I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 41

It’s nonsense that Mitchell is homosexual. There was just one gay scandal years ago, which is now barely remembered. But that was merely false information spread by Mitchell’s anti-fans. Mitchell was perfectly heterosexual.

The claim of homosexuality was absurd enough, but sexual harassment on top of that? Mark shook his head unknowingly.

[He touched me. Please publish this story as an article. But please keep me anonymous.]

After working as a journalist for a long time, one develops a sense of whether an informant is lying or not. Especially, ‘The Show’ magazine was quite accustomed to dealing with informants who talked nonsense.

In that regard, the man had some rather subtle aspects. First, there was no anger on his face, and he even showed a faint smile at times. Then suddenly, he would become agitated and angry.

It seemed like an unskilled actor trying his best to give a passionate performance.

[How, when, and where exactly did the sexual harassment occur? The more details you can provide, the better.]

[It was just yesterday at dawn. Mitchell suddenly came to my room and rubbed his body against me. When I resisted fiercely, he cursed and left. Unfortunately, there’s no evidence.]

Junman held out his phone triumphantly. He thought ‘The Show’ would publish the article even without evidence. Known for writing various rumors and unconfirmed articles, it would be a success if they just published it vaguely.

If he could just hint in the article comments that the perpetrator was Mitchell, rumors would spread like wildfire.

[Yesterday at dawn? Around what time?]

[I’m not sure exactly, but it was around 3 or 4 AM. It was dark.]

[My goodness. Are you sure it was Mitchell? If this is true, it’s a huge scandal.]

[Yes, it was. I confirmed his face several times. I heard his voice too. He couldn’t control his excited body. I really thought I was going to be assaulted.]

Junman inwardly sneered at the journalist’s surprised face. Sexual misconduct allegations are the worst kind of scandal that should never happen to a celebrity.

Though not exactly the same, wasn’t this how Geon-woo was buried too? There’s nothing easier than dragging a famous celebrity down to the bottom. It would have been even easier in Korea, where they’re strict about celebrities’ sex scandals. That was a bit regrettable.

[Did he try to undress you?]

[Ah, I’m sorry. If it’s too difficult, you don’t have to answer.]

Mark showed two sentences in succession. Junman shook his head and soon completed a sentence.

[He did undress me. I still have the torn clothes at home. But he wore gloves, so I don’t think there will be fingerprints.]

[I see. But why didn’t you report this to the police?]

[As you know, my brother is a public figure in Korea, and I don’t want to be known for something like this. However, I thought Mitchell’s true nature should be revealed. Please, publish this as an article. I’m really suffering. To think I was assaulted by a man!]

Junman furrowed his brow and made a pained expression.

[Alright. I’ll publish the article.]

[Thank you. Thank you so much! You’re doing a great thing!]

[Just to be sure, everything you’ve said so far is the truth, right? There have been many false reports lately.]

At Mark’s words, Junman inwardly scoffed. Was there anyone who didn’t know that The Show made huge profits from fabricated articles? It was well-known even in Korea that they had been in lawsuits with various celebrities for years.

[Of course. It’s all true.]

[I understand.]

After confirming the facts this way, Mark lied that he came here for an interview with Mitchell. He only complained about making a wasted trip because Mitchell wasn’t there, but didn’t mention his personal friendship with Mitchell.

Afterwards, he listened to how Junman was feeling currently, and only after talking for quite a while longer did they part ways. The content was surprisingly detailed and thorough.

Even as he was leaving the mansion’s driveway, Mark was muttering curses in disbelief.

“Crazy bastard.”

He had expected it from the beginning. That all of Junman’s words were lies.

The more they talked, the more false evidence kept coming out. Junman had lied from start to finish.

“You idiot, Mitchell was filming until 8 AM yesterday.”

This was a fact he had learned while talking with Lydia earlier. That Mitchell, after finishing an all-night shoot, briefly stopped by his house in the morning before coming straight to the filming location. The entire staff knows this. What better alibi could there be?

The strange thing was why Junman tried to defame Mitchell.

“Isn’t this guy a stalker?”

