I’m Not That Obsessive

Chapter 82

An excited laugh came through the phone. Walker’s ears burned, thinking he had misspoken.

– Yes, that’s fine. Say we became close on the film set.

“Ah! Oh, yes! I understand! Thank you!”

– We’ll take a few more photos next time we meet.

“Ah, ah! Mr. Mitchell. Thank you so much.”

Walker was truly grateful and choked up. Not wanting to show himself crying during the call, he barely managed to calm himself.

Even after hanging up, his heart was racing and his hands were shaking.

“From now on, I’m Mitchell’s eternal fan. I’ll only support Mitchell until I die!”

Walker clenched his fist and firmly vowed to devote his whole heart to serving Mitchell. His fanatical admiration grew increasingly excessive.

And just as Walker praised Mitchell, Walker himself was about to receive someone’s praise.

Walker’s position among Mitchell’s fans was skyrocketing.

Is it easy for a fan to become close to a star?

Walker, a 25-year-old passionate young man who was already running Mitchell’s fan account, was desperate to share this news with his fellow fan friends as soon as possible.

“Wait! Get a grip. This is not the time to be giggling here.”

Because there were more pressing matters, Walker quickly drove his car and parked in the shopping district parking lot near Mitchell’s house. Although nearby, it was quite far from the private road leading to Mitchell’s property.

Walker, who had run at full speed, settled into his usual spot. It was the perfect place to secretly observe cars entering and leaving Mitchell’s house, surrounded by dense vegetation.

He spread out the blanket he had hidden on a previous visit, surveyed the surroundings, and took out his phone during a quiet moment.

‘I wonder how much he deposited.’

He hadn’t heard the exact amount for activity expenses. Just that it was more than his salary.

He hadn’t even thought he’d receive money since it hadn’t been a month since he started the job. Walker was needlessly excited. It wasn’t just anyone, but money from his god.

He would be grateful even for $1.

“What, what is this!”

What’s $1? Walker couldn’t believe what he saw. He counted the zeros on the bank app for a long time, but the number of zeros didn’t register at a glance. As he calmly counted the numbers, he inadvertently shouted.

“Mitchell!”

$20,000 was showing in his account.

***

The first reason I’m not in a great mood right now is that Mitchell left for filming, and the second reason is…

“I’m unemployed again.”

I’ve messed up two movies. Well, rather than messing them up, I withdrew on my own.

Just when I thought I was re-establishing my position as an actor, I’m back to square one. Disappointed, I sprawled on the sofa like a dog wilting in the scorching sun.

Self-blame invited more self-blame, and my mood plummeted endlessly. When I first came to America, I had vowed to hide for the rest of my life, let alone act.

How much did I suffer thinking that every person I met was talking behind my back, that an actor like me would be intimidated by people’s gazes?

After isolating myself and living alone, I realized it was all my paranoia. In the midst of that, I met Mitchell. Mitchell was the person who opened the second act of my life.

Just as I was about to be buried in emotions, thinking of Mitchell made it feel like the poison hidden in every corner of my body was being expelled.

Feeling refreshed, I suddenly got up. It seemed I shouldn’t be a useless person when Mitchell was beside me. I felt I should do something.

“Okay. Cleaning.”

Looking for something to do for Mitchell to clear my mind, I noticed the dirty floor. Of course, the standard of dirty is only from a Korean perspective.

It shouldn’t be dirty since the cleaning company comes every week, but I couldn’t tolerate the idea of entering the house with shoes on.

Fortunately, Mitchell, at least at home, took off his outside shoes and wore slippers. He changed after I casually grumbled about why he was bringing shoes worn outside into the house.

Usually, Mitchell pretended not to care about what I said, but he didn’t just let it slide.

When I said it would be nice to lie down and play in the yard on a mat, he not only bought a mat but also a couple’s sunbed large enough for both of us to lie side by side.

When I said the water taste wasn’t familiar, he bought various types of bottled water and even upgraded the water purifier. When I mentioned the computer was slow, a state-of-the-art computer was installed.

