The Three baby mining brothers - Chapter 5.2

s always, Yi-hon’s attempts to converse with Yeoreum felt like missing each other by just a hair’s breadth. Unlike Yi-hon, who knew the right answers but purposely ignored them, Yeoreum had no idea what the right answer even was, offering only nonsensical replies. The shared frustration between the two was their sole commonality.

At Yi-hon’s repeated questioning, Yeoreum looked more flustered than ever.

The conversation wasn’t just frustrating; it was completely nonsensical. Yi-hon exhaled sharply, suppressing the irritation bubbling within him.

“I’m asking why you called me, not what you were planning to do.”

Despite his effort to stay calm, his tone came out sharper than intended. Yeoreum flinched, visibly startled.

“Isn’t it normal for family members to shower together…?”

Yi-hon froze, his patience unraveling. Family? There was no need to ask who had told Yeoreum that—it could only have been Yi-eon. Only Yi-eon would fill a child’s head with such nonsense, misleading him so thoroughly.

Family showers? The thought alone made Yi-hon’s head ache. The implication was clear: Yeoreum must have showered with Yi-eon before—possibly multiple times. The realization almost made him curse aloud, but he bit back the words.

The child had been raised in an orphanage for nearly 18 years. He wasn’t naive about how the world worked. Yet somehow, Yi-eon had managed to fill his head with ridiculous ideas, and now Yi-hon was the one left to deal with the fallout.

“You don’t need to shower with anyone—not family members or anyone else,” Yi-hon said firmly, crossing his arms.

“But we’re family…” Yeoreum murmured, his voice growing smaller.

For a moment, Yi-hon stared at the boy’s face. He saw not defiance, but deep-seated vulnerability, a longing so intense it bordered on desperation.

People who had nothing often clung tightly to the smallest kindnesses. They held onto them as if their lives depended on it. Someone had offered Yeoreum warmth and acceptance, teaching him to believe anything they said as gospel. Even now, standing vulnerable before Yi-hon, Yeoreum was simply doing what he thought was right.

Yi-hon sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Correcting Yeoreum’s beliefs would take time, effort, and care—none of which he had the patience for tonight.

“Just shower. I’ll stay here,” Yi-hon muttered, leaning against the bathroom wall.

He wasn’t planning to participate, but at least this would prevent further complications. With a nod, Yeoreum hesitantly climbed into the bathtub, glancing at Yi-hon for reassurance.

“Go on. Wash your hair or something else,” Yi-hon said, gesturing lazily.

Yeoreum, visibly relieved, began to move, though awkwardly. He seemed unfamiliar with the shampoo bottles and toiletries in Yi-hon’s bathroom, a sharp contrast to how he acted in Yi-eon’s presence.

Yi-hon sighed again, reaching for the shampoo himself. This is going to take forever.

“Stay still,” he instructed, squirting shampoo into his hand and lathering it into Yeoreum’s hair.

As he worked, Yeoreum sat perfectly still, as if afraid of doing something wrong. Yi-hon shook his head, his annoyance softening slightly. He still didn’t understand how he’d ended up in this strange pseudo-parental role, but for now, he focused on scrubbing Yeoreum’s hair clean.

“Does it hurt?”

“No…”

The boy’s voice trailed off, relaxed. In contrast, Yi-hon’s voice held no emotion. Had he been too comfortable?

Yeoreum bit his lower lip as Yi-hon lathered soap onto his body. His hand gradually moved lower. Yeoreum stretched out his legs, which had been bent and hugged them to his chest.

“Wait, just a second.”

“Stay still.”

Yi-hon, who had only been thinking of finishing up quickly and going to sleep, grabbed Yeoreum’s thigh, which was wriggling unsteadily, with his other hand as if to anchor it.

Filled with arousal and exposed, Yeoreum kept crossing his legs, trying to hide what was between them. he didn’t know why it was so swollen.

Yi-hon turned on the shower head and poured water over Yeoreum’s head. Even though he had pulled his clothes up to the wrists, the water splashed everywhere as he washed Yeoreum, trying to hide his erection.His face, hair, everything was already wet.

Unlike when he lifted his face, Yeoreum’s expression was now quite watery. Even though he tried to cover his lower half with his thighs, it was obvious. The boy was sweating profusely, as if he had a fever, all because he was aroused. Yi-hon couldn’t help but scoff.

Feeling sticky and uncomfortable from the water clinging to his body, Yi-hon pulled up his shirt and took it off. A deep sense of unease washed over him. What was he doing at this hour of the night? He tilted his head back, staring at the bathroom light, and swallowed a heavy sigh.

Yeoreum grabbed Yi-hon’s wrist, who was outside the tub. he didn’t fall over despite Yeoreum’s small strength.

“I’ll wash you this time.”

Yi-hon felt drained of energy as he washed the youth who was over 170cm tall. And since he usually showered before bed, he hadn’t even finished his own shower.

Yi-hon stared at Yeoreum, who was nodding vigorously, as if to say, “Just trust me.” He took the boy’s hand, which was still holding his wrist, and removed it, then undressed himself completely.

