“I don’t know how you can read this stuff?” Zelo said, thumbing through D.H Jung’s most recent novel. “All this lovey dovey stuff makes me wanna puke.” 

“No one’s asking you to.” Youngjae replied, rolling his eyes as he snatched the book away from the gangly blonde seated beside him. “But I need some moral support so I don’t chicken out!” The brunette shrugged, glancing down at the clock on his phone for what was probably the millionth time since they’d arrived at the bookstore.

 Thirty minutes....

Thirty minutes and he’d finally meet D.H Jung, his favorite author and love of his life. Youngjae normally wasn’t one for romance novels, but there was just something about the young author’s writing that had him hooked. D.H wrote about love that he could only dream of! The fact that D.H was also incredibly attractive only helped support the male’s ridiculous fantasies.