I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 81

Eyes twisted with anger, slightly trembling lips, a voice filled with resentment.

Although unofficial, this was the first time I acted with Mitchell. I knew about it, but facing Mitchell’s acting up close gave me goosebumps. I understood why people endlessly praised him.

How great it would be if Mitchell were my co-star.

The admiration for his perfect acting evoked regret that I couldn’t work with him.

Wanting to alleviate this regret even now, I tried to join him even outside the camera.

“What does that matter?” 

I became Lil to face Thomas.

“What do the people around me have to do with anything? I’m telling you I only look at you!”

“Then why are you running away?”

Mitchell pulled at the torn T-shirt. The shirt was almost in tatters, barely hanging on my body. As if unsatisfied with even that sight, he took off my pants. The loose pajama pants with an elastic band easily came down below my knees.

Terrified, I crawled on the floor to escape from Mitchell. As the real resistance began, Mitchell became more violent. He coldly snapped.

“I asked why you’re running away!”

My heart sank. I pushed Mitchell with all my might and crawled towards the front door.

It was partly because my leg was injured that I didn’t stand up, but I also made a clumsy move out of shock.

Thanks to that, he managed to take off not only my pants but also my underwear. Showing my buttocks, I couldn’t bear how my face was burning with embarrassment.

“Stop…! Why are you doing this? Don’t force me like this.”

I barely managed to get up, but my injured leg prevented me from running far. In an instant, my waist was grabbed and our lips collided.

Mitchell’s tongue rushed into my open mouth. For a moment, I felt ecstasy, but then shuddered at the hand suddenly entering between my buttocks.

‘Lil’ had never had a relationship with a man before. He didn’t want his first time to be like this.

As he randomly groped my buttocks, I flailed around like a madman. I barely managed to break free from him.

Limping to the front door, all I could think of was escaping. My bare legs signaled the urgency of the situation.

“This isn’t right!”

Just as I was about to open the door to escape, my thigh was grabbed. Kneeling, he held my thigh tightly and rubbed his face against my buttocks.

“Ugh, Thomas, please…!”

As I struggled, banging my body against the front door, the broken door opened on its own. The moment a moist tongue touched me below, I succeeded in shaking him off. I ran out of the house without thinking. All I could think of was getting away from here.

“It’s useless to run away.”

I ran without looking back at his utterly bored declaration. I ran into the forest without even putting on shoes. I didn’t even feel ashamed of my body wearing nothing under the torn shirt.

My heart sank at the sound of footsteps following me. ‘Lil’ was as terrified as he loved ‘Thomas’.

Could he continue to love him even as he forcibly tore him apart?

I ran through the forest with all my might, but my injured foot had its limits. Foolishly trying to hide behind a tree, I was caught by him and slammed against it.

I ended up bending my waist and spreading my legs, presenting my buttocks.

“Don’t do it!”

I shouted at him as he thrust his body against me at will, but it was useless. Unable to contain his boiling lust, he let out a moan. At the same time, mine gradually swelled up too.

Nevertheless, Lil had to resist.

I struggled desperately to break free and finally managed to escape from him. I ran forward.

The boundary between acting and reality gradually blurred. Now, I couldn’t tell if I was being faithful to the role or if it was the instinct to survive. My racing heart only informed me of the urgency without revealing the clear reason for fear.

But where had he gone? He surely could have caught up with my injured self, but he suddenly disappeared.

I limped towards the glass house I saw in front of me. The quiet forest was unfamiliar.

Fortunately, the door of the glass house wasn’t locked. Although the inside was clearly visible, there were places to hide that could pass for a house.

Just as I was about to open the rather heavy glass door and enter, a hand appeared from behind and grabbed my waist.

“Ah!”

Before I could enter, I fell in front of the door. I was in the middle of climbing the steps at the threshold of the glass house when I ended up lying on the floor without hitting anywhere hard. It was thanks to him holding me from behind. Instead, my outstretched wrists were bound with a necktie string. Looking up at him with trembling eyes, I said,

“You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Unable to use my hands and with my leg not in normal condition, I couldn’t get up immediately. No matter how much I struggled, it was useless.

