DOTH Volume 2 Chapter 7.1

Jung Heeyeon felt the gentle sunlight pouring over his hair. As he sensed a touch disturbing that warmth, he slowly lifted his eyelids. Before him was a man gazing at him, one eyebrow slightly raised. The man’s indifferent expression soon softened into a faint, slanted smile.

“…Director?”

For some reason, his voice came out softly.

With his hazy mind, Jung Heeyeon wondered why Director Yeon was lying beside him.

After blinking a few times, an unfamiliar scene filled his vision. At the same time, he realized that his head was resting on someone else’s arm. Before his still-sluggish mind could fully grasp the situation, a single thought crossed his mind. Should he get up? As he hesitated, parting his lips slightly, a hand reached out and gently brushed over his flushed eyes.

“Yeah, Heeyeon.”

His name was called with such affection. Jung Heeyeon glanced once at Director Yeon’s face and once at the man’s broad chest before slowly wriggling closer into his embrace. As he peeked up cautiously, the man let out a quiet chuckle, propping himself up on one elbow to pull him in a little more.

Burying his face into the man’s broad chest, Jung Heeyeon inhaled deeply. The pheromone scent seeped into him like the crisp air of midwinter. It was an unfamiliar scent, one he did not recognize. If he had lived outside rather than within the walls, he might have known the name of this scent. To ease his faint disappointment, he pressed himself closer and took another breath. He could feel the subtle movement of the man’s body.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. What about you, Director?”

Instead of answering, Director Yeon simply smiled at an angle. His hand, still tangled in Jung Heeyeon’s hair, remained gentle.

“Your fever has gone down.”

“Fever?”

“Maybe because your heat cycle ended.”

“Oh….”

Only then did Jung Heeyeon fully realize that he had gone through a heat cycle. Kim Jiwon and Lee Haejin had both spoken to him about the heat cycle numerous times, but he hadn’t expected it to arrive so suddenly. Memories of himself clinging to Director Yeon resurfaced, but instead of blushing with embarrassment, he spoke with his usual calm demeanor. Being so tightly embraced, he had to tilt his head back slightly to look up at the man.

“It was my first time experiencing a heat.”

“Mmhm. It was, wasn’t it?”

Even though he already knew, Director Yeon still responded to match Jung Heeyeon’s words. He then pressed a light kiss to the flushed corner of the omega’s eye. He had thought Jung Heeyeon might run away once he woke up.

It had been his first heat, and he had also experienced overt sexual contact for the first time. Yet instead of being embarrassed, the omega in his hold remained as composed as ever, not looking any different from usual.

Maybe Jung Heeyeon didn’t think much of the sensual physical touch because he had been raised to believe that spreading his legs for an alpha was only natural. The thought of the mental abuse Jung Heeyeon had endured made Director Yeon feel a surge of displeasure. But still, the omega staying still in his embrace was better than him trying to run away.

“I want to give you a peck too.”

Jung Heeyeon, who had instinctively closed his eyes when Director Yeon leaned his lips closer, fidgeted as he lifted his head a little higher. Since he was still resting on the man’s arm, his body was completely encircled, his head on the man’s chest. With their height difference, he had to move up if he wanted to give him a peck properly. The problem was that his body wasn’t moving as easily as he expected.

“Uh….”

The man, who had been watching him with a lazy smile, suddenly let out a small laugh before easily wrapping an arm around Jung Heeyeon’s waist, pulling him up. In an instant, his view shifted, and he found himself sprawled atop Director Yeon’s body. Jung Heeyeon blinked in surprise. He wasn’t a puppy, so was it really okay to be lying directly on top of the director like this?

Just as he was debating whether he should climb back down, the man who had lifted him up merely smiled with his eyes slightly crinkled. That was when Jung Heeyeon finally thought that this was fine. Relaxing, he let his body settle against the other. Unlike before, Director Yeon’s face was now right beneath him.

Placing his hands on the man’s chest for support, Jung Heeyeon leaned down and pressed a peck kiss to his cheek, making a small smacking sound.

“Heeyeon, do you like giving pecks?”

“Yes. I do.”

The omega answered obediently. After a brief pause, as if contemplating something, he hesitantly parted his lips again.

“Director, can I touch you?”

Director Yeon immediately understood what Jung Heeyeon wanted to touch.

