I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 68

Mitchell [Arrived] 9:02

Me [Good job today. You’re such a great actor, you’re a shoo-in for Best Actor no matter how they shoot it. I can already imagine you receiving the award.] 9:03

Mitchell [Filming] 10:01

Me [It must be disappointing not having someone watching over you like I do? It’s a shame I can’t keep watching you. When you come home, I’ll watch you until you’re sick of it. But it’s only 10 o’clock now? Time is really dragging.] 10:01

Mitchell [Now train scene] 11:06

Me [Train scene? Oh, I see what you mean. I’m worried it might be tough. I should be there cheering you on… But you’ll do well, right? You’re Mitchell after all! ^-^] 11:07

Mitchell [Enjoy your meal] 12:03

Me [Oh! I’ll enjoy my meal. But hospital food isn’t good. ㅠㅁㅠ The fried eggs you make are a hundred, no, a thousand times better. Did you eat? You’re not skipping meals because of filming, are you?] 12:03

Mitchell [How’s your body?] 1:01

Me [My body’s fine! I’m completely recovered. Just need the bone to heal! Just the bone. Hehe. But are you worried about me? You’re so sweet. Are you only thinking about me while filming? I like it, but won’t the director scold you?]

[No, no, think about me a lot even if you get scolded! Let me be the only thing on your mind. Bbol bbol. ^ㅁ^] 1:02

Mitchell [Then I need to touch] 1:59

Me [Come here after filming and touch all you want! I’ll give you everything!!]

[I’m always waiting for you] 2:00

Mitchell [Almost done] 3:10

Me [Finishing early? ^-^ Take your time coming. Or come quickly, that’s even better. I’ll be waiting.] 3:10

I’ve seen these messages so many times I could recite them from memory, but they felt new every time I looked at them. Mitchell might be picky, but he’s definitely not a cold person. Yet his messages were more concise than necessary.

Comparing my messages to Mitchell’s, I was an overly excited fool.

But it’s fine as long as Mitchell doesn’t hate it. I wasn’t stingy with expressing myself. With great effort, I was seeping into Mitchell’s life.

Come to think of it, I sent Mitchell Korean-style emoticons. They don’t use these emoticons in America, I wonder if he understood them? Since he didn’t say anything, I guess he looked them up.

“But really, what kind of bastard…”

I sighed, touching my left leg in a cast. The person who attacked me still hasn’t been caught. The gym’s CCTV had many blind spots, and the one camera in the parking lot had apparently stopped working at some point.

The investigation team tore apart the gym, but they couldn’t find any substantial evidence. It could only be seen as an assault due to a grudge, and I naturally thought of Junman hyung, but I didn’t mention it to the police.

I didn’t know if they considered Junman hyung a suspect or not. I couldn’t contact him at all, so I didn’t even know if he had returned to Korea or not.

One day, Mark and David visited my hospital room and suggested a new hypothesis that my attacker might be Mitchell’s stalker.

There were many other suspects I could think of. It could be an acquaintance of the serial killer I caught, or even Jeff, though that might be a stretch.

Or it could be that guy from the gym. He cursed at me when I said I broke up with my girlfriend, saying I deserved it. Ah, why did I cheat… I guess I had it coming.

Anyway, when I started thinking about people who might want to attack me, there were quite a few. I prided myself on living a righteous life, but my surroundings were full of dubious characters.

“Ha.”

Life, really.

I shook my head, blaming myself.

“Oh! It’s time already.”

Checking the clock, I quickly got up from my lethargic state. I wanted to wash up before Mitchell arrived.

He’s the type to touch my body regardless of whether I’ve washed or not. It was my small duty to present a clean body, to avoid embarrassment.

I slowly walked to the bathroom in the corner of the room, using crutches. Thanks to Mitchell spending some money, I was using the best room in the hospital.

I took off all my hospital clothes in front of the bathroom and went inside. I wasn’t wearing underwear to begin with. The hospital pants had side openings, making them easy to take off, but underwear wasn’t, so I hadn’t been wearing any from the start.

I put my casted leg into the waterproof cover Mitchell bought me, made sure no water could get in, and showered.

Only my leg was inconvenient, everything else was fine, so I could wash quickly. I stood in front of the bathroom, took off the waterproof cover, and dried my hair with a towel.

