DOTH Volume 2 Chapter 6.8

The meeting with Kang Seoui had taken longer than expected. As the man was closing the door lock, his hand suddenly stopped.

“…….”

The scent of pheromones filled the house. It was a rich floral fragrance he had grown somewhat accustomed to in recent days. Instead of reacting to the omega’s pheromones, Director Yeon idly wondered what kind of flower it was, then resumed walking as if nothing had happened. His movements remained composed and fluid, without a single moment of hesitation, even as he stepped inside and removed his shoes.

Slowly, he turned his gaze toward the room where Jung Heeyeon was. Unlike other alphas would, he didn’t lose control by the presence of an omega’s pheromones, but his patience and his alpha instincts were entirely separate matters. The veins on the back of his hand surfaced naturally as he removed his coat. Instead of immediately opening the door, the man reached for a suppressant, something he always kept on hand. After all, the one who would get hurt from rushing things wouldn’t be the alpha—it would be the omega.

The lingering scent of pheromones suddenly surged like a tidal wave, flooding the space in an instant. Since pheromones reflected their owner’s state, it meant Jung Heeyeon had instinctively sensed the presence of the alpha.

The scent was clumsy, far from anything refined or alluring—Jung Heeyeon clearly didn’t know how to control it. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t enough to stir Director Yeon.

“Haaa, damn it.”

The man cursed under his breath, running a hand through his tousled hair. His black coat slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. His steps, which had been heading toward the dressing room, changed course without hesitation. He chewed and swallowed the suppressant as he reached for the door handle.

“Di-, uh… Director….”

Jung Heeyeon lay on the bed, looking completely lost. His right hand gripped the bedsheet tightly, while his left hand was hidden between his legs. His actions were hesitant and inexperienced, as if he had never done masturbation before. His eyes, flushed beneath reddened eyelids, were damp with unshed tears.

“Heeyeon.”

Director Yeon slowly mouthed the name, his gaze devouring Jung Heeyeon. Jung Heeyeon, dazed, panted as he looked up at him. With every unsteady breath, his exposed fair shoulders flinched and trembled beneath the loose fabric of his slipping sleepwear. His flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips were undeniably sensual.

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