Jung Heeyeon wasn’t at an age where he needed someone else’s embrace, and the thought belatedly made him feel a bit embarrassed. His eyelashes fluttered downward.
“I thought you clung to me because you’re still a baby. You didn’t know?”
At the coaxing tone, Jung Heeyeon floundered, unsure how to respond. It seemed he really had burrowed into Director Yeon’s arms. Even though he’d half-expected it, hearing Director Yeon’s teasing tone towards him made his face flush uncontrollably. At the low chuckle, Jung Heeyeon fidgeted with his fingers out of habit.
“I’ve never done that before…”
Since he’d always slept alone until now, it was only natural he’d never burrowed into someone else’s arms. Jung Heeyeon hesitated, wondering if he should apologize, before cautiously opening his mouth.
“Director, did you dislike it?”
“I just thought maybe you have some sleeping habits because you’re a baby.”
Director Yeon placed a hand on the cheek he had pulled closer, gently rubbing the soft, docile eyes. It wasn’t that he disliked it—more that it put him in a bind. Having his sleep shortened by work was one thing, but having it disrupted by an omega burrowing into his arms was an entirely different issue. Still, he couldn’t push away Jung Heeyeon, who was breathing softly in his embrace. Nor did he want to.
Of course, if mornings like today kept repeating, it would become a problem.
Director Yeon recalled what had happened just minutes ago. Exhausted from days of barely no sleep, he’d only managed to doze off in the morning. He’d grown somewhat accustomed to Jung Heeyeon’s presence in his arms and the unconscious trickle of omega pheromones, which made it possible.
What had jolted him awake was the provoking sensation he felt on his upper thigh—or rather, something more than just his thigh. Grabbing Jung Heeyeon’s wrist had been almost reflexive. He only fully grasped the situation afterward.
“I’m going to keep sleeping with you in the future, Director…”
Whether he knew of Director Yeon’s predicament or not, Jung Heeyeon only uttered innocent words. His face showed no hint of understanding what the alpha in front of him might be thinking.
“Mmm, you’re going to keep sleeping with me?”
The seasoned alpha easily hid the thoughts swirling in his mind. The cheek against his palm was, as always, soft and warm.
“Yes. But if you feel uncomfortable…”
Jung Heeyeon let his words trail off. His pale, slender fingers fidgeted busily, as if tense at the prospect of being told to leave the man’s side. His faintly pink nails kept ducking under other fingers, then peeking out again.
“It’s alright. I’m the one who asked you to sleep together.”
“I didn’t know I’d cling to you in my sleep. I didn’t even realize it myself until now, but it seems I like another person’s warmth.”
“Another person?”
The gentle curve of Director Yeon’s eyes narrowed in an instant.
“Heeyeon, do you think you’d like other people’s warmth too?”
“Pardom? No. I like your warmth because I’m sleeping with you… I only like you, Director.”
“Good boy.”
Director Yeon gave Jung Heeyeon’s lips a quick peck before standing up. Just then, the phone on the side table buzzed with a vibration. The man walked toward it.
Jung Heeyeon lowered his feet to the floor and stared intently at Director Yeon’s back. Then, with a puzzled expression, he tilted his head slightly.
The man with his back turned was dressed casually in a short-sleeved T-shirt and training sweatpants. Jung Heeyeon was certain he’d felt something hard poking his thigh earlier, but no matter how he looked, there didn’t seem to be anything in Director Yeon’s pockets.
There wasn’t anything under the blanket either… so what was it? The trivial worry vanished the moment Director Yeon turned around.
“Heeyeon.”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to ride a helicopter?”
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Jung Heeyeon gulped down water noisily. He liked looking down from high places, but the noise and shaking made his head spin.
“We’ll take it slow when we go to Seoul.”
Director Yeon said, holding the water bottle to Jung Heeyeon’s lips and patting his back soothingly.
“Yes. I’m fine. But, Director…”
“Yeah?”
“Where are we?”
The place they’d arrived at by helicopter was unfamiliar. The buildings had flashed by too quickly to make out any clear scenery, but it was undoubtedly an unfamiliar location.
“You must not remember since you saw it at night. This is where we first met.”
At the unexpected answer, Jung Heeyeon’s lips parted with an, “Ah.” He vaguely recalled it was Busan.
“Then can we see the sea?”
“Yeah, it’s over there.”
