DOTH Volume 2 Chapter 4.6

“No… I didn’t…”

It was only after Director Yeon’s eyes curved a little more that Jung Heeyeon finally managed to stammer out a denial. Unable to run away, he instinctively clasped his hands together, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. He felt heat rising not just in his hands but all the way to his fingertips. Waking up from the strange dream and showing his bare feet earlier had been embarrassing, but this moment surpassed that, leaving him utterly mortified. Hic. His hiccups kept escaping uncontrollably.

“Oh, you didn’t?”

Director Yeon, noticing the hiccups, didn’t believe Jung Heeyeon’s denial but continued to ask away.

“Then why did you wash it yourself, Heeyeon? There’s laundry service here.”

Jung Heeyeon’s face rarely showed much expression, but now, he had a flustered expression. Though his lips were tightly pressed together, his cheeks were flushed, and his long lashes fluttered nervously. Yet his gaze remained fixed on Director Yeon. Each hiccup made his small frame jolt slightly.

“Ah… It’s just because I want to.”

“Just because?”

“Yes…”

Jung Heeyeon trailed off. The lie felt like a weight on his conscience. Overwhelmed by the guilt of telling a lie for the first time in his life, he couldn’t even bring himself to meet Director Yeon’s eyes. His slightly pouting lips quivered. His slightly puffy lips quivered faintly. He pressed his lips together firmly, but hiccups kept bubbling up from deep inside his chest. The uncontrollable hiccups felt like a manifestation of the lie he had told. He tried desperately to hold them back, but it was far from easy.

“You’re even hiccuping now. Did I startle you?”

Director Yeon’s voice remained as gentle as ever, much like when he’d asked his earlier, bolder question.

“Walk to the bedroom. I’ll take a proper look at your ankle.”

“Yes.”

The tense omega finally let out a shallow sigh, sensing that Director Yeon might let the matter go. Feeling a faint sense of relief, Jung Heeyeon began walking toward the bedroom. Since it was the guest room’s attached bathroom, it took less than ten steps for his knees to touch the bed.

Director Yeon watched Jung Heeyeon’s steps with narrowed eyes. To an average observer, his gait might have seemed normal, but to the man, it wasn’t quite right. Having extensive experience with physical activity, he had an acute ability to assess others’ physical conditions. The slight swelling on the ankle was enough proof that something wasn’t right, but watching Jung Heeyeon’s steps confirmed it further—his gait was subtly unstable.

Something about it still felt off. Ignoring the underwear hanging in the bathroom, Director Yeon casually stepped forward. A fleeting, lighthearted thought crossed his mind—should he just carry Jung Heeyeon around so he wouldn’t have to walk?

“You can sit down.”

Jung Heeyeon obediently sat on the bed. As he sat with just a sliver of his weight on the edge of the mattress, Director Yeon gave the bed a light tap, silently urging him to sit properly. Jung Heeyeon scooted back until the backs of his knees fully rested on the mattress.

“Heeyeon.” 

Just as naturally as he had in the bathroom, Director Yeon knelt before him. Jung Heeyeon’s gaze slowly followed the man’s movement, traveling downward. His expression was calm and composed, as usual, as though the embarrassment from earlier had dissipated—except for the hiccups that persisted.

“Yes?”

Director Yeon’s hand, which had been holding Jung Heeyeon’s ankle earlier, reached for his foot again. His bare right foot lifted slightly off the ground as Director Yeon’s grasp made his leg float in midair. Jung Heeyeon simply looked down at his leg, held firmly in Director Yeon’s grip, without a trace of concern. His trusting expression showed that he didn’t entertain even the slightest thought that Director Yeon might harm him.

Faced with such naive, blind trust on Jung Heeyeon’s gentle face, Director Yeon smirked faintly. He was certain that no matter what he did, Jung Heeyeon wouldn’t run away. The twisted sense of satisfaction only stoked the man’s brazenness.

“Did you dream about me last night?”

Director Yeon’s hand lightly massaged the swollen ankle as he asked the question in a calm tone.

“Ah…”

The unexpected question made Jung Heeyeon reflexively tighten his grip on the bedsheets. The white fabric crumpled softly beneath his pale fingers. What should I do? For a fleeting moment, he considered escaping the situation, but with his ankle firmly in Director Yeon’s grasp, running wasn’t an option.

“Hmm?”