Mark drew his own conclusion. Recalling Junman’s brazen face as he lied, he immediately made a phone call.

He had already heard that some Asian around Mitchell was acting like a stalker.

He thought Mitchell might answer now, and fortunately, the call connected.

– Hey, what’s up?

“Mitchell, do you know what just happened?”

Mark spilled everything.

***

“You’re done already?”

Geon-woo, who had just returned from the gym, arrived at the filming location. Although it was just past lunchtime, Mitchell’s filming had already finished.

“Thanks to shooting all night yesterday.”

“That’s good. Let’s hurry home and rest.”

Geon-woo had also stayed up all night with Mitchell. Of course, Geon-woo had dozed off in a corner, but Mitchell had been filming non-stop the entire time.

Geon-woo was already worried about Mitchell, but it seems the director had been considerate. The two quickly left the filming location.

This time, Geon-woo drove. He naturally pushed Mitchell away as he was about to get into the driver’s seat and took the spot himself. Mitchell clicked his tongue but didn’t particularly object.

“I’m thinking of asking the company to assign me a driver,” Mitchell said as the car started to pick up speed. Geon-woo, who had been making a displeased expression, thumped the steering wheel loudly.

“Can’t I do that?”

“You need to go to the gym, and you’ll start filming soon too. You can’t always be with me.”

“Ah… at times like this, I just want to be your shadow. I want to do nothing but follow you around and think only of you.”

It was a touching complaint. If they were lovers, it would have been more than enough to be moved, but the person who said it seemed to have no particular thoughts about it.

Mitchell snorted and turned his head towards Geon-woo. He reached out and grabbed Geon-woo’s nape, massaging it. Geon-woo yelped in surprise.

“Hey! I’m driving right now.”

Geon-woo tried to prevent any unnecessary actions in advance. However, Mitchell didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he rested his idle hand on the front of Geon-woo’s pants and started to rub gently.

“Mitchell!”

“Can’t you handle this much distraction? If you can get past this, I’ll make you my driver.”

It was an absurd proposal. Geon-woo has his main job as an actor. Of course, Geon-woo had offered to drive first, but there was no need to prove anything to become Mitchell’s driver. It was obviously a joke, but Geon-woo was rather fired up.

“Go ahead! Distract me more! I’m really good at driving. If I get through this, you won’t hire a driver? I’ll do it?”

Just from his excited voice, you could tell how happy Geon-woo was. He even stuck out his stomach. Well, not exactly his stomach, but the area below it.

Anyway, Mitchell burst out laughing at Geon-woo’s behavior. The sound was so loud that it made Geon-woo flinch.

At the same time, Mitchell firmly grasped the front of Geon-woo’s pants. Geon-woo, slightly twisting his upper body, even spread his legs as if inviting more.

“Even if there’s a driver, you can still be with me,” Mitchell said.

As Mitchell said, the two could always be together. However, Geon-woo didn’t like the idea that someone else could replace him at Mitchell’s side.

While Mitchell was everything to him, it bothered him that Mitchell didn’t seem to care who it was. That was a big problem. He couldn’t tolerate even the slightest gap that could potentially distance them.

“We can be together, sure. But Mitchell, won’t you touch me in the car?”

Mitchell’s joyful laughter excited Geon-woo.

“I have to touch you. I need to satisfy your desires. If there was a driver, I couldn’t touch you like this, right?”

As Mitchell started to fondle him more seriously down there, Geon-woo let out a groan. The car’s speed had significantly decreased, and they still had a long way to go before reaching home.

“That’s right.”

As Mitchell unzipped Geon-woo’s pants, Geon-woo swallowed hard. He had blurted out words because he didn’t want anyone else around Mitchell, but now that the zipper was coming down, his mind changed.

He was about to ask Mitchell to let him concentrate on driving for now, but Mitchell’s hand was faster. As his briefs were pulled down, Geon-woo’s member sprang out.

“Every time I see it, I think…”

Mitchell’s gaze stopped at Geon-woo’s lower region.

“It really makes me want to suck it.”