PO 63

Ten minutes before 6 PM, the lengthy meeting finally concluded. Han Jaegang closed his laptop and addressed one of the attendees.

“Great work, Director Park. Let’s meet briefly again tomorrow morning. I see a few issues we need to review internally before discussing with Brill Energy. When can I expect today’s meeting minutes?”

“I’ll send them by 9 PM tonight.”

“9 PM?”

Han Jaegang’s question made the section chief who had spoken tense up. Thinking Han was implying the delivery time was too late, the section chief hesitated, about to speak again, but Han Jaegang cut him off.

“Aren’t you leaving for the day? Forget today, let’s make it by 10 AM tomorrow morning.” Han Jaegang, having rolled down his shirt sleeves, set the time and stood up first.

Joo Yeongmo followed him out of the conference room. Having just returned from a week’s vacation, he had been swamped for a while, barely having a moment to breathe while catching up on backlogged work. Fortunately, he now had a little breathing room.

Since his vacation, Han Jaegang seemed slightly different. His work style, meticulously covering even minor variables, remained unchanged. But unlike before, when he would stay late at the office working as if there were no tomorrow, he now wrapped up his tasks promptly at a set time.

He also noticeably took less work home with him. Moreover, his attitude, which used to be as sharp as a knife, piercing through people’s thoughts, seemed to have softened a bit.

Han Jaegang worked harder to leave on time. Occasionally, when he had extra time, he finished his morning shift and left early. This would have been unimaginable before.

“This Brill Energy case keeps dragging on. When you meet with Manager Park, call Lee Jongseop and Shin Youngseok too. It’s better to discuss it together.”

“Yes. Are you heading home right away?”

“Unless something comes up, I think I will.”

“Nothing much, Executive Director. Have you noticed how much better you look lately?”

“Really? Secretary is the same.”

“Thanks to you, Executive Director, my work has been much easier lately too.”

With Woojeong’s return, Joo Yeongmo wrapped up his life staying at Snow Reflection Residence for about half the month. As Han Jaegang’s life stabilized, his own daily routine grew easier.

Parking his car in the lot, Han Jaegang gazed briefly at the Snow Reflection Residence, brightly lit. A fleeting thought of smoking crossed his mind, but he had not touched a cigarette since learning of Woojeong’s pregnancy.

After his parents passed away, Han Jaegang had lived alone at the Snow Reflection Residence. The house, filled with memories of family, was a sanctuary for his heart, but it was also a place that made him feel profoundly lonely.

Though coworkers were always around during the day, once they all left for the day, Han Jaegang was alone. He spent long, lonely nights every day in the quiet Snow Reflection Residence.

As an adult, Han Jaegang vacated the first floor and moved his living quarters to the third floor. It felt less like a home and more like a shelter or lodging.

Lately, however, Han Jaegang had been returning to his home after work. Though his body ached from exhaustion, his mind found peace.

He had also discovered the joy of bringing something home for the person waiting there. Today, too, his hands were laden with heavy bundles.

<When you’re pregnant, they say eating carefully prepared food helps with morning sickness. My mother insisted I pass this along.>

Inside the bundle were dishes prepared and sent by Joo Yeongmo’s mother. Thinking of the food someone had lovingly prepared out of friendship, he wanted to feed him quickly.

Walking from the parking lot to the house, the living room was clearly visible through the large window. Woojeong was always near that window. Sitting on the sofa, pacing in front of it, sometimes leaning against it, he waited for Han Jaegang to arrive.

The moment he spotted him walking toward the house, he vanished instantly. When Han Jaegang stepped inside, Woojeong would come out to the entrance to greet him. Just like now.

“You’re back?”

At first, he tried to dissuade him, saying he did not need to come out like this, but Woojeong always waited for him. He had grown quite accustomed to this situation now, but whenever he sensed the feeling of Woojeong waiting for him, Han Jaegang felt a lump form in his chest.

“What’s this?”

“Secretary Joo’s mother sent it. She said to take care of you.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Open it yourself.”

Woojeong, looking unexpectedly excited, snatched the bundle from Han Jaegang. He took it to the kitchen, set it on the table, and unwrapped the cloth himself. Each time he lifted the lid of a neatly stacked container of side dishes, he let out a small gasp of delight.

“Braised short ribs. They look delicious.”

“If you’re hungry, just eat something.”

“Oh dear, all he had this morning was a little noodle soup. Woojeong has been waiting all this time to have dinner with the Executive Director, so please sit down quickly.”

Madam Kwak quickly prepared the dinner table. Woojeong suddenly felt hungry upon smelling the food and he sat Han Jaegang down at the table.

Han Jaegang was not someone who took much interest in eating. He often barely scraped by with his own meals, so it was only natural he was indifferent to making sure others ate.

“Is it tasty?”

