For All I Couldn't Do Chapter 2

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Lee Sungmin (28) is blind and is the sole owner and CEO of Lee Industries. He lives with his brothers, twins Hyukjae and Donghae (20). But, when Cho Kyuhyun, a 16 year old boy with a troubled past, is adopted by Sungmin, how far will things go for a boy with a troubled past and a man just troubled?

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KYUHYUN POV

I never wanted to live in another house but things just ended up happening like that. I lost my parents, my friends, and my family… everything… down to the last penny. I even had to sell the house that my parents had bought and raised me in. I had to scrape the bottom of the barrel just to make it out of the situation that I hadn't even gotten myself into.

Now I was being adopted and being forced to live with some guy in the middle of Seoul in a house that looked like the president of the United States should have been the one to live in it. Instead of living with a guy who… well I really don't know who this guy this guy is and what this guy does for a living.

Still, the house that I'm standing in front is a large house that definitely did not fit in with the busy landscape of Seoul. It looks more like an American house since it's standing alone from the others towering apartments and shops surrounding it. It is white and made of stone, the kind that is rough. It has large windows overlooking the street that made it look like a castle. The door alone was daunting and I was standing in front of it with my suitcase in my right hand and my jacket in my left. It's a huge, wooden, and a dark brown door but both of my hands were plastered to my sides, not wanting to knock. Knocking meant that I accepted defeat and that I gave up on attempts at clearing my parent's names.

Sighing I went for it. Knocking twice, I let my hand fall back to my side. Knocking once would have been flat out rude but three times would have been too nice I didn't even know these people yet.

I know that the house was large but this Sungmin dude could hurry up. I know that I only was standing there for only about 30 seconds but it felt like I was standing there like an idiot for five whole minutes before the door lock clicked and the door swung open revealing a man slightly taller than me.

I knew what this Sungmin guy looked like because when my foster parents told me that I was being adopted they gave me a picture of the guy who was going to be my appa.

The guy was going to be slightly shorter than I was with a slim face and a bright smile. He had blonde hair that made him look like a foreigner and his eyes were a darker brown but not dark enough to make them look black but they were shinning.

The guy that opened the door wasn't Sungmin and according to the file that I read, Sungmin didn't have any immediate family that lived with him.

This Sungmin guy didn't even come to the door and welcome me into the hell that I was now going to call home. Instead a man who I don't even recognize is the one to welcome me in and on top of it this guy looks like he wants to kill me.

"Well, are you going to just stand there?" the man asks me stepping aside so that I could come inside.

I was tempted to say no and just walk away from this place but I don't have a home to go back to not the family or friends would want to take me in.

Walking into the house I notice that the inside was just as nice as the outside. Standing in the foyer the house looked even more like a castle. Everything was either a white or gold color while the entrances to each room was accented with arches and columns that looked like they were made out of marble. The stairs were a soft spiral that went up to a second floor.

Off to my right were the stairs while off to my left was the dining room. The dining room contained the usual things that a dining room would contain, china cabinet, liquor cabinet, chairs and a table, but the table was what really caught my attention. The table was made out of a light colored wood and looked like it barely fit in the room. By the looks of the table it had to fit 16 people.

Even still, the room in front of me was by far the finest room that I have ever seen. Hanging over the fireplace was a large flat screen TV, and there were several large pieces of white furniture including a couch, love seat, and a large cushioned footrest situated around the room. Hanging on either side of the TV though, were large tapestries of what looked like an island looking out over the ocean. Maybe it was some place in Greece or some island in the Bahamas but I'm not sure.

Looking back to the man who welcomed me in, I notice that another man has joined us… as if I didn't feel awkward enough already. Even still, now that there is better light I am able to see the people that welcomed me into my new hell.

The man who opened the door for me, rudely ushering me in, has a rounder face and his hair is a reddish-blonde but it is darker at the roots where his normal hair color, of black, is growing back in. His eyes are a light brown making them look like chocolate while his lips are pink and round.

The second man has a thinner face than the first and his hair is the normal color of black but at certain points when the light hit is just right, his hair looked like it had bits of red in it. His eyes are a dark brown making them look almost black.

Both of their hair styles are longer than the average boy cut making them look like they are in a boy-band… but considering I don't even know who these people are, they just might be. Let me put it in perspective though; if they straightened their hair out fully, they wouldn't be able to see where they were going.

