"Doyoung," Called out ten. I stopped packing my bag, looking back at him. He seemed to be surprised too as his eyes shifted from me to the baggage I was holding. Quirking his eyebrows he faced me. 

"Aren't you staying for the night?" I shook my head.

"Mom called me. She needed me there, for some sort of meeting." I knew I didn't have to elaborate as he pressed his lips into a thin line. 

"Oh..." was all he whispered as I mumbled a sorry before walking towards the door only to be stopped by him.

"What about Haechan?"

"What about him?" I asked confused.

"Why are you so curious about his case? Why are you constantly defending that kid?" Though confused at first I was quick to realize what ten was inquiring about. It was about my heated talk with Lucas hours before, defending and standing up for him. 

"That's a topic for another day ten."

"Please-"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"C'mon-"

"Fine. He reminds me of my brother." I burst out, unintentionally glaring in the process. My hand tightened around my bag's handle as he gasped. I shifted my eyes to the floor, taking a deep breath in so as to control my emotions. 

"Are you perhaps talking about-"

"Kim Jungwoo. Yes. I'm talking about my brother. My late brother."

Yes, he reminded me of my own brother, Kim Jungwoo. Both of them were really different in their appearance. Jungwoo was even taller and had a broader shoulder compared to Haechan's. But both of them had something in common.

nightmares

Being grown in a not-so-friendly atmosphere Jungwoo depended on me a lot. Having parents who cared about nothing but money, our childhood was trash. He wasn't mentally stable and of course, my dad neglected him. He was ashamed of Jungwoo. He was ashamed to introduce my brother to his business partners.

As we grew and his business expanded he had less time for us, his sole focus being on business. When he was present at the house it most likely leads to fights between mom and him with us witnessing the whole drama. Jungwoo would hide his face in the nape of my neck while I tried to console him.

From a young age, I had made up my mind to protect my brother at all costs. I assisted him everywhere and tried to protect him from the bullies at school, picking on him for his difference. I had always made sure that I was there for him until that one night I was forced to attend a party by my mom.

It was a family party but my mom and dad were on the verge of getting a divorce. She didn't take Jungwoo with us. According to her, he was a 'burden' and she couldn't spend a night with her friends without having to check up on him from time to time. Mom, as expected, got wasted and when we got back we were met with the sight of my brother laying on the floor unconscious.

I, with the help of my mom's Secretary, took him to the hospital only to know that we were too late to save him. I felt like the world was ending. I looked over to my mom being sober and crying over, regretting her decision to not let him come along. But I knew her better. It was all fake. All for publicity. She wanted to be the perfect mom when in reality she wasn't even close to one.

About my dad, a whole different story. He wasn't present there at the time. Soon enough he was captured by the cops and we realized he was the one behind my brother's death. He barged into our house and being drunk as fuck he knocked Jungwoo out. Since the force on his head was too much it affected him. According to the doctors even if he made it alive, he wouldn't have been conscious for the rest of his life. They told us it was better to let him die.

Our parents didn't lose anything. He was arrested and she gained the freedom she wanted by getting divorced and having one of the sons killed. I was the only one who lost my brother, my dear brother. I was the only one who lost my only family.

Till this day she showed no remorse for her doings. Neither did he. And this is the sole reason why I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to serve society and me being a businessman, taking over our company won't help me. Sure she was disappointed but this is for the better. I, for sure, won't let anyone fall into such a situation as my brother did. I will help them, be with them and bring them back to their old selves. Even if it means going against the laws to do a good deed.

"They both have that certain innocence surrounding them Ten. I don't know if you will understand. But looking at Haechan he reminds me of my Jungwoo. That's why I keep defending him. He reminds me of my brother. I don't want to let him have the same fate as my brother."

"Don't cry" he leaned in, wiping away something.

Oh, I was crying?

"you're a man, you shouldn't cry," the awful words of my mom resonated in my head as I balled my fist, heaving in a sigh.

"Take deep breathes and repeat after me, it's okay"

"It's okay"

It's not okay

"I'm okay"

I'm not okay.

"I'll be fine"

I won't be fine.

