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"Yoohyun-ah, this is wrong."
"Yoohyun, please let go."
"Yoohyun, don't jump!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!—" Outside the window, the sky was shrouded in darkness, thunder was roaring, rain and wind are raging.
"Ah-"
Han Yoohyun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up with sweat all over his head, and gasped for breath while holding his chest. It was pitch black in front of him. As the lightning flashed outside the window, he could clearly see the layout of the room. This is neither a prison nor a hospital, this is his bedroom in his old house.
He was dead, so why did he return to his old house?
The bedroom door was knocked and a familiar and somewhat immature voice came, "Yoohyun-ah, what's wrong, what happened?"
Han Yoohyun stared in the direction of the door, and he would never forget that voice. Outside the door was his older brother, Han Yoojin, the person he loved but could not have.
"Yoohyun-ah? Why don't you speak? Is something wrong? If you don't speak, I'll come in." The doorknob was turned and a slim figure was vaguely seen walking in the darkness.
When the figure emerged from the shadows and came to where the light from the window could shine. Han Yoohyun clearly saw the other person's appearance and his eyes widened. It was his brother in front of him, but it was the younger version of Han Yoojin who still looked like a middle school student.
The young version of Han Yoojin stood by the bed and looked worriedly at his brother who was sitting on the bed. He looked up and down at first. It seemed that his little brother was fine, just scared, and then he was relieved that nothing had happened to his little brother.
Han Yoojin sat on the bed and took his brother into his arms and comforted him softly, "Yoohyun-ah, don't be afraid, it's just thunder and a power outage, brother will sleep with you tonight, okay."
"Okay..." Han Yoojin heard his babyish reply from his little brother.
Han Yoohyun touched his throat with his hand. Why did his voice become like this and why did his hands become so small?
"Boom! Boom! Boom!—" Another deafening thunder roared.
Han Yoojin lay down and hugged her brother, covering his ears and murmuring, "Don't be afraid, it's just thunder, it's okay."
Han Yoohyun leaned on his brother's arms, his hands on him. Smelling the familiar scent of his brother, he began to relax. He looked at his little palm, suddenly realized something and asked, "Hyung, how old am I this year?"
Han Yoojin heard his brother's question and answered directly without thinking, "Our little Yoohyun is already 10 years old. We just celebrated your birthday last month and you forgot?"
Han Yoohyun's assumption was confirmed. After his death, he should have regressed back to his childhood. Many thoughts quickly flashed through his mind. He shouldn't have been so hard on his brother in his previous life. He should take it slowly and plan it slowly.
Fortunately, God gave him another chance to live, maybe this is a gift? After he calmed down, he rubbed his older brother's arms and said sadly, "I had a nightmare when I was sleeping. I dreamt that, Hyung didn't want me when I grew up."
Han Yoojin gently touched his brother's hair and stroked his head, "Dreams are always the opposite. How could I not want Yoohyun-ah?"
Han Yoojin was stunned. The expression on his brother- Han Yoohyun's serious face at that moment was so cute, like a little adult. He lowered his head and kissed his brother's forehead affectionately, promising, "Hyung will always love you, Yoohyun-ah."
"I'll always like my Hyung too." Han Yoohyun pulled on his brother's pyjamas and said seriously.
Han Yoojin laughed. His baby brother Han Yoohyun was very affectionate as a child. As a result, he has grown up in recent years and has his own friends. He doesn't always express his love for him like he did when he was a child. At the moment, he feels his little brother is being a bit clingy to him again.
But soon Han Yoojin couldn't laugh anymore, because his baby brother's little hand pressed on his newly developed chest and said he missed his mother.
Their parents died when Han Yoohyun was 1 and Han Yoojin was 6 years old. Fortunately, their family was rich enough that the Han brothers didn't have to worry about their living expenses, and they still had a guardian they could rely on, so they didn't go hungry and were able to go to school.
Han Yoohyun didn't really have much of an impression of his mother, because our mother suffered from mental illness after giving birth to him, and our father didn't usually let anyone get close to her, and Han Yoojin had only seen her from a distance.
Han Yoohyun had no memory of his mother since he was a child, and everyone avoided talking about it in front of him. This was the first time he had heard him say that he missed his mother.
Han Yoojin didn't know how to comfort his brother, so he could only ask dryly, "Why did you suddenly think of that?
"I want my mother to hold me when I sleep." Han Yoohyun buried his face in his brother's bulging chest.