Director Yeon nodded toward outside the window with a tilt of his head. Jung Heeyeon finally turned to look. They’d gotten straight into a car after stepping off the helicopter, and he’d been so focused on Director Yeon that he hadn’t thought to glance outside. The sea in daylight felt like an entirely different entity from the one he’d seen at night long ago.
Instead of dark waves, he saw white foam rising, and instead of floating lights, he saw the shimmering ripples of sunlight.
“It’s pretty. This is my first time seeing the sea during the day.”
“Hmmm, is that so? Then our Heeyeon can look as much as you want.”
Director Yeon’s gaze wasn’t on the sea stretching along the road but on the small back of Jung Heeyeon’s head. As expected, it seemed he’d completely forgotten the memories from the accident.
No matter how young he had been, it was hard to believe he could forget nearly drowning in the sea. But seeing as he didn’t even remember anything about the sea itself, the shock from that time must have been immense.
The thought of the old man who had caused Jung Heeyeon to end up like this soured Director Yeon’s mood in an instant. The corner of his slanted mouth sharpened into a cold, refined sneer.
After driving for some time, the car came to a smooth stop at their destination. Alphas from Jiwoo, who had arrived earlier, were waiting in front of a container. These were goods that should’ve fallen into the man’s hands long ago instead of Jung Heeyeon—items that had been laundered twice.
Stepping out of the car, Director Yeon turned to the omega who followed him onto the ground and asked.
“Heeyeon, want to go inside and take a look?”
Jung Heeyeon’s gentle gaze shifted toward the massive iron structure. The team leaders he was familiar with were opening the tightly shut doors. He now knew the object was called a container, not a hutch, but he didn’t feel like going in. It seemed like it might dredge up memories of being punished.
“What is contained inside?”
“Guns.”
“Guns?”
“Yeah. Or do you prefer staying out here and looking at the sea?”
The rusty smell of metal rode the fishy sea breeze and clung to his skin. Jung Heeyeon, unusually, declined Director Yeon’s first suggestion.
“Then I’ll stay here and look at the sea.”
“Alright. You can hang out with Team Leader Shim Soocheon.”
Director Yeon tilted his head to call Shim Soocheon over. A man, who was supposed to follow him into the container, quickly jogged up. Judging by the excitement already brimming in his expression, he seemed to have guessed what task he’d be given.
“Watch over the baby.”
“Yes, sir. Understood.”
Leaving Jung Heeyeon with Shim Soocheon, Director Yeon stepped into the container. Before the sound of boots crushing metal could even echo, the firearms filling the space came into view. Kim Chulwoo approached and began his report.
“We finished checking them as soon as they came this early morning.”
Stepping inside the container, a chilling resonance greeted him—a sound that stirred unpleasant memories. Yet, his cold expression showed not a single crack.
“What about the code?”
“We’ll need to check after moving it to Incheon, but there’s no sign the container’s been tampered with.”
Finishing his statement, Kim Chulwoo lowered his voice further to report additional details. Director Yeon’s eyes, fixed on the guns, grew increasingly dark and heavy.
“We also identified the tail following us. It looked like they were taking pictures. Should we just leave them be?”
The goods had already entered Korea, but they were, after all, illegally traded firearms. Still, the reason he’d come to check them in broad daylight was to lure the tail into sticking around.
“If I knew they would be taking pictures, I would have dressed up nicely.”
It wasn’t the kind of comment one would expect from someone who had knowingly come to Busan in the middle of the day, fully aware they’d be photographed. The tail from the Sunha Group had likely snapped shots of him entering the container. It wasn’t hard to guess what route those photos would take or whose hands they’d end up in.
“I’m really curious what kind of exhibition they’ll hold over a few pictures.”
Turning away, Director Yeon issued a few more orders.
“Move the goods to Incheon for now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What about Chief Nam?”
“She said to tell you she ran her ass off and asked if you’re satisfied.”
Hearing Nam Soohyun’s dull joke, Director Yeon frowned slightly.
“Chief Nam is making some pretty tasteless jokes.”
“We’ll confirm everything first and then contact Chief Nam’s side.”
“Alright.”
“Should I prepare the helicopter?”
“We’ll go by car. Secretary Kim Chulwoo, you can take the helicopter if you want.”
“No, sir. I’ll get everything ready for you to head out right away.”
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