DOTH Volume 3 Chapter 10.3

“Does it hurt?”

Director Yeon furrowed his brow when he saw the omega fiddling with his wrist. After handing the gun back to Sim Soocheon, he lifted the arm that had been around Jung Heeyeon’s waist and gently rubbed the slender wrist. That wrist had been gripped many times the night before as their bodies stayed tangled into the early hours. He had tried to be gentle, but it must’ve still hurt.

“Oh, it’s not because it hurts.”

Hearing the soft reply, Director Yeon seemed to realize the real reason and relaxed his expression.

“Hmm, you weren’t caressing it because it hurts?”

“Yes, I’m alright.”

Even with that assurance, his hand didn’t move away. His slow, gentle strokes made Jung Heeyeon fidget, fingers twitching from the ticklish sensation. A quiet chuckle fell from above his head.

As soon as they got into the car, the salty scent of the sea disappeared. Jung Heeyeon stared out the window at the receding blue waves. Maybe it was due to the weather, but the  color of the sea looked a little different from the last time he saw it in Busan. The color had changed, but the way the waves danced was just as beautiful. A sight he never would have seen inside the compound walls.

Maybe, if things went as Chairman Jung had wanted, he could’ve seen it when he would marry a dominant alpha after turning twenty. However, now, imagining anyone else sitting beside him, instead of Director Yeon, was impossible. Jung Heeyeon turned his gaze toward the man. At that moment, the sea completely vanished from view.

Director Yeon was holding a tablet with one hand, staring intently at the screen. His eyes were half-lowered and his lips sealed in a cold line, casting an icy mood. Not wanting to interrupt, Jung Heeyeon held his breath and quietly observed him. As he did, his eyes were drawn once more to the hand holding the tablet.

That large hand held the sizable device with ease. The veins running beneath the skin, connecting to knuckles and fingers, made a strong impression. A silver bracelet watch strap was firmly wrapped around the wrist of that large hand. Beneath the cool metallic bezel, the navy blue face of the watch glinted sharply, adding to the chill.

“Heeyeon. What are you so curious about?”

Director Yeon lowered the tablet and gave a slanted smile. Having spent his life crawling at the bottom of society, he was unusually sensitive to others’ presence. Jung Heeyeon wasn’t some thug stealthily creeping in to stab him—he was soft and gentle, and yet there was no way Director Yeon wouldn’t notice his gaze.

He had wondered how long the omega would hold his breath like a thief and keep staring like he was stealing a glance. It was cute, so he let him be. But he hadn’t expected the object of attention to be just a watch.

“That’s not it…”

“Mm, that’s not it?”

Jung Heeyeon trailed off. It felt like he had gone back to the first time he wore Director Yeon’s cardigan. The way it made him feel calm and safe had led him to wonder if he had some strange tendencies. He’d even talked to Kim Jiwon about it. He hadn’t been able to come to an answer on his own, so he’d asked the doctor honestly, and this moment felt exactly like that.

Jung Heeyeon glanced at the divider separating the front seat from the back before speaking up.

“I was looking at your wrist, Director.”

“My wrist?”

“Yes. I think your wrist is sexy.”

Director Yeon’s brow creased faintly at the unexpected answer. Then, once he understood what the omega meant, he chuckled softly. He’d assumed Jung Heeyeon had been staring at the watch, but he hadn’t expected it to be his wrist. He also hadn’t expected to hear the word ’sexy’ from his very young lover’s lips like that.

It wasn’t the first time Jung Heeyeon had called him sexy, but hearing it so plainly, like an evaluation of his body, gave him an odd feeling.

“Do I have a strange fixation? Please be honest with me.”

“What’s so strange about finding your lover sexy?”

Director Yeon smiled faintly and reached out to grab Jung Heeyeon’s hand, which had been resting quietly. The smaller hand fidgeted a little in his grip as he interlaced their fingers. Then, deliberately, he turned his wrist for Jung Heeyeon to observe.

