“It’s beautiful.”
He murmured the words aloud without even realizing it, though it wasn’t the first time he’d seen such a sight.
“Beautiful?”
“Uh…”
The voice behind him made him turn his head slightly. He immediately locked eyes with Director Yeon, who stood close by. The man’s arm stretched forward, taking the snow globe from Jung Heeyeon’s hands. Jung Heeyeon stood frozen, still in the position of holding up the globe, his gaze fixed on Director Yeon’s face—or more precisely, his lips.
“Why? Beautiful?”
Director Yeon tilted his head, his sharp features softened by the morning light. It was an ambiguous question—was he referring to the snow globe or himself? But Jung Heeyeon’s answer was simply the same as ever.
“Yes, Director, you’re beautiful.”
The innocent reply made Director Yeon’s lips curl into a slow smile. Jung Heeyeon was the only one who ever called him beautiful. And likely the only one who could. Though such a statement might seem impertinent to most alphas, Director Yeon didn’t find it offensive in the slightest.
The large hand that had taken the snow globe now wrapped gently around Jung Heeyeon’s side, turning him to face Director Yeon completely. The omega’s arms, previously lifted to hold the globe, now hung loosely by the sides.
“Heeyeon.”
“Yes?”
Director Yeon shifted his hand, brushing lightly past Jung Heeyeon’s elbow as he moved to place the snow globe behind him. Though the touch was no different from usual, it sent an odd sensation through Jung Heeyeon, making his fingers twitch. His gaze remained fixed on Director Yeon.
“…”
Their eyes locked—one looking up, the other looking down—caught in a silent exchange that lingered in the air.
“…”
If not for the faint clink of the snow globe being set down, the tension might have led to something else entirely.
“You keep staring at my lips, it’s making this director embarrassed.”
Director Yeon teased shamelessly, completely not sounding embarrassed.
“Ah…”
Caught red-handed, Jung Heeyeon was momentarily flustered. He opened his mouth slightly, unsure how to respond. His lips, already full, were still a little swollen from being bitten and kissed the night before. Though his fair face seemed calm, the redness of his lips betrayed him, making him appear less cold.
“…Director.”
He hesitated, wondering if he should honestly say what he was thinking, but he then called Director Yeon. Back when he lived confined within walls, he’d never had such thoughts to grapple with. Conversations with others were rare, and he had always simply responded with ’Yes’ to orders from Lee Yootae or Chairman Jung. Even with his doctor, their discussions were limited to the condition of his body.
Such a life had left him uncertain about if it was appropriate to speak his mind in honesty. Perhaps that was why he so freely called Director Yeon beautiful—it hadn’t occurred to him that people typically didn’t describe alphas that way. Jung Heeyeon was constantly learning from Director Yeon, and Director Yeon always allowed Jung Heeyeon to do and say whatever he wanted.
“If you have something to say, don’t hesitate. Just say it.”
Just like now.
Jung Heeyeon had a feeling he shouldn’t say what had just crossed his mind, but ultimately, he decided to be honest. Director Yeon’s gentleness was too overwhelming to resist.
“Director… you’re erotic.”
Director Yeon furrowed his brows slightly at the unexpected remark. A low sound escaped his lips, it’s hard to distinguish whether it’s a laugh or a sigh.
“Heeyeon.”
Director Yeon reached out to the omega who had so plainly called him ‘erotic’ with such an innocent face. His large hand lightly touched the nape of Jung Heeyeon’s neck, clad in his navy pajamas.
“You think I’m erotic?”
His fingers grazed the mark he’d left the night before as he drawled his words. Each time his fingers moved lazily, Jung Heeyeon’s pale body flinched ever so slightly.
“Yes? Yes.”
“So the baby does know how to say such things.”
Jung Heeyeon didn’t understand why Director Yeon was touching the nape of his neck. The man’s fingers wandered along the elegant curve from his neck to his shoulder, right above the collarbone. Every time the warmth of Director Yeon’s fingers brushed against his bare skin, Jung Heeyeon felt a faint, indescribable twinge—something unlike any pain he was used to nor he could describe. It was like heat radiating from every spot his fingers touched, much like the blush spreading across Jung Heeyeon’s face.
“I’m not a baby… I even had a kiss with you last night, Director…”
He mumbled, letting Director Yeon continue caressing his neck without the slightest trace of wariness.
”Yeah, indeed. Heeyeon, we kissed.”
“Can we do it again?”
At the innocent question, Director Yeon didn’t respond right away, instead gently stroking Jung Heeyeon’s neck. He couldn’t be sure, as it might get dangerous next time.
“Heeyeon.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t say things like that to anyone else.”
“Saying a person is erotic?”
“Yeah.”