The wind blew in through the open window. It felt good to have the cool breeze on my naked body, so I just stood there. At that moment, I didn’t even feel the discomfort in my leg.

Click.

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly, the hospital room door opened and someone came in. Due to the short corridor-like structure, you have to take a few steps in after opening the door to see inside the room. Because of this, neither I nor the visitor could see each other.

I naturally thought it was Mitchell. Almost everyone who would visit had already come, and I didn’t have any acquaintances in America who would visit suddenly.

“Geon-woo.”

Oh, shit… There was one more.

The unexpected visitor was Inbeom Yoon. He looked very surprised to see my naked body.

I was even more surprised. You bastard!

“Hey, you came without saying anything?”

I couldn’t lift my face due to embarrassment. I quickly covered my groin with the towel I was using to dry my hair and continued speaking.

“Go out for a moment. Let me put some clothes on.”

“Did you just shower?”

“Yeah. Just wait outside for a bit.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No, just wait outside. It’ll be quick.”

“Your leg is injured, I’ll help you. What’s the big deal, we’re both men.”

“Hey! No. I’ll dress myself. I said wait outside, didn’t I?”

My voice grew louder. Even though I clearly expressed my discomfort, this guy wasn’t leaving.

Just as I was seriously considering getting angry-

Bang.

Suddenly, a phone flew and hit right next to Inbeom Yoon’s shoe. It was thrown with such force that the sturdy phone shattered.

As Yoon and I turned our heads in shock, we saw Mitchell standing there, glaring.

Mitchell’s face, as he stared at Yoon Inbeom, was as fierce as a demon’s. If it weren’t for the delicious smell coming from the paper bag in his hand, I might not have believed it was Mitchell. The name on the paper bag was the Korean restaurant we went to last time.

“Ah, ah…”

Yoon Inbeom, seemingly quite shocked, just stared at me without speaking. I stared back at him.

What do you want me to do? You bastard.

“Geon-woo.”

Mitchell said just one word. That was enough. I told Mitchell everything about the situation, which he seemed to want explained. There were no secrets between us.

“This is Yoon Inbeom. I told you about him before, remember? Looks like he came after hearing I was injured. We ran into each other just as I finished showering. I was asking him to step out for a moment so I could get dressed when you arrived. It’s nothing special.”

“It sounded like you were fighting?”

Since Yoon Inbeom and I were speaking Korean, Mitchell wouldn’t have understood anything. He seemed to have misunderstood that we were fighting because our voices were raised. Well, we were on the verge of an argument, to be honest.

“We weren’t fighting. But I really need to get dressed…”

I wanted to explain more, but I had to take care of my situation first. I couldn’t cover my whole body with just a towel, so I needed to dress myself first.

It’s fine to be naked in front of Mitchell, but not in front of this bastard Yoon Inbeom. No, I didn’t want to show my naked body to anyone else.

“Get out.”

Meanwhile, Mitchell was truly impressive. The way he intimidated someone he was meeting for the first time… it was truly admirable.

Yoon Inbeom looked at me with an extremely wronged expression, but I had no particular intention of helping him. Watching his pathetic retreat, I decided to show some kindness for his considerate gesture of coming all this way.

“Wait outside for a bit. I’ll call you after I get dressed.”

“Why is he allowed to stay and I’m not?”

It was amusing to hear Yoon Inbeom use honorifics for Mitchell. I only wished Mitchell could understand Korean.

“Mitchell and I are really close. You wouldn’t know. Just go out for now. My leg hurts.”

After hesitating and stalling for time, Yoon Inbeom finally left the room.

“I’ll wait outside. Hurry and get dressed.”

Yoon Inbeom, who had been speaking Korean all this time, said this last bit in English. It was clearly meant for Mitchell to hear.

Click.

As soon as the door closed, Mitchell wrapped his arms around my waist. Without me even asking, he carried me to the bed. Apart from caressing my buttocks a few times on the way, he didn’t do anything else.

Mitchell, who helped me change into new hospital clothes from the shelf, still looked upset.

And understandably so.

Those who feel deprived often have strong possessiveness due to the pressure of possibly losing what they have. He didn’t want to share me with anyone else. I was grateful for that.

“I like that you’re a hungry person.”

I grinned and shared this small sentiment.

In response, Mitchell stared at me with incredibly arrogant eyes and bluntly said,

“I just like you.”