He hugged before pulling away. Passing me a smile he opened the door for me, with me walking out. I stopped by Haechan's door. Knocking at the door I slowly opened it to see the sight of Haechan lying on the bed. His back was facing me and I sighed before letting the door shut behind me. I walked over to him placing myself on the seat, running my fingers through his hair.

"Sleep tight channie," I said pressing a kiss on his forehead before walking out.

"Mr. Kim" he called out as I halted. I thought he was sleeping. By now he had got up, his back facing the cold wall and his hands clutching his sheets. 

"Are you leaving?" He asked as I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat. I knew for a fact that the kid depended on me. He opened up to me and me only. It hurt me to leave him even for a day. Hopefully, Ten will take over my duties and look after him.

"I'll be here after two days Chan," I said as he hummed, the silence engulfing us.

"I guess bye?" He said unsure as I smiled nodding my head at him.

"Bye. See you on Monday Chan. Behave well. Take your medicines and eat food"

He nodded. I began making my way out of the room. Lucas was standing there in the corner. He seemed as if he was waiting for someone.

"Hyung I was looking for you. Are you leaving?"

I sighed.

"Mom called me. She said it's urgent. Even if I don't keep in contact with her I still have the duty to check up on her."

"Oh. . ." That was all he said. He knew better than to ask more. Patting my shoulder he said," good luck Hyung."

I smiled and nodded. Making my way towards my car I sighed looking back at the building. Two days. You just have to suffer her for two days.

I turned on the ignition and headed off to the city. The grip on the steering wheel was tight, as the Windows were rolled down. The cold wind blew as I bit my lip trying to focus ahead.

Once I saw the familiar gate I drove into the pathway, catching a glimpse of her. Sighing I got out throwing the keys to the security.

"Park it. And make sure to not scratch it." He visibly flinched. My voice was cold and it showed no remorse. Looking back to the woman I saw her standing there in casual attire. My eyebrows creased. Till my thirty years of existence, I've never seen her wear outfits that weren't formal unless they pay a visit.

They are here

"Doyoung what took you so long?", asked her as I pursed my lips, glancing at her saying nothing. As if she got the cue she moved aside welcoming me towards the house. It's been so long since I've stepped inside the house. As soon as I became legal I moved out, not wanting the memories to haunt me forever.

"Doyoung, you came" came an elderly woman's voice as I bowed. I knew whose voice that was. It was my grandmother's voice. The only one I had beside me when Jungwoo left this world. No one, not even the woman called my mom, was there beside me to console me. It was just her and I would forever be thankful to her for that.

"Yes grandma" hugging her tight, I wandered my eyes around only for it to land on the man who was standing across us in the room. I passed a tight smile.

"It's been so long, doyoung-ah," said my grandpa as I bit my lips not saying anything else. Mom who was standing near me gave my shoulder a tight squeeze before patting my back, encouraging me to go to him.

Of course, due to the case and the divorce being filed, my mom was able to get custody of me. However, she wasn't ready to raise a teenager alone. She wanted freedom and for her, I was another burden especially since she had no one with her to raise me and help me get out of my brother's loss.

She threw me to my grandparents and went for a short vacation saying that it was needed. For me, I didn't mind. I needed a break from her, the house, and anything that reminded me of him.

I grew up under the consultation of my grandparents. That's when the desire to be a psychiatrist grew inside me. I didn't want to be cold-hearted like my dad nor did I want to be carefree like my mom. I wanted to be responsible so that I wouldn't make the same mistakes they made. I wanted to take care of them so no one would end up like my brother, neglected and unwanted.

My grandparents, though not really fond of the idea, helped me achieve my dreams. Once I was capable of earning for myself I moved out far away from everyone, not even bothering to let my mom know about it.

However, my pursuit for a career led me to the old abandoned one up in the hills which were run by non-authorized people who included Johnny our co-worker. We couldn't register it in the government as there were many legal issues from the plot of the land to leading such an institution without their authorization for god knows how long. We were all there for a reason, to help others without expecting much profit.

"How have you been kid? You never answer our calls" Grandpa said as I passed him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that. I've been busy lately." He nodded in understanding before hugging me. I eased up as I could feel him smile. He moved back before grabbing my shoulders leading me to the living room.

"Come, we've got a surprise for you"

TBC
That's for this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. And yea this is the continuation of the first chapter.