I WAS MADE FOR YOU

CHAPTER - 1

Beomgyu's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of the door clacked shut downstairs, I heard my stepfather's laugh, a trolley pushed and my stepmother's chuckles. They sound delighted today.

"Beomgyu, come down!" I slowly pushed my body off the bed with effort since these weak arms of mine haven't been strong since my fever struck yesterday. Slipping on my slippers, I headed downstairs with my swollen eyes due to my deep slumber that lasted for twelve hours today.

"You slowpoke, hurry up and help my son with his luggage upstairs." Ordered my stepdad like he always did, that same despise in his tone towards me sting less day by day.

My eyes met the boy's and took myself time for a breather. His eyes were as if it got deprived of so many lights and jovial instances of life. Lost. They look lost and numb. They were on edge as if they never learned to trust nor love anything in this world.

"Hurry up." My stepdad barked again which I reacted to fastly. My hands gripped the telescopic handle of his black luggage but his rather quick hands grabbed mine, making me look at him and him at me.

"No need." His coarse voice vibrated lowly, as rough as a sandpaper. He doesn't want to be here either, I could read.

"Alright, alright" His father tapped on his shoulders and both of them made their way up the stairs. Before I could follow, a hand on my shoulder stopped my movements.

"To Taehyun's preference, I will make a beef broth. Don't complain." informed my stepmother with her sharp eyes, to which I nodded.

Beef. I can't stand beef. They know it too well. Nevertheless, what of a say do I have in this household since my mother had died? None. Therefore, I chose to just let it pass as I made my way up. If I starve or not, it will never be their problem.

"Well, this is the room for now. You must share it with Beomgyu, but, I promise that it will be all yours after I finish with the antique room, alright?"

The antique room. Dark and have only one window, unused for many years. It made me grip my fingers as I overheard him leaving me out like always.

I approached the two inside the room, watching them unpack. His father has a wide smile on his face which I had never seen in five years talking to his son. But, it dropped as soon as he saw me.

"What are you doing there? Help." He threw one shirt at my chest which I held onto. "How inconsiderate. Your brother here is tired from his travel and you won't lend a helping hand?" glaring straight at my figure.

With no argument needed, I kneeled down and folded the shirt he threw at me, placing it nicely on his son's bed.

"No need to be loud, it's annoying." The son spoke to which his father nervously chuckled to.

"Ahh right, you must be tired to hear my complaints to this young punk over here. I'll leave you alone and let you be." His business smile slipped off from his cheeks once they reached my direction again, despise clear in his face seeing me. "Help him with everything, got it?" His unpleasant voice ordered to which I nodded once more and he left the room.

I took my time to take every word he said to the gutter and flush them from my brain. All that hatred and all that loathe he has towards me, I let them submerge deep in my mind so that it won't affect me too much. With deep breaths, I calmed down and watched the quiet boy putting away his things from the trolley.

"Let me help." I smiled tinily at him.

"No need." His eyes never bothered to meet my direction.
"Don't touch anything."