He couldn’t refuse the boy’s request, not when he had no energy left and no desire to do so. As time passed and he stayed awake, his judgment became clouded.

He got into the tub and leaned back. The water that Yeoreum had just drawn was hot. Leaning back, Yi-hon felt a wave of lethargy wash over him. He wondered if he would have felt this way if he had done the extra work.

As he was easing his fatigue, a sudden roughness startled him. Yeoreum was on his knees between his spread legs, scrubbing his stomach with a washcloth. He was scrubbing so hard that Yi-hon thought he might leave a mark.

“Gently.”

“Oh, sorry!”

Yeoreum’s expression brightened as Yi-hon responded. He leaned towards Yi-hon and focused on lathering up the soap.

Yi-hon watched him intently. The boy’s body was well-proportioned, without a single blemish. His skin was pale, and his lean body matched his delicate features.

Yeoreum splashed water on the bath towel to rinse it off. He seemed so focused, it was almost comical. But what really caught Yi-hon eye was the thing that was still standing tall.

It seemed to be saying, ‘I’m still here,’ even though it should have died off. An amused smile crept across Yi-hon’s face.

Noticing that Yi-hon was looking at him, Yeoreum stopped moving and twisted his thighs. His face was flushed, as if he had been in the water for a long time.

“Want me to loosen it for you?”

It was more of a taunt than a question. Perhaps it was because he found the boy’s embarrassment so amusing, or perhaps it was out of pity for Yeoreum.

Yeoreum nodded, understanding the meaning of his words. He didn’t know why Yi-hon used that expression, but he knew that his actions would cause the thing that was making him uncomfortable to subside.

He was embarrassed to let Yi-hon touch him, but he couldn’t do it himself.

He let out a short, heavy sigh. While he wouldn’t say it out loud because he knew it would hurt Yeoreum, he was amazed at the boy’s actions.

‘He must have learned this from Yi-eon.’

It was entirely possible. Yi-hon slowly brought his legs together and nodded at Yeoreum. Yeoreum hesitated for a moment before slowly climbing on top of him.

Because Yi-hon was sitting leaning back, Yeoreum had to look up at him.

Yeoreum’s lower half felt incredibly sensitive. His skin was so smooth, it felt like it would slip away if he touched it lightly. Yi-hon leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the tub, and began to rhythmically tap Yeoreum body.

Yeoreum didn’t notice the touch at first and tilted his head. Then, a tingling sensation spread rapidly through him, and began to tremble. Yi-hon raised a finger and gently touched the small, hard part. It was surprisingly small, and Yi-hon wasn’t surprised that Yeoreum didn’t have any pubic hair yet.

Yeoreum clenching his fists, tried to suppress the tingling sensation. He couldn’t keep his balance because he had nothing to support himself on, so he bent his knees and pressed his shins against the bottom of the tub.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

Yi-hon’s eyes were fixed on Yeoreum’s arms. He still wanted to finish quickly and go to sleep.

Yeoreum awkwardly wrapped his arms around his neck, then buried his face in Yi-hon’s shoulder.

Yi-hon eventually wrapped his hand around the small hard part and began to rub it in a circular motion with his thumb.

The sticky, transparent pre-cum from Yeoreum’s body began to coat his thumb. Instead of stopping, Yi-hon pressed down on the head and continued rubbing.

Yeoreum’s hips began to buck and twist. If he hadn’t been holding onto Yi-hon’s neck, he would have fallen over.

Yi-hon hugging Yeoreum, used his hand to release him. He found amusement in comforting the young child. And for some reason, he had an urge to see Yeoreum’s watery expression.

Yeoreum’s breathing quickened as he tried to suppress the hot breath that was rising from his chest and threatening to escape. His grip on Yi-hon’s neck tightened.

Yi-hon continued stroking the small hard part up and down with his hand. It was so small that he could easily hold it in one hand.

“Hmm… Ugh…”

Yeoreum’s body trembled as Yi-hon’s hand moved. The unfamiliar sensation made his body tingle and itch. And something deep inside him was rising, like someone was pushing air up his throat.

A sense of regret washed over him. Clicking his tongue, he took a deep breath and increased the speed of his hand, stroking Yeoreum’s p3nis

“Oh, fvck…”

Yeoreum’s body went limp as a small amount of his semen leaked out. Though he couldn’t see it with his own eyes, he could feel something release from Yeoreum’s member. He hadn’t expected the boy to last so long, but a child was a child after all.

“How was it?”

“I’m fine…”

“Good.”

Yeoreum’s hips, which had been bent, straightened as he lost his strength. Yi-hon gently patted his thigh, creating some distance between them. Yeoreum’s face, which was already pale, now looked even more drained. Seeing the boy, who had approached him with such determination, collapse so quickly after a single climax, Yi-hon couldn’t help but scoff.

Rising from where he sat, Yi-hon helped Yeoreum lean against the wall and stepped out of the tub. From cleaning up the soap foam to wrapping him in a towel and carrying him to bed, it was all Yi-hon’s responsibility.

Yi-hon laid Yeoreum on the bed and washed himself as he always did. But it took twice as long as usual. His hand naturally went to the area between his legs.