Writer Kim | KTH ff

04 - Writer Kim

“Between the pages of a book is a lovely peace to be”

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Oh Eun ji’s POV :

There was an inexplicable pull, a strange attraction I hadn’t felt in years. The name “Writer Kim” seemed to linger in the air, wrapped in mystery, carrying an aura I couldn’t quite place. It stirred something in me—something I couldn’t ignore.

“Oh Eun Ji! This is the last time I’m calling your name. The crowd is starting to fill in—let’s go!” Lisa’s frustrated voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm and dragged me through the towering shelves of books.

My eyes roamed through the column which was titled as “Fiction”, my hands caressing through each cover of the Book, feeling the rough edges. My hand stopped in mid, the side of the Book said “Twisted”.

I was amused by seeing the book in this corner of the library, these are not the ones to be kept in libraries and recently published ones, impossible. I thought that someone purposefully kept it here.

“Interesting”, I told myself, holding the book in my hands, I started feeling the coldness of the Book.

Someone tapped my back, I turned around only to witness Lisa with a wide smile on her face. “What's with your face?” I pushed her aside, laughing to myself upon her cuteness.

“What was your book for this week?” Lisa asked, her eyes desperately waiting for my answer. “Don't know, found this, let me see the author and decide.” I told flipping the Book for a nicer view.

I had an unusual habit when it came to books. While most people would glance at the cover or read the blurb to decide, I always looked for the author’s name first.

There was something about it—an unspoken story hidden in each name, a feeling that stirred deep within me the moment I saw it. Every name carried a weight, a sense of mystery that only I seemed to notice.

“Definitely not a coincidence,” I muttered under my breath, feeling a strange chill crawl down my spine as I stared at the author’s name. In bold, golden letters, it read: Writer Kim.

For a moment, I stood frozen, torn between curiosity and hesitation. My mind raced, unsure whether I should continue reading this book or put it back. Something about it unsettled me, yet I couldn’t pull myself away.

I flipped through the pages, the author’s note wasn't even there, I searched for the Prologue but it was…. Just a quote? “What's with this author?” I told, but a bit loud for Lisa to hear.

“What is it?” Lisa asked, not even glancing up from the book she was flipping through.

“No author’s note, no prologue... just a single quote,” I replied, still staring at the page in disbelief.

“Interesting,” Lisa murmured, her voice barely audible as she remained absorbed in her own book.

My eyes widened as I read the quote, my breath hitching, suddenly uneven. Memories I had long buried began to creep back into my mind, uninvited and relentless.

"And I loved, loved alone. In the silence of my heart, the echoes of my love filled the silence, I remained, unseen - always waiting for the love in return”