Moreover, when I said shirts suited him well, he kept wearing only shirts for a while. Only when I later said t-shirts also suited him did he start wearing clothes without discrimination.

I just casually mentioned trivial things without much thought, but Mitchell listened to even my indirect complaints and fixed everything. He didn’t even mention it, let alone take credit. As if it was natural.

Of course, I shouldn’t be fooled by his seeming to accommodate me completely. Mitchell can suddenly change and act on his own whims even while treating me like a master. He was eccentric in many ways.

I ran the vacuum cleaner, dragging my limping leg. I went around the entire house from the first floor to the second floor.

Besides Mitchell, there are a few more people who come and go in this house. The employee who came to replace the water purifier filter just this morning, the cleaning company people who visited a week ago, helpers, and so on – they all entered the house wearing shoes.

I had reached the point where I only looked at visitors’ shoes when they came.

Of course, I never directly encountered them. I would just open the iron gate and either flee into the forest or quietly hide in my room.

“Oh, jackpot.”

While thinking about shoes and diligently cleaning the house, I found an unopened mop in the corner of the garage and even did some wet mopping. If my leg had been fine, I would have taken care of the garage and outside the house too. That was a bit regrettable.

After finishing all the cleaning, I proudly hung a sign at the entrance.

[Please take off your shoes before entering. Cleaning done!]

I also displayed guest slippers visibly at the entrance. It seems I should pay the cleaning company people extra to properly clean the floors from now on. With Mitchell’s money, of course.

“Hmm.”

Just as I was about to enter the house feeling refreshed, I noticed the front door handle. The door has been broken for a few months, but Mitchell hasn’t bothered to fix it at all.

Even when I mentioned it a couple of times, he just said he’d take care of it. It’s Mitchell, not just anyone else. He’s definitely not the type to procrastinate…

Come to think of it, the bedroom door handle was broken too. I didn’t know because we never closed it, but I recently realized it was broken.

I briefly considered calling someone to fix it, but then let it go.

Mitchell is a person who really hates being alone. For a similar reason, I didn’t touch it on my own, thinking he might have some grudge against door handles.

“There must be a reason.”

Maybe he got trapped because of a broken door once. I went back into the house, imagining the amusing scenario of Mitchell being trapped in a room. If such a thing had happened, Mitchell would have surely shattered the door to pieces.

After finishing the hard cleaning, I was quite sweaty. I took my phone and went into the bathroom. Just as I turned on the shower and got wet, the phone rang.

“Mitchell.”

A text would have been nice, but a call is even better. I turned off the water for a moment and stood in front of the mirror. A grin danced on my lips.

– What were you doing?

“I was showering. I’m in the bathroom.”

– Hold on a second.

I heard footsteps, followed by the sound of a car door closing.

“Did you get in the car? Aren’t you filming?”

– I’m taking a short break now. The scene ahead isn’t progressing.

“Ah.”

– What were you doing?

“I was cleaning.”

– Cleaning? Why you?

“Just because. Killing two birds with one stone.”

– If you were showering, you must be naked now? Should we video call?

“Come on, you can see me in person when you come home, why bother?”

– You don’t show me well anyway.

“It’s not like you don’t look even when I don’t show you.”

– That’s true.

I hesitated slightly, but I was considering allowing a video call. Seeing in person would be better, but seeing through video might be stimulating in a different way.

If I show myself, Mitchell would only think about my naked body during filming.

“If you really want, I could show you.”

Just as I made up my mind and was about to mention the video call, Mitchell said something deflating.

– Hold on, I’m getting a call… It’s an important call, I have to take it.

“Okay. Take it.”

As the call switched over, I looked at my clear face in the mirror.

Face okay.

I lowered my head to check below as well.

Body okay too.

Having finished simple preparations for the video call, all I had to do was wait.

He wouldn’t ask me to touch my body directly, would he? Should I show in detail if he asks? Just as I was thinking all sorts of things.

Ding dong-.

The doorbell at the gate rang. Someone had come to visit.