Thomas presented Minho with his ticket to ComicCon the same night his publisher threw a huge party for Ava, celebrating her books second month on the best seller list. There were many great speeches about how Minho's illustrations were a big part of the book's success and many toasts and Minho loved it all.

Nothing, however, lived up to Thomas kneeling before him with an earnest look on his face, tickets being presented as if they were a rare jewel. He has said yes immediately of course.

They arrived on the convention floor early and took a walk around hand in hand. Slowly the place began to fill with people. Thomas's somewhat VIP status got them in where they wanted to go but it was still a terrible crush.

They walked around for a while aimlessly, taking in the general chaos, until they arrived in front of the room where the WICKD panel was to be held. Thomas checked his watch. "I have to head in there." He said.

"I'll be right in the front row." Minho assured him, and with a smile and a kiss they parted ways.

The panel went well. There were so many questions directed at Thomas that he hadn't even prepared for but he handled it all beautifully. About half way through, Minho noticed a small boy a few seats down staring at him.

He was grasping the hand of an older boy who looked so much like him it must be his brother but the little boy's eyes were fixed on Minho. After a few minutes of this, he slid off the seat, tore his hand away from his brother's and headed straight for Minho.

His brother was whispering loudly at him "Todd, get back here!" he hissed.

"You'd better go back over there, little buddy." Minho said, just as the older boy stood and walked at a crouch to fetch him.

"You're in my book." The little boy said.

"Your book?" Minho asked, crouching down to get at the kid's eye level.

"The Good Beetle!" he said. Minho's eyes widened. That was Ava's book. He had vaguely remembered being asked to send in a picture for the back cover. Thomas had wallowed in mock disappointment when he wouldn't let him send in one of Minho in only his sweatpants. He told Thomas that a picture he had taken standing on the bed and looking down at him wasn't appropriate for a children's book.

Anyway he was surprised the little boy recognized him. "Right you are." He said, offering his hand to the boy. "I'm Minho." He said simply. It was that time that the older boy reached him and pulled him back to their seat.

Minho refocused on the panel. When it was over the little boy, Todd, came back toward him. This time with his older brother in tow.

"I'm Kyle." The teen said. "Todd says you drew the pictures for his favorite book."

"So it seems." Minho said and took the kid's offered hand. "It's nice to meet you." Then he kneeled in front of the boy. "And very nice to meet you." He said.

Todd threw his short arms around Minho and, after a moment's shock, he returned the hug. Kyle pulled a copy of The Good Beetle out of his backpack and handed it to Todd, whispering something to him.

"Will you sign my book, Mr. Minho?" he asked.

"Of course." Minho said and took the book and the marker that Kyle offered him and signed his name neatly on the title page.

The two boys thanked him and said their goodbyes just as Thomas found him.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"A fan." Minho said.

"Here?" Thomas said. "Talk about your crossover."

"Yeah." Minho said absently. "Let's go see if we can meet John Boyega." Thomas laughed and they headed back to the convention floor again.