IV - Time-traveling

YOUNGJAE POV

Mark lead me inside the creepy bayou. I was greeted by what would've been a Greek God, if only he didn't wear this appalling suit. It looked like he had to get married to someone. "Hellooo~Sweetie" He happily chirped. I flinched when he got all touchy with me, from the face to my um... forget that, just know that he was touching me everywhere.

"Wait here" He said, going away for a moment. I sighed, looking at the macabre place. It was like Hogwarts, only that it wasn't a school.

I took the opportunity to call Zelo. A woman answered. "Hello?" "Hello, ma'am, may I talk to Choi Junhong?" "Of course, he'll be here in a moment." I waited for a few seconds, then heard Zelo's familiar voice. "Hello?" He asked in that deep voice. "Hello, Mr. Choi? It's me, Yoo Youngjae" I said. "Mr. Yoo—or Youngjae—What's wrong?" He seemed worried, because that was how I answered the phone. "Um... my dating partner... I think you're mistaken..." Now Zelo was really getting worried. "Who's your partner?" He asked anxiously. "Um... It's a certain Nam Ho—" "NAM HOSEOK, THE LOON?!" He yelled. Okay, I was really starting to panic. I could hear Jongup whisper "Damn, Zelo, tell him that Daehyun isn't mentally ill." Okay, now I was frightened. "I mean, congrats, you got Nam Hoseok!" He faked excitement. "Just be a little careful. He's just a teeny weeny disturbed. No biggie, just be careful when he time travels." Oh . He hung up without saying goodbye, and 'Hoseok' came back with a white frilly dress in his hands.

"My wifey, wear this dress!" He said, giving me the dress. "I'm Jung Daehyun, your future husband." He introduced himself to me in a flirtatious way. I pushed him away, disgusted. "Jung Daehyun is just fine for an introduction. I'm Yoo Youngjae." I coldly shook his middle finger (we almost shook hands, but I didn't want the Jung germs on my flawless skin). "I thought you were Nam Hoseok...?" I asked, his name did not match his profile. "Oh, that. Fake ID, I work in the Anti-FBI" He said. I blinked hard. Oh, did I mention that he couldn't keep his hands off me? I ducked everytime his dirty-thinking body makes contact with my uncontaminated physique. Until he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me in the air. "Hey, let go of me