“I noticed back in the container too, something about how this part connects here, it gave me a strange feeling.”

Jung Heeyeon traced Director Yeon’s wrist with his thumb. His soft pink nail grazed over the thick wrist, brushing over the watch and onto the suit.

Director Yeon lowered his gaze, finding himself watching the delicate sweep of Jung Heeyeon’s downward long lashes as the omega observed his wrist. A breath caught in his throat, barely audible. Jung Heeyeon had said it gave him a ‘strange feeling’ only because he didn’t know a better word. But to Director Yeon, it was as good as saying he got turned on just looking at his wrist. The word ‘sexy’ here clearly had a sensual meaning.

The boy could say crude words about penis without hesitation, but apparently didn’t know expressions like ‘turned on’.

“Heeyeon.”

The boy’s small hand, compared to the man’s, kept stroking the skin between the watch and the suit sleeve. His lover, who’d just called his wrist sexy, was now doing something even more provocative. The fact that he was doing it without any self-awareness only made it worse.

“Not knowing what you’re doing makes it worse.”

“Pardon? Did I do something bad? Did I say something wrong?”

Jung Heeyeon looked at him innocently, and Director Yeon smiled at the sight. There was no need to explain in words. These were the kinds of things you taught with experience.

“This watch. Do you want to try it on?”

As if on cue, Jung Heeyeon’s pale finger was already toying with the cool bezel.

“Yes. I want to try it.”

With practiced ease, Director Yeon unclasped the watch. The soft clink of metal echoed through the quiet, smoothly moving car.

He gently took Jung Heeyeon’s wrist and began fastening the watch himself, deliberately moving slowly, even though it was a simple task he could do even with his eyes closed.

The tender and slow touch on the wrist made Jung Heeyeon fidget with his fingers for no reason.

The watch, still faintly warm from being on Director Yeon’s skin just moments ago, didn’t feel as cold as it looked. When the clasp finally clicked shut, the man withdrew his hand.

“It’s really loose on me. I think it might fall off…”

Jung Heeyeon lifted his arm and murmured. He had expected the size difference, as it was a watch that fit Director Yeon perfectly, but he hadn’t expected it to be this loose. It slipped down his wrist and settled halfway down his forearm. Somehow, it didn’t look quite the same as when it was on Director Yeon’s wrist.

“How pretty.”

Director Yeon chuckled, not at Jung Heeyeon’s wrist but at the sight of the watch hanging awkwardly from his forearm. Since it had been sized to fit the man, it barely stayed on Jung Heeyeon unless his arm was lifted. The watch was too big for Jung Heeyeon to serve its proper function, but still, the fact that his young lover was wearing something of his pleased him immensely.

“I’ll buy you one that fits.”

The thought of strapping a watch to Jung Heeyeon’s wrist didn’t seem like a bad idea. Since he couldn’t imprint him yet, this would have to do to satisfy his possessiveness.

“Pardon? You don’t have to buy one. I only wanted to try it because it’s yours.”

“Mhmm. You wanted to wear it because it’s mine?”

“Yes. I don’t care about other watches…”

“You always say the sweetest things.”

He wanted to keep seeing something of his wrapped around Jung Heeyeon’s wrist, but clearly that wouldn’t be practical. He could adjust the clasp, but it was still too large for such a delicate wrist.

Director Yeon took a step back. Since his lover was wearing his clothes, it wasn’t all that difficult to suppress his desire. Jung Heeyeon still treated his cardigan like a security blanket. Though the omega hadn’t worn it out since the day Director Yeon had openly drenched him in pheromones, he still made a habit of wearing it around the house. It had clearly become second nature, and the man had no intention of breaking him of the habit.

“I’ll buy you one. Just in case you ever need it.”

“I will need it?”

“You’ll see.”

Director Yeon smiled softly, hiding the truth behind his narrowed eyes.

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