The Three baby mining brothers - Chapter 3

“Going to the orphanage was also about cutting off the tail of your director.” He didn’t expect it to be already gone and submerged. Yi-eon looked at the tears forming in the child’s eyes and continued speaking in a low voice.
Of course, he doesn’t know much about the documents or the director’s situation, but he had many things to tell Yeoreum about what happened. However, for the child, who was now crying as though a flood was coming from his eyes, this much was enough.

“Are you sure you’re not misunderstanding? That can’t be right… Why would the director…?”

Yi-eon stood up from the chair opposite and moved to sit next to the child. He gently pulled him into his arms, wiping away the tears from his eyes. For a moment, it felt like the child smelled like baby formula.

“Don’t cry. I didn’t want to tell you this for a reason.”

“It seems like you’re thinking that everything that happened in the orphanage was something we did.”

It wasn’t us, Yi-eon added. The child’s cheeks were quickly soaking with tears.
Without even realizing it, Yeoreum leaned into Yi-eon’s embrace, his body slowly losing strength. The child, still holding back his tears, leaned into Yi-eon’s warmth, pressing his eyes tightly closed, trying not to cry.
Though the shocking truth made him tear up, what hurt more was realizing the misunderstanding about them, and even worse, being caught.

Yeoreum squirmed, as if trying to forget reality, and settled deeper into Yi-eon’s embrace.
“If you still don’t believe me, I’ll show you the documents as more concrete evidence. They should still be there.”

“No, that’s okay.”

Yi-eon lowered the arm that was draped over the child’s shoulder and opened both arms to pull him closer. It was just a warm embrace without any words. Naturally, Yeoreum, who had been facing forward, turned slightly towards Yi-eon, leaning into him.

“Yeah, it was us who brought you here, trembling alone in a place like that.”
The man slowly whispered in the child’s ear. Only then did he realize why Yi-eon suddenly used the word “family.” In the warm embrace that felt strangely familiar, Yeoreum exhaled a deep breath and nodded. He could somewhat understand the reason now.

When he lifted his eyelids, they automatically fluttered open, outside the window, dusk had already settled. Rubbing his blurred eyes, he felt a warm presence beside him, feeling the weight on his chest.

Yi-eon, while looking at the child on his chest, raised one arm as if to wrap it around him. After shedding tears, sleepiness rushed in, and it seemed like evening had already come as they rested on the bed for a brief moment.

The child turned to his side so he could clearly see Yi-eon’s face. Seeing that Yi-eon’s breathing was steady, he seemed to be asleep.

‘Family, huh.’

It was an unfamiliar word, one he had never experienced in his life.

At the orphanage where he had lived all his life, many couples and families came to adopt. There were more people than ever wanting to create a family. The moments when some close friends, younger siblings, or older brothers walked out the front gate holding hands with their new families never left his mind. Those moments often appeared in his dreams, and every time, he would think, “If they cross that gate, they’ll be a happy family now,” feeling an unspoken sense of envy and jealousy.

Whether it was the couples who came to adopt from the orphanage, or the siblings who had saved him from danger, they were no different. Now, as he began to feel that those who saved him felt like family, it wasn’t a bad feeling at all.

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Today, so many things got on his mind that his head still ached. Yeoreum felt the warmth of Yi-eon’s presence on top of his clothes and looked at Yi-eon’s long, dark eyelashes and the mole under his eyes. The moment their gaze met, Yi-eon slowly raised his eyes.

‘Did you sleep well?’

His face shone brightly, as if he hadn’t just woken up. Yeoreum, mesmerized, nodded and slowly pulled back his body. They were so close that their faces almost touched, and the warmth felt both awkward and embarrassing.

Yi-eon touched his face briefly, smiled, and stood up. Yeoreum also hurriedly got up from his spot. Had he skipped lunch? Now that it was dinnertime, his stomach growled.

Embarrassed by the noise from his stomach, Yeoreum lowered his head, unable to hide his awkwardness.

‘Are you hungry? You should wash up and eat,’ Yi-eon said, looking at Yeoreum, who was holding his stomach, his lips still curved in a smile, speaking in a relaxed voice.

It was true that Yeoreum was hungry, so he nodded and stood up. Then, he looked at Yi-eon’s back as he walked toward the attached bathroom.

‘Is he going to wash up first?’

There was only one bathroom in the room. Yeoreum had been surprised when he first saw that the room had its own bathroom, especially because it was so spacious.

Seeing Yi-eon move as though he was about to wash up, Yeoreum’s body stiffened. As he walked toward the bathroom, Yi-eon tossed his t-shirt aside.

