DOTH Volume 4 Chapter 13.3

‘Director, you’re the one who asked if there was a way. As a doctor, I’ll explain it to you, so listen. Right now, Heeyeon-ssi’s pheromones are unstable because that incident pushed him to the brink of pheromone shock. His body is having a hard time tolerating an unfamiliar alpha’s pheromones forcibly injected into his system. But if you imprint him now, he’ll only respond to your pheromones, and that will actually help stabilize his pheromone levels. Because your pheromones will overwhelm and eliminate the lingering other alpha pheromones in his system.‘

‘Eliminate them?’

‘It might sound strange to express it as ‘eliminate,’ but to people with traits, pheromones are practically living organisms. If Heeyeon-ssi can no longer sense other alpha pheromones, and your pheromones erase what remains of Chairman Jung’s, his condition should stabilize naturally.’

Kim Jiwon emphasized once more.

’Like I said earlier, the reason why it’s dangerous to imprint on someone with unstable pheromones is because most people can’t even control their own. The reason I didn’t explain this fully to you before was because of the risk of imprinting failure. But right now, even with that risk, I think it’s worth trying. A failed imprinting isn’t more dangerous than a pheromone shock.‘

Director Yeon lifted his hand that had been stroking the glass and tilted the remaining liquor down his throat.

The feeling that had risen up inside him upon hearing those words, perhaps it was a crude satisfaction. The crude satisfaction of knowing that he could imprint on Jung Heeyeon without hesitation, that he was the only Alpha who could imprint on Jung Heeyeon.

If he imprinted on the omega who told him he was beautiful, then that omega would no longer be able to sense the pheromones of any other alpha. Imprinting was a word sweet enough to satisfy both the possessiveness and monopolistic desire innate to an alpha.

“Ha…”

And yet, Director Yeon hesitated. And it was all because of Jung Heeyeon. If he imprinted on the omega, Jung Heeyeon would never be able to be with another alpha. The thought of letting him go hadn’t crossed his mind even once, and yet he laughed at himself for this pointless fantasy. Maybe it was just hypocrisy disguised as concern. Maybe he was only pretending to be considerate, afraid that the omega lying on his bed might run away if he acted without gentleness.

The man, now having emptied his glass completely, slowly rose to his feet. After all, no matter how long he agonized over it, there was only ever one path he was going to choose.

Contrary to what Director Yeon expected, the bedroom light was on. Jung Heeyeon was not asleep.

“Heeyeon, you’re awake?”

“Yes. It seems like I’m awake because I’ve been sleeping through the day lately.”

“Come here.”

As Director Yeon sat back against the bed’s headboard, Jung Heeyeon naturally crept over and nestled into him, as if it were the most obvious thing to do. Director Yeon held the body now wrapped in his arms and began checking from the ankles up.

“How’s your ankle?”

“It’s fine. Doctor Kim Jiwon said it looked okay too… I can walk just fine now.”

“Hmmm, you’re walking well now?”

“Yes. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Director Yeon cupped Jung Heeyeon’s jaw and gently turned it to the side. Though less severe than the bruises around the neck, the faint bluish marks still lingered on the pale cheek. His brows involuntarily knitted together.

Sensing Director Yeon’s cautious demeanor, Jung Heeyeon straightened his head. As the man had only been lightly holding him without applying pressure, the fingers naturally touched the side of Jung Heeyeon’s cheek.

“It doesn’t hurt if you touch it.”

Jung Heeyeon stared straight into Director Yeon’s eyes as he spoke. The bruise still hadn’t faded, but his cheek itself was fine now. Jung Heeyeon stared straight at Director Yeon as he spoke. The bruises hadn’t faded yet, but his cheeks themselves were fine now. His neck still hurt, but it was only a surface-level sting, his throat itself wasn’t in pain. Jung Heeyeon understood why Director Yeon was treating him so carefully, almost like handling a porcelain doll. But in Jung Heeyeon’s own eyes, he believed himself to be quite sturdy.

“Is the bruise unsightly?”

He asked, fiddling with Director Yeon’s sleeve. The man narrowed his eyes.

“Who said it’s unsightly.”

“But you’re not touching me.”

“Because I thought it might hurt.”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Jung Heeyeon said again what he’d been repeating over the past few days. He wriggled his fingers a bit more, then glanced up at Director Yeon with quiet insistence.

“I want to kiss you too, Director…”

The arms wrapped around his waist gave a sudden twitch.

