The dawn’s light poured directly onto the back of the man sitting on the edge of the bed.
It wasn’t Kim Chulwoo’s call that woke Director Yeon. It was Jung Heeyeon.
The innocent omega, true to his nature, tended to sleep straight and still. Just a few hours ago, Director Yeon had thought that since the bed was spacious and Jung Heeyeon had no odd sleeping habits, it’d be fine to let him into his bedroom. Little did he know that had been a naive assumption.
“Mmm…”
When Director Yeon lightly tapped his sleeping cheek, Jung Heeyeon let out a soft groan and rubbed his face against him. The man watching him narrowed his eyes in an instant.
Bringing Jung Heeyeon into his bed had simply been because of the omega’s nightmares. Having an alpha nearby would keep the nightmares at bay. Nightmares were a product of the subconscious, and the pheromones of an opposing trait could subdue an unsettled mind. Many thought pheromones were just sexual hormones, but he considered that a big misconception. Pheromones also provided psychological stability to those of opposing traits.
That’s why the man had made a rather impulsive suggestion, one that didn’t quite suit him.
“What am I going to do with this baby who has bad sleeping habits?”
He could’ve sworn he remembered the omega was sleeping peacefully.
Half-asleep and groggy, Director Yeon had scooped Jung Heeyeon up and laid him on his bed. True to his baby-like nature, Jung Heeyeon fell asleep almost instantly. It was the neat posture Director Yeon remembered—hands clasped tidily, gazing up at the ceiling.
After stepping out to the living room to handle Lee Yootae and washing up, more than an hour had passed. Confirming that the omega had taken over his bed, Director Yeon closed his eyes too. The problem came after that. At some point, Jung Heeyeon, who had been sleeping peacefully, burrowed into his arms, as if craving human warmth.
Director Yeon began to wonder just how long his patience could hold out.
Bzzz—
A short vibration sounded as his phone buzzed. With an impassive expression, he checked the photos that began arriving one after another. They were shots tracking Chairman Jung’s movements from the moment his entry into the country was confirmed at dawn. The final image he received was Chairman Jung’s back as he entered the house where Jung Heeyeon once lived.
Even while staring at that disgusting face, Director Yeon showed no flicker of emotion. He merely set the phone down with a bored look, as if it meant nothing. Chairman Jung had entered Korea, but it had nothing to do with Jung Heeyeon. Director Yeon had no intention of informing him about the old man’s arrival.
The omega sleeping in his bed only needed to enjoy coziness, just like right now.
Director Yeon lowered his gaze back to Jung Heeyeon. As he toyed with the peacefully closed eyelashes, the smooth forehead creased slightly. The man let out a soft chuckle and brushed the hair falling over Jung Heeyeon’s forehead.
“…”
At some point, his hand stilled. Looking down at the clear, tranquil face in sleep, he murmured as if his words were scattering into the air.
“There’s no way this is just some sense of kinship.”
Soon after, the man’s lips gently pressed against the softly closed eyelids.
“You should only see good things, baby.”
His tender voice rustled like a sigh.
***
“Uh…”
Jung Heeyeon barely swallowed the words that nearly slipped out between his parted lips. He had no idea why he was nestled in Director Yeon’s arms. Truthfully, more than the fact that he’d fallen asleep in his embrace, it was the sight of the sleeping man’s face that startled him so much his heart pounded. Though they’d been sleeping in Director Yeon’s bed together for the past few days, this was the first time he’d seen the man’s sleeping face.
Unlike Jung Heeyeon, whose routine within the walls dictated a fixed sleep and wake schedule, Director Yeon’s sleep cycle was erratic. One thing was certain: he went to bed later than Jung Heeyeon and woke up earlier. With such different lifestyles, it was only natural Jung Heeyeon had never seen his sleeping face before.
“…”
Jung Heeyeon cautiously held his breath as he quietly observed the sleeping face. Even in his most defenseless state, there was something unshakably firm about his expression. Unlike the tousled hair, Director Yeon’s sharp nose and firmly closed lips made him look like a sturdy still-life painting. Perhaps it was the scars etched into his delicate skin that gave that impression.
