ALL SHADES OF WRONG || JIKOOK ✅

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JUNGKOOK POV

"Kookie, you have to help me."

I groaned as I read the text message that my brother had sent me late last night.

Nothing good ever came from those words.

Guk might be my identical twin brother but the only thing we had in common were our looks.

Well, sort of.

We both had sunlight blond hair and light brown doe eyes, We were both about five feet seven inches tall and weighed
around seventy kg.

We both had cute noses, compliments of our father and lovely lips, compliments of our mother.

That's kind of where the similarities ended.

Jungguk was flashy.

He was a social bug that actively sought out the limelight, he'd much rather watch a made-for-tv movie than read a book and he had only finished college because our parents had promised him a lot of money if he did.

I on the other hand, avoided crowds like the plague didn't even own a television and I'd attended college on a full ride scholarship and graduated at twenty-three with a PhD in bio engineering.

It had helped that I graduated high school at the young age
of fourteen.

Yes, I was a nerd.

If Guk was desperate enough
to send me a text message, I wasn't going to like what he
had to say.

Considering we hadn't actually spoken a word to each other in over three years, I knew what
I was talking about.

Knowing I had no other choice,
I texted him back.

Maybe I'd get lucky and he only needed money or something.

I had no desire to see him.

"What do you need?"

"What took you so long?" Guk asked.

"This is an emergency."

I sighed.

"You sent the message in the middle of the night."

"I was asleep, what do you want?"

"I need you to come home right away."

Not in this century. There was a reason I lived on the other side of the country from my family.

Besides the fact that my brother was in South Korea and if I was within a thousand miles of him, he'd find some way to fuck up my life, my parents were there and they were just as bad as Guk.

"I can't." I replied.

"I have work."

"Screw your work, This is an emergency."

It was always an emergency
with him.

"What's going on?" I texted back.

"I'm getting married."

I stared at the words for a moment, stunned.

It wasn't so much that I was shocked my brother was getting married but more that he had actually found someone to put
up with his crap.

The word "high-maintenance" was invented for my brother.

"Congratulations."

I found it interesting that I hadn't been told before now but not surprised.

My parents were still upset with me that I decided to stay in
New York City after graduating.

They hated the Big city, They
had even refused to come to
my graduation.