Overture
Chemistry to DorkdomYujin is your name.
Yongguk is your half-brother.
You like wearing your dead brother's clothes.
All is not well.
But, maybe Youngjae can help.
Looking back on it, falling in love with you had been a little bit inevitable.
At the time, though, you’d just been another awkward new kid perpetually stuck at the bottom of the high school food chain. With your long black hair and paint splattered clothes, you were the very picture of a halfhearted teenage rebellion. You walked around with an indolent tune, and though you answered every question correctly when called on in class, you did so with an air of impassivity that set Youngjae's teeth on edge.
You were the farthest thing from Youngjae's type, and the way Youngjae's traitorous heart fluttered in his chest when you made eye contact with him over a flask of hydrochloric acid was mere coincidence. Really. Someone please believe him…
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