Lately, however, Han Jaegang found joy in watching Woojeong eat heartily. Whether his severe morning sickness, so bad he would vomit immediately after eating anything, was improving, Woojeong was eating better than before, and his cheeks were filling out.

“I want more.”

“That’s a welcome change. Give me your rice bowl.”

Woojeong, who had quickly finished the rice he had been served, said shyly. Madam Kwak promptly scooped more rice into his bowl. It was a relief to see that the food he had brought suited his taste, and it was heartening to watch him eat so heartily.

Lately, Woojeong would sometimes wake Han Jaegang in the middle of the night, shaking him awake like a scene from a drama, saying he wanted something to eat.

Even half asleep, Han Jaegang never found it bothersome to go out and get whatever food Woojeong craved.

Most of the time, it was just simple snacks, but occasionally, he asked for something he rarely ate. The way he pouted, saying he did not know why he suddenly wanted sushi, was incredibly adorable.

“Please tell Secretary Joo I enjoyed the meal.”

Han Jaegang nodded, still gently stroking his youthful face. He had already planned to repay the gratitude he felt.

Han Jaegang, who had intended to just take a quick shower, changed his mind and filled the bathtub. He planned to relax with a short half-body soak.

With a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, he stood before the bathroom mirror. As he touched his chin, debating whether to shave, his gaze shifted to the door that opened slightly without a knock.

Woojeong, who had peered inside with the door ajar just a hand’s width, slid down to the floor. Han Jaegang chuckled softly and approached to open the bathroom door.

“Why are you doing that?”

“I was just curious since you weren’t coming out.”

“What could possibly be that intriguing?”

Han Jaegang took Woojeong’s hand and helped him up. Having washed first, Woojeong now wore loose pajamas, and a cool, fruity scent wafted from him.

“Sit here and watch.”

He seated Woojeong on the edge of the tub, dropped a few drops of bath oil into the water, then turned away. Woojeong stirred the water with his fingertips to mix the oil, watching his back.

Water droplets fell from his wet hair and trickled down his shoulders and back. With every movement, the muscles that fit his natural frame beautifully created a picture perfect silhouette.

Woojeong’s gaze followed the curve of his spine downward, pausing at the loosely draped towel around his hips. As he stared at his solidly balanced waist, his eyes met Han Jaegang’s in the mirror. Startled, he blurted out,

“…Aren’t you shaving today?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Shaving sounds like it would be fun.”

Han Jaegang seemed intrigued by Woojeong’s words and turned to look back. Unless there was a particularly delayed manifestation, most omegas did not grow beards. Moreover, Woojeong’s face, which had little body hair to begin with, only had soft, downy fuzz.

Leaning against the sink ledge, Han Jaegang slowly stroked his chin. His bare upper body, the dark body hair visible beneath the loosely draped bath towel, and his relaxed expression all seemed strangely unfamiliar today, making Woojeong’s ears burn hot.

“Want to try shaving?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Woojeong nodded. He would have refused anyone else, but anything about Han Jaegang piqued his curiosity.

“Go ahead then.”

“Me?”

Han Jaegang picked up shaving cream and a razor from the sink and walked over to the bathtub. He casually untied the towel in front of Woojeong, letting it fall to the floor, then stepped naked into the tub.

Settling comfortably into the warm water, he did not urge him to join. Instead, he held up what he was holding, asking what he was waiting for.

“Come in. You have to get close to shave, right?”

Woojeong, who had not expected things to turn out like this from his casual remark, absentmindedly scratched the back of his neck. Even though he had spent countless nights with him, seeing him undress right before his eyes suddenly felt embarrassingly new, and his face flushed.

“I’m putting my face in the hands of someone holding a blade. I should get something out of this too.”

He swept his wet hair back with a somehow mischievous expression. As he slowly stirred the bathwater, a subtle musk scent rose up.

“Come on.”

Han Jaegang held out his wet hand. He showed no sign of withdrawing it until Woojeong took it. After a moment’s hesitation, Woojeong began unbuttoning his pajamas.

Woojeong took Han Jaegang’s hand as he looked at his naked self with satisfaction. Leaning on his hand, he stepped into the tub. Han Jaegang wrapped his arms around Woojeong’s waist and sat him on his thighs.

Embarrassed by their face to face position, Woojeong could not meet his eyes as he squeezed a generous amount of shaving foam into his hand.

“Apply the foam first.”

Woojeong scooped the thick foam piled on his palm and carefully spread it over Han Jaegang’s face. While Woojeong applied the foam to his cheeks, under his nose, and down to his chin, Han Jaegang gently caressed his waist and buttocks.

“You need to apply it to the neck too.”

After applying foam to Han Jaegang’s neck, where he held his chin up, he had Woojeong take the razor. Holding his hand, he showed him how to use it, then obediently tilted his head.