“If you want to touch, then go ahead.”

Jung Heeyeon’s pale, delicate fingers carefully traced over the scar on the man’s eyelid. Director Yeon didn’t even blink, simply watching the omega intently. The silence between them was as warm as the winter sunlight.

“Director, you look beautiful even from above.”

Director Yeon let out another quiet chuckle. Every time those soft lips called him beautiful, he couldn’t help but find it ridiculous. Objectively speaking, the truly beautiful one was Jung Heeyeon, not Yeon Woobeom. But he feigned innocence, playing along with amusement.

“Then keep adoring me from now on.”

“Pardon? Yes, alright.”

Jung Heeyeon frowned slightly, wondering why he was stating something so obvious. Lying on top of Director Yeon and trying to reach him properly was proving uncomfortable. As if sensing his struggle, the arms wrapped around his waist slid lower, settling beneath his hips. In one smooth motion, Director Yeon lifted Jung Heeyeon as he rose up himself, adjusting their positions so that the smaller man ended up seated on his thigh.

Jung Heeyeon, having grown accustomed to being held like a child by Director Yeon, didn’t seem flustered this time. Instead, he responded naturally, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Then will you adore me more too, Director?”

“I think I even did that plenty yesterday.”

The hands resting around his waist slipped beneath the thin fabric of his sleepwear, slowly brushing over bare skin. Jung Heeyeon instinctively lowered his gaze. Through the gap in his sleepwear, he caught sight of faint bite marks and red marks scattered across his skin.

“Oh, these….”

They were the kiss marks left behind from ‘being adored’. Unlike Director Yeon’s expectation that he would agree without much thought, Jung Heeyeon merely toyed with the hem of his sleepwear instead of responding. His unexpected reaction made Director Yeon narrow his eyes slightly as he studied the clear, expressionless face resting against him. The alpha’s sharp gaze thinned.

He instinctively read Jung Heeyeon’s pheromones. A faint gardenia scent drifted in the air—so subtle that, if masked by Director Yeon’s pheromones, no other alpha would even notice it. The lighter scent of his pheromones, unlike yesterday, was proof that his heat had ended. But the baby’s reaction was strange. His body temperature was still slightly elevated, and that bothered Director Yeon.

Just as the man was about to ask if he felt unwell, Jung Heeyeon finally spoke—his words coming out slowly.

“Then, why didn’t you do it?”

“Didn’t do what?”

Director Yeon asked further, even though he already knew exactly what had been left unspoken. His gaze remained fixed on Jung Heeyeon, waiting.

“I asked you to put it in….”

Jung Heeyeon murmured, trying to recall the details. In truth, his memories were hazy. Everything was blurred by tears, whimpers, and desperate pleas. But one thing remained clear, Director Yeon had refused him. The momentary harmony had made him forget, but now the lingering disappointment surged back. He bit his lip lightly.

The butler had always told him that it was natural for an alpha to desire an omega. Even if that was false information, the reliable Lee Haejin had also said that wanting to sleep with someone was a natural part of liking them. Yet, it seemed neither case applied to him when it came to Director Yeon, which made him feel upset.

“Heeyeon, were you upset?”

Director Yeon stroked his pale cheek, drawing out his words as if soothing him.

“Yes. I asked you to put your cock inside, but Director, you said no.”

His lips, which had only ever properly wrapped around a tongue, now spoke the word cock so nonchalantly that Director Yeon let out a short, exasperated laugh, pressing his forehead against Jung Heeyeon’s shoulder. Even though he had taken a suppressant as soon as he woke up, the veins on the back of his hand, wrapped around that slender waist, still stood out. He had to put in real effort to keep his grip gentle.

“Don’t use words like that in front of other people.”

However, it’s not like he would ever have this kind of conversation with anyone else. Though Jung Heeyeon found the request strange, he still nodded.

“And Heeyeon.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t do it because I was afraid you’d get hurt.”

“But I’m okay with getting hurt. I was told that I have to endure it anyway.”

The lazy warmth lingering on Director Yeon’s face vanished instantly.

“It’s not okay. If only one person enjoys it, that’s assault. Even if you can receive better during a heat, an alpha can still be rough and hurt you. And Heeyeon, you want me to adore you.”

“Yes.”

“Hurting you isn’t adoring you.”

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