I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 25

At first, I thought it would be fine if Mitchell got a girlfriend. Even with my actual target, my older brother, who had numerous girlfriends and hung out with many other women, it didn’t bother me much.

I had gone on dates with him several times, and even when I didn’t go, it was okay. As long as I asked, he would report in detail how he spent his entire day.

My brother would even share everything, from what food the woman left uneaten, her underwear size, to the positions they used and how many times they climaxed that day.

Well, of course, I had to put quite a bit of money in his hand to appease him when he grumbled about how it wasn’t easy to tell me everything in detail.

The problem now was that Mitchell wouldn’t report to me as much as my brother did.

In that case, he shouldn’t have a lover at all. I absolutely couldn’t tolerate them creating secrets between just the two of them, leaving me out.

“You fall in love after one kiss with someone you’re not interested in? How is that possible?”

Mitchell didn’t hold back his laughter at my words.

“It’s possible. Even once can be enough.”

“This is troublesome…”

“Troublesome? Why for you?”

“Can’t you not do that?”

It felt a bit shameless even as I said it. Not knowing how to beat around the bush, I just blurted it out. I brazenly declared a ban on Mitchell’s dating activities.

Of course, he would have to listen to me for the ban to be implemented, but anyway.

“Mitchell, of course, I don’t particularly love you… but have you ever met someone who dedicates their life solely to you?”

Mitchell frowned. The smile on his lips remained. He seemed intrigued by what I was saying and even closed his laptop. After putting the laptop on the bedside table, Mitchell looked down at me again. It seemed like he wanted me to say more quickly.

“That’s me. I can dedicate my whole body to you. Isn’t that good? Isn’t that great? So I’m telling you, don’t fall in love with that woman. No, actually, don’t fall in love with anyone else at all.”

“……”

Instead of speaking, Mitchell communicated with his eyes. His wide-open eyes were filled with confusion. His emerald-like eyes sparkled incessantly in the light.

At this point, the expected response is obvious. He would either curse, demand a deeper explanation, rebut by pointing out the flaws in my words full of misconceptions, or mock me.

Hmm… all negative options…

Anyway, I could easily predict it because I had experienced it directly. Humans are animals that want to be understood in some way when faced with a situation they can’t understand.

I expected Mitchell would surely do the same, but…

“Okay.”

Permission fell from his lips in an instant.

“…Huh?”

“I said okay. I won’t do it with that woman, or anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you serious?”

“I hate saying things twice.”

“Oh? Oh. Oh.”

Checking off one of Mitchell’s characteristics!

It’s important to understand the personality of the person I’m focusing on. I nodded repeatedly with my eyes wide open.

“I got it. I’ll never do that again.”

“You’re obedient.”

Mitchell patted my head. Somehow, it felt like I had downed a strong whiskey in one go. Terrified it might be too much, yet ecstatic from the tingling sensation coating my throat.

“Go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow.”

Mitchell turned off the lights with the remote. The room became completely dark, and I could only hear rustling sounds from beside me. Mitchell had already lain down next to me. Due to the blackout curtains, I couldn’t see anything.

I moved my head, then slightly adjusted the direction of my legs, and changed the position of my arms a couple of times. I lifted my waist to pull down the pillow that had risen. When I fixed one thing, another would bother me, and then something else would feel off.

While I fidgeted dozens of times, Mitchell didn’t toss or turn even once.

How can a human be so inhuman?

After tossing and turning for a long time, I couldn’t stand the silence and finally spoke up again.

“Mitchell, are you asleep?”

“Yeah.”

For someone who’s asleep, he sure answers well.

“Ah, I see…”

I turned to lie on my side. Just as I let out a long sigh with my back to Mitchell, suddenly a hand came over and wrapped around my waist.

Mitchell was hugging me from behind. What was more surprising was where his hand that came over to the front landed.

“Hey!”

My thing was grabbed again. Unlike me, who was flailing in surprise, Mitchell spoke calmly.

“I grabbed it, so ask your question.”

“You crazy bastard.”

I made a mistake. No matter how I think about it, offering my front was clearly a mistake. I didn’t expect my reckless move to try to persuade him quickly would backfire like this.

What’s annoying is that even while regretting this, I’m still trying to think of a question to ask.

“Ugh. Don’t grab so hard. It hurts.”

“Okay.”

“But Mitchell, you should know this for sure. I really don’t intend to do anything with you. Don’t do weird things with me.”

“Weird things? Are you talking to me? You’re the one doing really weird things. You don’t know yourself very well.”