Director Yeon’s large hand pressed gently against the swollen ankle. From the point where his warm touch landed, a faint ache radiated outward. For some reason, it felt as if warmth was pooling deep inside Jung Heeyeon’s stomach, making him bite down on the soft flesh of his inner cheek. This sensation felt unfamiliar, unlike the pain he was used to. His eyes darted around, but inevitably, his gaze returned to Director Yeon. It was unavoidable.

Jung Heeyeon hesitated, pulling his free leg slightly backward. But even with minimal movement, his heel quickly met the bedframe, as if to remind him there was no escape.

After a brief internal struggle, Jung Heeyeon finally nodded. Continuing to lie would only weigh on his conscience, and it seemed better to apologize to Director Yeon directly.

“…Director, I’m sorry.”

His voice was soft and fleeting, almost like a sigh, as if it might disappear at any moment. At the same time, a flush spread across his pale cheeks.

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes…”

“Why are you sorry for that?”

Director Yeon’s cool hand moved leisurely from his ankle to his calf, tracing the slender muscles. With each hiccup, Jung Heeyeon’s ankle twitched slightly in Director Yeon’s cold grasp. The cool sensation on his overheated skin made Jung Heeyeon’s toes curl instinctively.

“What did I do in your dream?” 

Director Yeon asked, his eyes narrowing in a playful smile. Jung Heeyeon couldn’t avoid his gaze and instead fidgeted, his foot twitching nervously. Despite the mischievous question, his long lashes trembled slightly, as though he was genuinely considering answering seriously.

“Director.”

“Yeah, Heeyeon.”

“I’m too embarrassed to say it.”

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

He thought Director Yeon wouldn’t let this slide, thus the light-hearted reply was unexpected.

Jung Heeyeon had thought Director Yeon would push the matter further, as he had in the bathroom. Blinking in surprise, he looked down at Director Yeon, who was idly touching his ankle. Unlike Jung Heeyeon, who had been consumed by guilt, Director Yeon appeared entirely unbothered.

Was it something he shouldn’t feel guilty about? Or was Director Yeon just used to this kind of thing? Various questions darted through Jung Heeyeon’s mind. As the guilt he felt toward Director Yeon receded, he began to feel a hint of indignation.

“Director, this is because of you…” 

He muttered honestly. Reflecting on it, Jung Heeyeon concluded that the inappropriate dream hadn’t been his fault—it was Director Yeon’s. After all, Director Yeon had given him a peck.

A delayed sense of disappointment came flooding in after the initial feelings of indignation. Jung Heeyeon had avoided even holding hands out of worry that he might dream something inappropriate again tonight. And yet, Director Yeon had been persistently asking troublesome questions, seemingly oblivious to his feelings. That was now extended to physical contact, like the way he was currently rubbing Jung Heeyeon’s ankle.

Although Director Yeon’s hand felt cool to the touch, warmth seemed to bloom in every spot he touched.

“It’s because of me?” 

Director Yeon let out a soft chuckle.

“Director… you gave me a peck.”

“Then, Heeyeon…”

Jung Heeyeon continued to hiccup as he looked down at Director Yeon. He was trying to speak seriously, but the hiccups kept interrupting him.

“Are you going to dream about me every time I give you a peck?”

The blunt question made Jung Heeyeon furrow his brows as he opened and closed his lips. Dreams were an unconscious phenomenon, not something he could control.

“What if another alpha did it?”

Before Jung Heeyeon could answer, Director Yeon posed another question.

“I’m not sure…”

His response to the first question came out delayed. This mistiming left room for misunderstanding, though Jung Heeyeon didn’t realize it.

“You should say no.” 

“…?”

Only after Director Yeon’s remark did Jung Heeyeon register the second question in his mind.

“Oh, I wouldn’t receive pecks with other alphas anyway… So, there’d be no reason to have dreams about them.”

The earnest response came quickly, prompting Director Yeon to release his grip on Jung Heeyeon’s ankle. If he held on any longer, he feared he might subconsciously apply too much pressure. Even with light force, Jung Heeyeon seemed fragile enough to break.

Although he tried to restrain his innate roughness, it became difficult every time Jung Heeyeon behaved this way. With a slightly crooked expression, Director Yeon tilted his head. Perhaps he needed to break Jung Heeyeon’s habit of being so soft and pliant around him.

It would be better—for both Jung Heeyeon and him. 

“Heeyeon.” 

“Yes?”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

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