Jung Heeyeon mulled over Director Yeon’s words. The reason he thought Director Yeon was erotic had been tied entirely to the kiss. The intensity of the gaze that locked onto him, the sound of his rough breathing—it had all felt so overwhelming that the word had slipped out. Only now did he wonder if it had been an inappropriate thing to say. But he couldn’t take it back. Still, one thing was certain, there would never be an occasion for him to kiss anyone else than Director Yeon.
“I don’t think I’ll ever kiss anyone else…”
“You don’t think?”
Director Yeon withdrew his hand from Jung Heeyeon’s neck. The slender curve of his neck bore the mark Director Yeon had left, vividly red against his pale skin. The contrast made the bruise look almost violent, though Jung Heeyeon wouldn’t be able to see it unless he looked in a mirror.
“Don’t say ‘I don’t think’. Say it with certainty, Heeyeon.”
“Yes, I’ll never kiss anyone else.”
How could he act so sweet and innocent? Director Yeon let out a small chuckle, lightly tapping Jung Heeyeon’s flushed cheek before stepping back. For now, he thought, Jung Heeyeon needed to change clothes—and cover that mark as well.
Walking to the wardrobe, Director Yeon opened the door and took out an outfit to hand to Jung Heeyeon. The once-empty closet was now packed with clothes.
“Do I wear this?”
“Yeah.”
Jung Heeyeon obediently accepted the clothing. It was a light beige turtleneck sweater, thick and loose-fitting, seemingly warm enough for the chilly weather. Jung Heeyeon found it a bit curious—Director Yeon had never personally chosen clothes for him before. But since he was used to wearing clothes picked out by others, he didn’t mind. Without hesitation, he began undoing the buttons of his pajamas.
“……”
Director Yeon silently watched him. He hadn’t expected Jung Heeyeon to take off his clothes so nonchalantly in front of him—an alpha, no less. It was as if removing his clothes in front of others was second nature, completely natural and unguarded.
The first thing that caught his eye was the pale nape of Jung Heeyeon’s neck, adorned with a red mark. It wasn’t just a faint kiss mark; it looked more like a bruise, evidence of how hard he had bitten there last night. As each button came undone, more of Jung Heeyeon’s fair skin was revealed. From the graceful lines of his collarbones, Director Yeon’s gaze traveled down to his small navel, a vertical line matching his overall delicate proportions.
He wasn’t one to indulge in voyeurism, Director Yeon thought, yet there he was, standing at an angle, quietly watching Jung Heeyeon shed his pajamas. Once all the buttons were undone, the navy fabric swayed gently around his pale frame. The outfit was barely hanging on, teasingly close to exposing his chest. Jung Heeyeon wriggled as he began to remove the sleeves, revealing unblemished shoulders. When the pajamas finally slid off, his slender figure was laid bare—lean but without a hint of excess weight.
His skin, as white and smooth as fresh snow, only made the few spots of color on his body stand out more vividly. The reddest parts on that small and fair body, those lips, those fingernails, and those nipples.
Whether Jung Heeyeon was aware of Director Yeon’s lingering gaze or not, he pulled the turtleneck over his head. It wasn’t a style he wore often, so the neckline brushing against his face made him wrinkle his nose slightly. The chilly air that had settled on his skin was replaced by the sweater’s soft warmth. Fully dressed, he looked up to see the man leaning casually against the wall, watching him.
“You’ve got static electricity.”
The large hands of the alpha came closer to fix Heeyeon’s disheveled hair.
“Heeyeon.”
As Director Yeon tidied his hair, his hand naturally slipped beneath the turtleneck, grazing Jung Heeyeon’s neck.
“Yes?”
Thanks to the sweater’s loose fit, it wasn’t difficult for his hand to brush against Jung Heeyeon’s bare skin. His fingers traced over the marks he had left the night before.
The man had intended to tell Jung Heeyeon not to undress so carelessly in front of others, but he stopped himself. He had a good guess as to why Jung Heeyeon behaved this way—it was likely because of Lee Yootae. While a Beta like Lee Yootae would never have gone into a rut just by looking at Jung Heeyeon, the thought of anyone else seeing what he’d just seen filled Director Yeon with instant displeasure.
He briefly recalled the man he’d dealt with the previous night. Lee Yootae was still breathing, but it was doubtful he’d continue functioning as a normal human being.
“You look pretty. The clothes suit you.”
Director Yeon said, smoothly changing the subject as he withdrew his hand.
“Yes. You look pretty too, Director.”
“Do I? I’m pretty?”
Director Yeon gave a faint smile, his fingers brushing over Jung Heeyeon’s round, slightly puffed cheek as he curled his lips into an easy grin. His relaxed expression hid his thoughts well.
Now that he thought about it, Lee Yootae’s eyes were still intact.
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