entire break chattering away with Thompson.

It felt like I had made a close friend who I could communicate well with, but at the same time, it was troublesome. When it came to acting out affectionate gazes towards this friend, it gave me goosebumps.

The script not being to my liking also made it difficult to immerse myself. Even after finishing the second day of filming, I kept reviewing the script for scenes we had already shot.

I wanted to do well in my comeback work after a long time, but things weren’t going as I wished, which was disappointing. Although Thompson and I were trying various ad-libs, it still felt lacking. As I was pondering how to bring more life to the script, Thompson called out to me.

“We finished early today. Want to grab dinner together?”

I didn’t want to refuse, but since Mitchell didn’t like Thompson, I couldn’t meet him separately. Unless I got permission from Mitchell first.

“Ah, I’m sorry but…”

As I started to speak, I unconsciously turned my head.

Where my gaze stopped, there was a man wearing a hat pulled down low. He was muttering to himself, either playing a game on his phone or saying things like, “Died again. I’ll definitely clear this round.”

I thought he was looking at me, but it must have been my imagination.

But where have I seen him before? Is he someone I know?

In reality, I’ve encountered countless people coming and going on set. By that logic, there could be many familiar faces. His face was hard to see under the hat. I quickly dismissed the idle thought. At the same time, my bag started vibrating.

“Thompson, just a moment.”

There’s only one person who would call this number. Quickly moving to a secluded spot, I answered the phone with a bright smile.

“Mitchell!”