“Yeah? You want to kiss?”

Director Yeon let out a soft chuckle and pressed his forehead against Jung Heeyeon’s shoulder. His grip tightened naturally around the small body in his arms. Raising his head, Director Yeon pressed his lips just beneath Jung Heeyeon’s ear, then looked into the innocent face and asked with sly honesty.

“Heeyeon.”

“Yes?”

“Should we imprint?”

The alpha’s gaze was fixed solely on the omega in his arms. His eyes were fierce and relentless, like a predator, muscles taut, alert for any unexpected reaction from its prey. What if Jung Heeyeon said no… Director Yeon’s straight eyebrows began to twitch into an impatient line and his cheek stiffened as if in a spasm.

“Yes.”

Jung Heeyeon answered before the alpha’s nerves could even sharpen.

“If we imprint, you’ll only be able to sense my pheromones.”

Director Yeon’s innate desire, barely restrained until now, rose to the surface as he smiled at the obedient reply.

“Yes, I know. But I only want you anyway, so it’s alright.”

“Hmmm, is that so?”

“Yes. I want to be imprinted to you too, Director…”

Director Yeon’s lips curled into a silent smile. His lover was still unfamiliar with how to control pheromones. Thus it might be difficult for him to imprint right away on the man, but if he wanted to, Director Yeon was willing to offer his neck without hesitation.

“Once we imprint, your unstable pheromones should calm down a bit.”

“Yes… But even if that wasn’t the reason, I’d still want to be imprinted to you, Director.”

Jung Heeyeon paused, carefully choosing his words. He was worried Director Yeon might misunderstand his reason for imprinting. He already knew, from what Kim Jiwon had explained, that imprinting could help stabilize his unstable pheromones. But wanting to imprint wasn’t just about that.

“I didn’t say yes because of my pheromones. Even if they keep going wild like now, I’m okay with it. Even if imprinting with someone else would make them better…”

“Someone else?”

The grip around his waist tightened slightly.

“No, I mean—even if someone else could stabilize my pheromones, I still wouldn’t imprint on them. I don’t need anyone but you, Director.”

“Even if you begged to imprint on someone else, I wouldn’t let you go.”

“Yes? Please don’t let me go. I’m not letting you go either, Director…”

The pressure around his waist eased, replaced by a low, quiet laugh. Soon, a large hand slipped under his pajama top and began softly stroking his bare back.

“Heeyeon, imprinting should be done carefully, so let’s take it slow.”

The alpha pheromones, which had been subtly surrounding him, suddenly surged with a bold, rough intent.

“Beg for a kiss like earlier.”

Instead of asking in words, Jung Heeyeon rose from Director Yeon’s lap and gently wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. Then, with his eyes closed, he softly licked the uninjured lips.

“Ah!”

In a flash, his body was flipped, and the mattress met his back. As soon as the man swept Jung Heeyeon’s hair from his forehead, his lips descended gently. The ticklish feeling made Jung Heeyeon laugh aloud. The lips that had started at his forehead moved gradually downward past his eyelids.

“Who taught you how to beg for kisses like that?”

Director Yeon cupped Jung Heeyeon’s jaw and looked into those harmless, trusting eyes. The puzzled look that spread across Jung Heeyeon’s pale face showed he didn’t catch the teasing tone.

“Pardon? I’ve only ever done it with you, Director…”

“Yeah, you should only do it with me.”

Director Yeon made Jung Heeyeon tilt his head back slightly, persistently licking the lips where blood had pooled. A hot piece of flesh slipped between his softly parted lips. The man’s tongue didn’t move frantically. Despite the overwhelming pheromones, his movements were languid and leisurely.

“Ha…”

The tongue that entered Jung Heeyeon’s small mouth grazed his teeth, wriggling slowly before delving deeper. As he tilted his head back further, Director Yeon lowered the hand that had been holding his face and began unbuttoning his pajamas.

With a wet sound, the piece of flesh entangled with his small tongue rubbed against the tender mucous membrane inside his cheek before brushing his soft palate. It was at the same moment that the man’s large hand passed his collarbone and touched the protruding bud.

“Uhmm, ngh…”

Director Yeon swallowed Jung Heeyeon’s soft moan, intently observing the flushed face of the omega. The omega’s pheromones, which had been surging like waves, gradually calmed into gentle ripples. His tongue lazily swam inside the mouth, gently sucking on the rosy flesh.

As he slowly let go of those lips, a long string of saliva stretched between them.

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