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01. Wonwoo

Wonwoo, 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. Wooshik might be my identical twin brother, but the only thing we had in common was our looks.

Well, sort of.

We both had sunlight blond hair and light brown eyes. We were both about five feet eleven inches tall and weighed around a hundred and thirty-five pounds. We both had straight, sharp noses, compliments of our father, and plush lips, compliments of our mother.

That's kind of where the similarities ended.

Wooshik 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 Wooshik 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?" Wooshik asked the moment he picked up my call. "This is an emergency."

I sighed. "You sent the message in the middle of the night. I was asleep. Now, 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 on the West Coast 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 Wooshik.

"I can't," I replied. "I have work."

"Screw your work, Wonwoo. This is an emergency."

It was always an emergency with Wooshik.

"What's going on?"

"I'm getting married."

I let the words linger in my head 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 East Coast. They had even refused to come to my graduation.

I had been thrilled.

Granted, they were pretty happy that I wasn't living at home because they were basically ashamed of my very existence, but they also didn't like not having me under their thumb.

"When is the happy day?"

"Saturday," Wooshik replied. "That's why I need you to come home."

"Saturday? This Saturday? Like, two days from now?"

"Yes, so you need to get here. I can't get married without you here."

I didn't think I was going to get out of this.