Chapter 1: Regret and Return
My Crush Is Completely, Utterly Screwed.
Every single one of them.
What even is a crush, anyway? It’s a one-sided affair—love that blooms in the void between people.
And all of mine? All of my crushes had one thing in common.
They were all my brother’s friends.
My brother was the kind of person who looked like he’d stepped out of a drama—or maybe an idol group. He had the looks, the brains, and the kind of effortless talent that made people seethe with envy. Every time he went out, he came back with a stack of business cards. No joke, even our parents casually asked if he’d ever considered becoming an actor.
He was one of those people who didn’t have to try. He aced his classes, crushed it in sports, drew like a pro, played instruments like he was born with them. He’d pick something up once and somehow know it better than people who studied for years.
...Not that I’m here to brag about him.
The point is, for whatever reason—maybe like attracts like—he had really hot friends. Stunning, model-tier guys he’d bring home without warning. I still remember the first time he brought two of them over after starting elementary school. I was so shocked I thought my brain short-circuited.
“You’re Dohoon’s little brother?”
“You’re kinda cute.”
“You look nothing like him.”