Moreover, he, who had gone half-mad, exerted extreme force to pin me down with one hand to prevent me from escaping. With the other hand, he rubbed my buttocks. His moans, which had been floating around my nape, were getting deeper and deeper.

I waited for an opportunity for a moment, then pushed him away with my good right foot and crawled on the floor.

My will to escape from him was strong, but it had no effect. I had only managed to slip out of his hands for a very brief moment. He caught Lil, who hadn’t managed to run far, turned him over, and made him lie straight. Then he pounced on top of me again in one breath.

This time, my legs were draped over his shoulders. Nothing had changed except the position. His erect member rubbed furiously below.

“Ah! Wait, stop!”

“Do you still like me even like this?”

His eyes, which had been shining brightly, sank very slowly. As if he had more to say, his lips quivered, and after a long while, he whispered almost inaudibly.

“Will you… still stay by my side even like this?”

For a moment, the person in front of me looked different.

That crazy guy had somehow become Mitchell. Those gentle and soft eyes were definitely my Mitchell. The bastard Thomas had disappeared.

“I’ll stay by your side.”

I reached out with an inexplicable sense of liberation and joy. It seemed I had missed Mitchell even in that short moment.

“Do you love me?”

Thomas was unpleasant and scary, but Mitchell wasn’t at all.

“I love you, Mitchell.”

I was clearly immersed in the acting, but I got the name wrong for a moment.

“No… Thomas.”

At that, Mitchell’s lips twisted. Although he was frowning like Thomas when we started acting, now he was a completely different person. He was the Mitchell I knew.

“From now on…”

Mitchell opened his mouth. Thomas had disappeared without a trace.

“I’m going to be obsessed.”

“……”

“You’re not obsessed with me, but I am.”

“…What?”

“I’m going to be obsessed with you.”

It was a line strangely mixed with reality.

I suddenly thought I should look at the script. I wanted to check if there really were such lines. Yes, I absolutely had to see the script. Mitchell looked at me with deeply sunken eyes and said,

“Just know this. Geon-woo.”

He said he’d be obsessed from now on, so I should know.

What was strange was that he called me Geon-woo. Not Lil. He couldn’t have forgotten that we were acting.

As I hesitated, unable to find a suitable answer, Mitchell didn’t bother waiting for my response.

The exhilaratingly sharp pain, the hard floor against my back, and the warmth of the hand pressing down on my chest were intense. My bare legs were thrust upwards as if walking on air.

We shook together. As we panted with excitement, Mitchell uttered profanities and vulgar words.

It seemed he was saying that if I showed my lower half to anyone else, he’d kill them, so I should be careful.

I was so excited that the sky looked bright yellow, and I could barely hear Mitchell’s voice. What Mitchell was saying now was probably all Thomas’s lines, but strangely, I only saw Mitchell. At some point, Thomas had disappeared, and only Mitchell remained.

I stared at him, lost in unfamiliarity. I prided myself on knowing Mitchell well, but was that not the case? Was there still a Mitchell I didn’t know?

Watching Mitchell tremble, all the pain and fear I had felt until now disappeared. Instead, I was choked up with a rising sense of fulfillment. I licked my dry lips with my tongue and waved my bound hands in the air.

A little later, Mitchell, catching his breath, took my hands. He panted as he untied the necktie and kissed my slightly reddened wrists. He kissed both wrists entirely as he raised my upper body.

“Ah. Careful.”

My body, still connected, settled onto Mitchell. Then I slowly put my arms on Mitchell’s shoulders.

“Geon-woo.”

“Yeah.”

“After acting it out now, I think the movie will be terrible. Just don’t do this.”

“…What?”

I was so surprised that the excitement I had felt just moments ago completely vanished.

I wanted to hear more reasons, but Mitchell embraced me and went straight to the bathroom. He carefully washed me, laid me on the bed, and even covered me with a blanket. Our conversation ended there.

The next day, I found the script torn to shreds in the trash can. It was clearly the new script for “Fail to Start,” ripped into pieces too small to even attempt putting back together.

Just before going to sleep in the second house, Mitchell had disappeared for a moment, and it seems that’s when he disposed of the script.

In the end, I couldn’t verify at all how the script was actually written.

The truth had all disappeared into the trash can, and the next day I withdrew from the movie contract. It ended, just like the title.