“What don’t I know…”

“I’m just following my instincts, but you’re a bit twisted.”

I couldn’t refute Mitchell’s words. Yes, I admit it. I have to be twisted!

“So, what’s your question?”

It was pointless to argue. It would be better to talk to a log. This is just…

“…I don’t have any special questions, just just… yeah. Just…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. I really didn’t have any questions that came to mind right now. Maybe it was because the position of being hugged from behind was warm, but my once-alert eyelids started to close gradually. Despite the oncoming drowsiness, my mouth didn’t stop.

“Question… yeah. Question… so… question…”

And that’s how I fell asleep. I never found a suitable question in the end.

When I realized in the morning that my swollen thing was still in Mitchell’s grip, my mind went blank. It’s a problem that I slept so soundly without knowing, but this guy who held on steadfastly was also something else.

“Are you awake?”

I was lying on my back looking at the ceiling, but he was facing me. His eyes were closed, but it seemed he was already awake.

“Still accepting questions, I see?”

Despite my sarcasm, Mitchell showed no sign of being upset and just kneaded with his hand. Being weak in the morning, I tossed and turned to fend off his attack. Of course, it was futile.

“Do you want to ask a question? Or do you want to be touched?”

Mitchell opened his eyes and asked me. Even in the early morning, he sarcastically replied with his flawless face, free of humiliation, just as I had done. His tone wasn’t the problem. The hand kneading my thing was the problem. The hand.

“You… Do you… enjoy touching it?”

Unable to drag this out any longer, I blurted out the thought that came to my mind.

“That’s a question!”

I even explained in case he didn’t understand. At that, the corners of Mitchell’s mouth rose slowly and deeply.

“I like it insanely.”

Finally, his hand let go.

***

Late in the morning, Junman woke up. He had overslept after emptying the alcohol in the refrigerator. Even then, having no reason to get up early, he lazed around and only left the bedroom when it was lunchtime.

Although he had gained two weeks, nothing had changed. He wanted to throw everything away, but he behaved for now, fearing he might not receive the promised 300 million won.

“There’s nothing to eat.”

Microwaveable food didn’t suit Junman’s taste. He went outside the house and pretended to loiter in the front yard while observing Mitchell’s house.

The garage door was closed. He couldn’t tell if they had left or were still at home.

Junman left the private property as it was. He passed through the iron gate and walked for a while until he reached the downtown area. He had a meal at a pasta place and bought plenty of alcohol and food. It was time to be busy implementing countermeasures to break through the situation, but filling his stomach took priority.

“Huh?”

It was when he reached the iron gate again after walking the long distance back. A man was standing in front of it. The man had short brown hair, wore a gray coat, and held a paper bag in his hand. His behavior of peering inside looked quite suspicious.

Not that Junman could do anything about him. It wasn’t his house, and he wasn’t on good terms with the homeowner. Besides, he couldn’t communicate with Americans anyway since he didn’t know English.

Trying to ignore him, Junman walked towards the gate. There was a doorbell in one corner of the gate, and pressing it would send an alarm to Geon-woo’s phone. The homeowner could then either open the gate or ignore it after checking the front through the camera.

Geon-woo had briefly explained the house structure yesterday. Junman was about to press the bell at the spot he had noted when leaving, if only the foreigner loitering at the gate hadn’t walked towards him.

“Oh oh. Excuse me. I don’t speak English!”

The foreigner said something, but Junman couldn’t understand any English. Junman was about to develop a non-existent English phobia from the incessant stream of gibberish.

The conversation between the two just wouldn’t happen. Wanting to quickly get away, Junman hurriedly pressed the bell.

When there was no response even after a while, he pressed it again. And then again. Only then did the door open. The thought suddenly crossed his mind that Geon-woo might have deliberately opened the door late.

‘That nasty bastard.’

Cursing inwardly, he pushed the opened side door.

“Huh? Why are you following? You can’t come in.”

The American followed Junman inside. Junman waved his hands and shouted “No, no!” but the brown-haired American pushed Junman forcefully.

“What?”

Amidst the flood of English, a familiar word suddenly caught his ear.

“Friends? Then, um… Mitchell’s friends?”

Translation Note:

“아이 돈 스피크 잉글리쉬” (Ai don seupikeu inggeullisi): This is a phonetic rendition in Korean of the English phrase “I don’t speak English.” It’s written how a Korean speaker might pronounce it, showing Junman’s limited English ability.

“프렌즈” (Peurenjeu): This is the Korean phonetic spelling of the English word “friends.” It’s used in the context of the American trying to communicate with Junman.