Woojeong hesitated, unsure about shaving for the first time. Han Jaegang closed his eyes.

“No need to be nervous. I’ll stay still, so just do it.”

Encouraged by the relaxed instruction, Woojeong lifted the razor and brought it to Han Jaegang’s face. Moving the blade along his sculpted facial contours, the white foam was swept away, revealing smooth skin.

For a moment, Woojeong was so absorbed in shaving that he forgot he was sitting naked on Han Jaegang’s thigh. Han Jaegang quietly surrendered his face, occasionally stroking Woojeong’s back with his wet hand.

“…Ah.”

Woojeong flinched in surprise when he brought the razor back to his cheek after clearing all the foam. His clumsy touch had cut Han Jaegang’s cheek.

Red blood quickly seeped from the spot cut by the sharp razor blade.

“Oh no. I think I cut you.”

Han Jaegang calmed the flustered Woojeong, roughly washing his face with water. Then he pressed a towel against the wounded area.

“What do we do now? You’ve got a cut on your face?”

“Nothing we can do about it.”

“Huh?”

“What else can we do? If you’ve cut my handsome face…”

Han Jaegang flicked the towel onto the floor outside the tub and wrapped his arms around Woojeong’s waist, pulling him close. Before Woojeong could even react, Han Jaegang’s face drew near.

“You have to take responsibility.”

Han Jaegang pressed his hot lips against his and thrust his tongue into his mouth in one swift motion. Their soft tongues tangled gently as their hurried breaths mingled dizzyingly.

His kiss was fierce, as if he would swallow his lips whole, yet his hands caressing his bare skin were feather light. Familiar with his touch, Woojeong let out a small, almost inaudible moan.

“Our baby needs my pheromones…”

Woojeong flinched as his hand brushed his pale lower belly. Slowly shifting, his touch suddenly gripped his hips, moving them so their intimate parts rubbed together.

“I crave you, Woojeong.”

“Mmm…….”

The sensation of skin rubbing against skin underwater was indescribably thrilling. Wrapping his arms around Han Jaegang’s neck and kissing him, Woojeong gasped, burying his face in the nape of his neck.

He gathered Woojeong’s genitals in his large hands. Each time he moved them slowly up and down to stimulate him, Woojeong’s thighs tensed.

“Mmm, hmm…….”

Ever since getting pregnant, his body felt strangely more sensitive. Han Jaegang pressed his lips to Woojeong’s trembling neck while gripping and shaking his genitals. When Woojeong unconsciously arched his body, Han Jaegang scooped his waist and sat him on the edge of the bathtub.

Positioning himself between his legs and making him grip his shoulders, he pressed his lips to the soft inner thigh.

“It tickles…….”

When Woojeong flinched at the hot breath touching his sensitive spot, Han Jaegang wrapped one arm tightly around his slender waist to keep him from falling.

“Is it just ticklish?”

Woojeong shook his head at his calm question as he gripped his blood engorged, hardened member. Looking up at him while stroking himself, he suddenly lowered his head and licked the tip of his rigid shaft with his tongue.

“Ahh…….”

Woojeong swallowed a gasp. Han Jaegang took Woojeong’s member into his mouth and caressed it devotedly.

Woojeong, forced to stare down at his movements, was at a loss. The explicit caress sent his arousal soaring steeply, making it increasingly hard to hold back his moans.

“Ha, Director….”

Even when he scratched his shoulder painfully, Han Jaegang paid no heed, deep throating the penis to stimulate it. His warm, moist mouth enveloped the shaft, and each time the tip of his tongue touched the sensitive spot, Woojeong could not hold back his moans. At one point, his thighs began to tremble violently.

“Huh, hmm……”

Han Jaegang held Woojeong’s penis deep in his mouth, swallowing his ejaculate without hesitation. Continuing the caress until the climax ended, he finally rose.

“Delicious.”

He wiped his damp lips with his thumb and kissed Woojeong.

“Haa…….”

Woojeong lay curled up, gasping for breath. Having already come twice, his body was hypersensitive, shivering at the slightest touch.

But Han Jaegang showed no sign of impatience. He washed Woojeong clean, moved him to the bed, and showered him with caresses until he looked exhausted, seemingly without any thought of satisfying his own desire.

Even now, holding him from behind, he only slowly stroked him from his chest to his lower abdomen, making no attempt to penetrate. It absolutely was not that he lacked desire. Every time his rigidly stiffened member brushed against the back of his thigh, it felt hot enough to burn.

Woojeong grasped Han Jaegang’s hand wrapped around his lower abdomen. Was he perhaps holding back his desire because of the baby?

When he turned around, as if it were only natural, his soft lips touched his. It was a kiss that felt like it would melt away, like cotton candy in his mouth.