The one who opened the door looked like I was not welcome into the house but instead was forced to welcome me into the house. He acted like he was the owner but I was sure that he was not Sungmin. For all I know he could have been a friend of Sungmin's or I could have had the wrong house. I really hoped that it was the second.

The second guy definitely wasn't the owner of the house. He was just hiding behind the first guy like I was a murder coming to kill him. The two were obviously close but the black haired man was clinging a little too close to the first. He is clinging to the first's shirt like it was a life preserver and that was the only thing that was keeping him alive.

"I'm Hyukjae," said the one with the reddish-blonde hair. He nodded his head towards the man with the black hair clinging to his shirt slightly off to his right, "he's Donghae.

Suddenly the sound of softly creaking steps sounded from my right. Looking I saw someone slowly down the stairs.

The man coming down the stairs has blonde hair that was black along the roots leading me to think that he had not had his hair done in quite some time. He is thin, too thin actually and is clinging to the banister like his legs are too weak to support himself. His arms look like twigs and he is bent over like he's in pain. His cheeks are sunken in and he has scars all over his face like he was at the wrong end of a woodchopper. Everything about this guy was the same as Sungmin except this Sungmin was a lot worse off than the one I had read about, everything except…

His eyes.

In the photo that I saw of Sungmin, he had dark brown eyes but now… where his eyes should have been there was nothing. All that was there were empty eye sockets. He kept his eyes closed but the muscles in the sockets were still working making his eyelids open slightly at random points revealing the empty pink eye socket.

Before this man, who I hoped wasn't Sungmin, was able to make it down five steps the black hair man, Donghae, ran over to him and helped him down the rest of the stairs.

The pair, slowly making their way down the stairs, got me thinking. Why in the world, if this guy was Sungmin, did he adopt me? Why was I being adopted by a blind guy who looked like he could keel over at any minute and die? He probably was doing this just so that he would look good in the eyes of the public. Hell, maybe he was getting money out of it. Now I was really pissed off at this Sungmin guy.

Once the pair reached the bottom of the stairs the man with the blond hair pulls his hand out of Donghae's and carefully makes his way over to Hyukjae and me.

Each of the man's steps was careful and hesitant, but at the same time confident in the sense that he knew where he was going but that was the only thing that was confident about him. Once this man reached us he stops and sort of leans against Donghae while Donghae just keeps a supportive arm around him.

"Hello and welcome," he said but he doesn't stick his hand out for me to shake. "My name is Sungmin, welcome to your new home."

I really didn't think of this as my new home, this was just a person trying to get on the public's good side by adopting a kid.

His voice sounded shaky and pained almost like something was squeezing the life out of him. Taking a step forward his legs went weak underneath him and he stumbles forward. I thought that he was going to fall right into me so I brace myself but when I opened my eyes Hyukjae and Donghae were holding him up.

"Thank you," Sungmin whispered to the two of them before he directed his empty sockets towards me, "I understand you have met my brothers already. The twins can be a bit of a handful but they are harmless. You do not need to worry."

I blinked. I noticed that the two of them were close but I never expected them to be twins. Normally twins had similar names and sure Hyukjae and Donghae were similar but they were cutting it close. Had they had names Hyukhae and Donghae or Hyukjae and Dongjae I would have noticed something but their names were just slightly past the similar stage.

"Did you just adopt me for your image?" I asked Sungmin, my eyes cold although I know he couldn't see them. "Are you that stupid that you adopted me when you obviously can't take care of yourself?"

Sungmin just smile at me, his eyes opening and closing without him seeing anything. At least his smile was the same as in the photo that I saw of him.

"Donghae, will you please take me back to my room and Hyukjae, please show Mr. Cho to his room."

"Sure hyung," Donghae says as he takes Sungmin's arm and leads him carefully back up the stairs leaving me alone with Hyukjae.

"Grab your things and follow me," Hyukjae snaps, his voice hollow and cruel.

Now I was certain, this new place I was going to call home was definitely going to be hell.

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So the second chapter is finally up! I know that I keep doing other people's POV but I don't plan on doing that for the whole story.

I know that I am going to do at least one chapter for each character so that you can get a look inside their head but other than that the chapters will be written in 3rd person POV.

I hope that you like it so far. I'm really working hard on it.

Reviews are always welcome for comments, reviews, and questions.

Look forward to next week!

.:Ji:.