Yeoreum, still sitting on the bed, stared at Yi-eon’s white, muscular back. He was so startled when Yi-eon suddenly turned around that his gaze darted away quickly to a blank spot. He was embarrassed, of course.

‘What are you doing, not coming?’

“…what?”

‘We should wash together. Now we’re family, so what’s the big deal?’

Family—the word slipped out of Yi-eon’s mouth smoothly. It was starting to become familiar now.

Yeoreum had planned to quickly wash his face and body after Yi-eon was done, but when he heard those words about washing together and family, his face flushed. He couldn’t tell whether it was because of the family word or the invitation to wash together. Either way, Yeoreum, still standing there, felt as if he was in a trance and got up from the bed.

‘Is washing together something that families do?’

It was his first time having a “family,” and there were many things he didn’t understand about it.

‘I’ll fill the water. Take off your clothes.’

Yi-eon entered the bathroom first and started filling the large bathtub. Yeoreum watched as Yi-eon checked the water temperature with his palm, focusing on the task.

Yeoreum, standing behind, felt his eyes grow misty, almost as if they would burst from the tension. Was it excitement because he was doing something new, or was it because of the heat in the air? He didn’t know. He couldn’t stay still, so he slowly took off his thin pajamas.

As he lifted my head, having finally shed even my underwear, Yeoreum saw Yi-eon staring at him. It was impossible to tell how long he’d been watching. His expression was unreadable, and his gaze sent shivers down his spine.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured.
Despite his compliment, Yi-eon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Ironically, it was him who had entered the bathtub first.
Hesitating at the sight of him stepping into the water with his pants on, Yeoreum obeyed his silent invitation to join him.
The water was neither too hot nor too cold. He knelt in the tub, curling up to cover himself as much as possible sitting between Yi-eon’s thighs.

‘Why aren’t taking off your pants?’

Yeoreum wondered aloud, noticing how the water was soaking through Yi-eon’s tightly knotted pants, in contrast to his completely naked state.

‘Is it warm?’
Yi-eon wrapped an arm around Yeoreum’s belly, pulling him closer and whispering into his ear.
With the warm water soothing his tense muscles, Yeoreum nodded slowly, with his eyes fluttering shut.

“Very warm,” Yeoreum replied, his voice a mere breath against his skin.
Yi-eon chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his ear. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Yeoreum’s temple.
“Good,” he murmured, his voice casted a low growl.

Yeoreum felt a hand slipping beneath the water, tracing the curve of his hip. A shiver ran down his spine, but not entirely from the warmth of the water.
Yi-eon’s hand moved slowly, deliberately, his touch sending waves of sensation through him. Yeoreum gasped softly, with his head slightly tilting back.
“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated, his voice husky.
“So incredibly beautiful.”
His words were like a caress, each one igniting a fire within him.
Yeoreum felt himself melting into the warmth of the water, surrendering to his touch, his gaze, his intoxicating presence.

Yi-eon leaned down, his lips hovering over his. He could feel Yi-eon’s breath on his face, warm and moist.

“Yi-eon…” He whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yi-eon smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a jolt of fear through him, mingled with an exhilarating thrill.

Leaning in , his lips finally meeting Yeoreum’s in a searing kiss.

Certainly, being with him was much warmer than bathing alone. Maybe this is why families bathe together. The exhaustion that had been plaguing him began to dissipate.
As Yeoreum was lost in thought, a sudden sensation on his chest caused him to jolt.

“O…!”
Yi-eon’s thick arm, which had been wrapped around his waist, slowly crept up, and his fingers began to caress the area around Yeoreum’s areola. He didn’t stop there, gently pinching his n1pple with two fingers.

Startled, the child’s head instinctively tilted back, and the unfamiliar sensation kept pulling his head back.
Unaware of the child’s distress, Yi-eon rested his face against his white shoulder and continued in a self-deprecating tone.
“How is it that my little brother’s n1pples are so babyish.”

Yeoreum felt a tingling sensation as he experienced a feeling he had never felt before. Leaning against the bathtub, he sat in Yi-eon’s lap as he spread his legs, feeling an odd sense of security, which he found strange.
Yi-eon gently scratched his n1pples with both hands and nails, as if trying to peel off the skin off. Yeoreum’s waist twisted and turned.

His body trembled, not just from the physical sensation but also from a strange mixture of fear and excitement. he felt a primal urge to submit, to surrender to this overwhelming feeling that was consuming him.
Yi-eon, sensing his growing arousal, leaned closer, his breath fanning against Yeoreum’s ear.

