“Ah, ahaha. Yes, of course, I should stand in line as well. I just decided to say hello to you first...” Yang Beom-Shik scrambled for an excuse while looking around him. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple.1

“Then let’s see, the line… do I go that way?”2

“I-I think so. Sir, let’s go this way.” The civil servants accompanying Yang Beom-Shik turned pale instantly. The group that had fallen into disgrace hurried to the end of the line as if running away from the scene.0

Ha Jae-Gun finished the autograph he was signing. When he looked up, he saw the stunned expression on his reader’s face.0

“Here you go.”0

“Ah… Yes.” The reader took back their book, astonished by Ha Jae-Gun's firm and decisive side of Ha Jae-Gun. The side Ha Jae-Gun had shown just now was entirely different from his calm and gentle side on TV.1

“T-thank you. I’ll enjoy it, Writer Ha.”0

“Thank you as well. Goodbye.” Ha Jae-Gun was still smiling brightly as usual. 0

However, chills went down the spine of the staff of the bookstore who had been standing next to Ha Jae-Gun. They had no idea that Ha Jae-Gun could be quite scary despite an indifferent face.2

“Hello, Writer Jae-Gun. Please help me sign this and take a photo with me.”0

“Sure. Can...0