Naturally, Mitchell paid all the penalty fees.

***

Walker didn’t have a particular attachment to lighting work. It was just that he happened to settle into lighting-related work while looking for a job that would allow him to be closest to Mitchell.

Although there was no work-life balance, if he was lucky, he could see Mitchell up close, so his job satisfaction was considerable. Walker was truly a successful fan.

For Walker, any contact or conversation with Mitchell was no different from the honor of meeting a god. In fact, it was almost as if Mitchell had decided Walker’s profession.

“Can you help me?”

One day, Mitchell asked Walker for help.

Not just a simple greeting, but help. And he asked first!

Although they were on the same movie team, Walker wasn’t close enough to Mitchell to exchange greetings. But Mitchell had come to ask for a favor directly.

However, there were three conditions:

Quit the current lighting team job.

Keep secret what he was about to do from now on.

Don’t question what he was doing.

Mitchell said if he kept these three conditions, he would give him an enormous amount of money that couldn’t be compared to his current salary. Of course, Walker was more thrilled about doing something with Mitchell than the money.

He was someone Walker worshipped like a god. More than a fan, he was like a devout believer in the religion of Mitchell. And this Walker had been chosen by his god.

Walker immediately quit the lighting team, kept absolute secrecy about everything he was going to do, and didn’t unnecessarily doubt or challenge Mitchell.

The subject of the work Mitchell instructed was Geon-woo.

“Please follow Geon-woo and report everything about him without missing anything.”

The instruction was to follow him unconditionally from the moment Geon-woo left the house.

Although Mitchell had made contact long ago, the tailing started when Geon-woo injured his ankle and was hospitalized.

Walker didn’t know exactly how Geon-woo had injured his ankle, but seeing the police frequenting the hospital room, he guessed it wasn’t an ordinary accident.

Although Geon-woo wasn’t very well-known in America, he was still a celebrity, so there was a good chance of strange people attaching themselves to him. It seemed he had encountered someone malicious.

‘People like me who secretly watch over celebrities are necessary too.’

Walker acted with pride, thinking himself a necessary person for Geon-woo.

Wasn’t it because Mitchell was worried about his lover that he hired him?

The image of Geon-woo and Mitchell enjoying a secret date in a narrow cleaning closet was still vivid in his memory. Knowing such a big secret itself gave him a sense of being special, different from other fans.

From what he heard, it seemed Geon-woo didn’t know he was being followed, which meant this was truly a secret known only to Mitchell and himself. How could he not be moved!

Here was a truly successful fan who had the world.

Ding-

“Wow! Shit!”

Just as he was admiring a photo taken with Mitchell, suddenly the phone rang. Walker almost dropped his phone as if he had grabbed a hot pot when Mitchell’s name appeared on the screen.

Gathering his wits, he quickly pressed the screen. Every call with Mitchell was tense and moving.

“Yes! Mr. Mitchell.”

– Where are you?

“Near your house, Mr. Mitchell!”

– I’m heading out for filming now. Please check all the vehicle numbers and people entering the house. Also, all the people lingering around the entrance. And if Geon-woo leaves the house, you must contact me immediately. If you can’t reach me, call David or Jack.

Walker knew not only the phone numbers of Mitchell’s manager David and driver Jack, but also the numbers of his stylist and bodyguards.

“Yes! I understand. I’ll leave right away.”

Walker’s main job was tailing Geon-woo, but occasionally he helped with Mitchell’s work too. Recently, he had parked Mitchell’s car, which was kept elsewhere, near the house.

He had been grinning to himself for days, saying he had become close enough to exchange car keys.

– Ah, and I’ve put the money in the account you provided. I’ll deposit it monthly. If you feel it’s not enough, please let me know.

“What? Already? Ah! Yes, thank you! It’s not insufficient at all!”

Walker said it wasn’t insufficient without even knowing how much had been deposited.

– Is there anything else you need now? Should I change your car for you?

“A car? No, that’s not necessary.”

– If you need anything, just say the word. As long as you do the job I asked well, I’ll take care of most things for you.

“Ah, well… then… then.”

– Yes. Go ahead.

“Um… would it be okay to post a photo taken with you on SNS…?”