“Do you like it, little brother?” he whispered, his voice in a low growl.
Yeoreum couldn’t speak, he could only moan softly, his head thrown back in a silent plea for more.
Yi-eon smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. He moved his hands lower, tracing the delicate curve of Yeoreum’s hips, the touch sending shivers down his spine.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against Yeoreum’s ear.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.
“So incredibly wet for me.”
Yeoreum felt a wave of heat wash over him, his body becoming slick with arousal. He felt himself losing control, drowning in a sea of sensations, both terrifying and exhilarating.

Yi-eon, sensing his surrender, began to move his hands lower, exploring the hidden depths of his manhood. Yeoreum gasped, his body arching against Yi-eon’s, a desperate plea for more.
He continued his exploration, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. Yeoreum felt himself reaching a breaking point, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Then, just as he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Yi-eon withdrew his hands, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

Yi-eon looked at him, his eyes filled with a predatory hunger. “Don’t worry, little brother,” he whispered, his voice a low growl.
“I won’t keep you waiting for long.”
He leaned in and kissed Yeoreum, a long, slow kiss that promised unimaginable pleasure and unspeakable pain.

“Why, why are you touching my chest, huh?”

“You have to wash properly.”

“I can do it myself!”
Yi-eon spread his fingers that had been scratching his n1pple and pinched it hard. It wasn’t necessarily to silence his chattering mouth, but he was quite pleased to see Yeoreum’s knees collapse and lean more on him when he pinched.
It was a new feeling, neither unpleasant nor pleasant. Yeoreum felt suffocated for some reason and began to scratch at his arm to tear it away. But Yi-eon, undeterred, simply inhaled his scent.
Yeoreum’s n1pples glowed faintly against his white skin. The more he stimulated Yeoreum’s n1pples, the more plump and swollen they became.
“Down there, huh, it feels weird…”
Yi-eon looked down over Yeoreum’s shoulder.
Yeoreum’s watery voice made him stop his relentless movements.
“What’s wrong down there? How does it feel weird?”
Yeoreum sniffed and raised his knees again, as if spreading them. The more he did, the more his center of gravity shifted to Yi-eon, who was sitting behind him.
“It’s weird, it’s weird… I want to pee…”
Yeoreum’s bangs were completely soaked, probably from the water splashing somewhere. he felt something bunched up down there, just like when he wanted to go to the bathroom. It felt like he was about to burst any moment.
The pants Yi-eon had come in were soaked and their color was darker.
He pulled Yeoreum into his arms and touched his uncut p3nis, which was completely exposed. he had assumed he wouldn’t be circumcised, but his glans was already plainly visible.

“I wonder if they did it at the orphanage,” Yi-eon thought, a hint of regret in his voice as he realized he hadn’t seen his naked body. He licked his lips. Just as he couldn’t tell if the wetness on his cheek was from his wet hair or tears, a spurt of precum shot out from Yeoreum’s genitals.
Perhaps it was because Yi-eon was holding his p3nis, which was easily enclosed in one hand, that Yeoreum clamped his hand over his mouth and trembled. It was the aftereffect of the warm liquid that had shot out so quickly.
“Did you cum just because I touched you?”
Yi-eon chuckled in disbelief as he looked at his wrist, soiled with precum. He then stuck his hand into the bathtub and plugged the tip of Yeoreum’s p3nis with his thumb.
Yeoreum tried to hold Yi-eon’s hand with his weak hands, but it was useless. Even though Yi-eon was clearly washing him, he wondered if this was the right way to do it.
With one hand, he grabbed his hand, and with the other, she gripped Yi-eon’s thigh, which was pressed against his body. he could feel the wet pants beneath his palm, but the strange sensation rising from below made him breathe hot air, leaving him no time to care.

“Enough, please… no, no more?”
“Okay, okay. We’re done washing now.”
Yeoreum’s rapid breaths escaped through his teeth. Even though Yi-eon had said they were finished, his hand continued to stroke his genitals. If it weren’t for Yi-eon’s arm supporting his thin waist, Yeoreum’s face would have been submerged in the bathtub water.
The lapping sound of the water was the only noise as they moved. Rubbing the glans with his thumb, Yi-eon continued his movements, and soon, a white liquid splattered onto his palm.
Focused on the motion, Yi-eon realized that the child’s rapid breathing had ceased, and the room was silent. Yeoreum, who had begged him to stop, was now breathing evenly with his eyes closed. It was unclear whether he had fainted or fallen asleep, but he looked peaceful.
Yi-eon got up and gently lowered Yeoreum back into the bathtub, making sure he was clean. It was amusing how Yeoreum could fall into a deep sleep after so little stimulation.
He was lucky to have such an interesting younger sibling. The paperwork should be finished by now. With a smile like a child who had received the perfect Christmas present, Yi-eon got up.
“Sleep well.”