Why wasn’t he waking up? He’d seemed a bit tired the past few days. Jung Heeyeon lowered his gaze, wondering if his own sleeping habits might be wearing Director Yeon out. As he mulled it over seriously, a faint shadow of worry settled over his pale face.
From what Jung Heeyeon knew, he didn’t have any particular sleeping habits. Since coming to Director Yeon’s house, he’d occasionally fallen asleep by the window, but aside from that, he usually slept neatly on the bed. He rarely strayed far from where he first lay down. If he had to pinpoint a quirk, it was that he slept with both hands resting gently on his stomach.
Carefully lifting his gaze, he saw Director Yeon’s face. If he tilted his head just slightly, their lips would be close enough to touch.
“I…”
Jung Heeyeon almost muttered to himself but quickly shut his mouth. Given that he was currently nestled in Director Yeon’s arms, maybe he did have some bad sleeping habits after all. It didn’t seem like Director Yeon had pulled him close. If the man had touched him while he slept, Jung Heeyeon would surely have noticed.
His sleep was usually light, as there were times when the butler would wake him in the middle of the night or at dawn. If Director Yeon had laid a hand on him, he’d have woken up immediately. Moreover, there was the fact that the position of the lighting had changed from when he’d first laid down. That meant he must have crawled into Director Yeon’s arms himself.
Was he keeping the man from sleeping well? Should he get up now? A flood of stray thoughts rushed in, but in the end, Jung Heeyeon chose to burrow a little deeper into the man’s embrace.
Director Yeon had never told him not to, so it was probably fine. As he nestled into his broad chest, the faint scent of Director Yeon’s pheromones and warm body heat enveloped him, making him feel cozy. Pressing his body closer, he suddenly felt something brush against his thigh.
“…?”
He glanced down, but the blanket covered everything, and nothing was visible. It felt a bit uncomfortable, so Jung Heeyeon slightly straightened his bent leg. Again, something hard grazed his thigh. What was that? Should he lift the blanket to check? He hesitated.
For some reason, it seemed to have gotten bigger than when it first touched him. When he shifted his thigh again, he felt a heat slightly warmer than the man’s body temperature. It might’ve been his imagination, but the thing also seemed to twitch.
Just as he reached out his hand to identify the mysterious object, his wrist was unexpectedly grabbed. A voice, slightly lower than usual, dropped down from above his head.
“Heeyeon, are you doing this on purpose?”
Startled by the sleepy, slightly sluggish tone, Jung Heeyeon snapped his head up. Director Yeon was looking at him, one eye squinted. There was a vague hint of discomfort curled at the corner of his slanted mouth.
“Director, are you awake?”
“Yeah, this Director is awake.”
The man pulled Jung Heeyeon’s captured wrist up, pressing a brief kiss to his palm as he answered. Releasing his wrist, Director Yeon immediately brought his body up.
“Director, I think there’s something under the blanket.”
The man sitting on the edge of the bed brushed back his fallen hair and narrowed his eyes at the omega’s innocent words. His eyebrows furrowed slightly along with his gaze before taking on a calculating glint. Jung Heeyeon sat up, following Director Yeon’s movement, and reached out. But as the man pulled him closer, the hand that had been about to lift the blanket lost its purpose.
“Haaaa… They do say a person who doesn’t know anything is even scarier.”
Director Yeon muttered to himself, pressing his forehead against Jung Heeyeon’s nape. His arms tightened around the small body almost instinctively.
“Heeyeon, do you like sleeping with me?”
“Pardon? Yes, I like it.”
Jung Heeyeon nodded obediently, wondering why Director Yeon was acting this way. After some time passed, the breath that had clung to his nape drifted away.
“Director.”
“Yeah, Heeyeon.”
It was the usual Director Yeon. Jung Heeyeon fiddled with the man’s long fingers wrapped around his waist. As his lips opened, Director Yeon’s gaze followed.
“Perhaps… Did I cling to you in my sleep?”
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