"Is it wrong for Hyung to hold me?" Han Yoohyun was a little embarrassed, "Just let Hyung hold Yoohyun-ah while you sleep, okay?" Han Yoojin hugged his little brother tightly.
Han Yoohyun was so excited that he couldn't contain his enthusiasm and blurted out, "Will Hyung feed me too?"
"Ah, that..." Han Yoojin hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.
"Won't Hyung give me milk?" Han Yoojin lifted his head and looked at his older brother with puppy eyes.
"Hyung has no milk." Han Yoojin explained, "Only people who have given birth can have milk."
"Hyung was lying, it's obvious that brother is also bulging here." Han Yoohyun gently pressed the bulging breasts under his hand with his little palm, "There might be some inside"
"Oh, don't press~" said Han Yoojin, he gently took Han Yoohyun's little palm away. His breasts, which had just begun to develop, were usually very sensitive! It was tender and pressing on them caused a delightful discomfort.
"If my brother doesn't give me milk, it means he doesn't love me," Han Yoohyun said, with a playful pout without any shame.
Han Yoojin had a headache, "Oh my gosh, Hyung really has no milk!"
"I don't believe it," Han Yoohyun said, shaking his head. "Unless you let me suck it."
Han Yoojin knew his little brother would not stop unless he let him suck his milk tonight. "Okay, I'll let you suck it, but you have to be gentle."
"Okay, I'll be gentle."
Han Yoojin gave his pyjamas a little unbutton, just a few buttons. Because it was night and he was sleeping, he didn't wear a chest binder. The buttons were undone, and his small, tender breast meat, like a small steamed bun, came directly into view.
Han Yoohyun reached out and touched the bulging breast meat, his little hand playing with his brother's pink nipple and pinching it a few times. It was so small and soft! He couldn't help but play with it for quite a long time.
"Oh~ stop playing. You need to suck it to see if there is any milk." Han Yoojin held his brother's head to his chest and smiled. "Suck it... Once you know there's no milk, you should go to sleep. Um~" he looked at his baby brother with a loving gaze.
Han Yoohyun playfully pinched the bulging breast with one hand and held the small nipple in his mouth. He first licked it with his soft tongue a few times, and then continued to fiddle with the small nipple after hearing his older brother's muffled moan.
Sometimes he licked, and sometimes he sucked. He knew that his brother's nipples were actually very sensitive. In his previous life, he didn't respond to his manipulation, but as long as he sucked his brother's milk, his brother would definitely respond.
"Oh~ Stop, stop licking, it's weird~ Mmmh..." Han Yoojin felt that his breasts, which usually hurt, became weird after being sucked into his baby brother's mouth. He had an indescribable feeling.
He really wanted to take his sweet little baby brother away, but he held his breasts tightly and sucked on them hard. "Oh, it hurts..." He gave up in pain but he didn't dare pull Han Yoohyun away.
Realizing that his brother was too tired to pull him away. He relaxed and began to suck milk while slowly massaging his brother's breasts, which had been squeezed just now.
He started by sucking the left breast until it was nice and wet, then he switched to the right one. Then he used his fingers to give the other's wet nipples and breasts a lovely massage, and sometimes gave their pink and tender nipples a little pinch, making them tingle with delight.
"Mmh~ Hmm~" Han Yoojin actually felt really comfortable being sucked and massaged by his baby brother. He blushed, "Yoohyun-ahhh, don't suck if you know I don't have milk... Hmm..."
Han Yoohyun opened his mouth, licked the corner of his mouth, and said, "I love sucking my brother's breast, even if it doesn't have milk!" He pestered Han Yoojin like a spoiled child, "Hyung, let me suck, okay? I love you the most, Hyung!"
While his little brother was talking, his small hands never stopped moving. His fingers were so dexterous as they teased his brother's sensitive nipples, and the pink nipples were moved back and forth, becoming harder and harder.
Han Yoojin was at a loss as to how to deal with his brother, who was so good at acting like a spoiled child. He couldn't even begin to guess who he'd learned this from! His brother also played with his breasts so comfortably, which greatly relieved his pain during the development period. After thinking about it, it didn't make any difference, and finally he nodded silently.
"Hyung is so nice. I like you so much." Han Yoohyun threw himself on Han Yoojin's bulging breasts and took them in his mouth to taste them carefully, his eyes twinkling with love.
That night, Han Yoojin fell asleep with a smile on his face, holding his baby brother close. His nipples were always in the mouth of his baby brother, Han Yoohyun, who sucked them from time to time.
to be continued...