Kim Woon-hak at 11 o'clock at night
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I was sitting by the window in the library, but I couldn't read the bookshelf in front of me at all.
Even though the words were lined up in a straight line, Unhak's gaze kept sliding over them.
The page remained frozen in place for a long time, the pen spinning between my fingers.
Even after reading a few lines, I would eventually find myself looking out the window. The sky was clear, but my heart felt heavy.
I kept thinking about the comment springletter left on the live broadcast yesterday.
— springletter: DJ, thanks to you, I'm smiling again today. Thank you always.
In fact, the words themselves should have been innocuous.
Aren't there similar words that I always leave behind?
But strangely enough, that sentence stuck in my mind like a thorn.
That ID now occupied the first comment on the broadcast, and the DJ responded with a bright smile and a thank you.
That laughter felt unfamiliar to me.
Was it the voice of DJ that I liked?
Or is it the person called ‘older sister’ sitting in front of me right now?
The moment DJ and my older sister overlapped, the answer seemed clear,
Suddenly everything was shaken up when I saw a new fan fill that spot.
김운학
“Was I just a listener?”
The words I had been swallowing came out of my mouth without me realizing it.
“What did you say?”
My older sister, who was studying across from me, raised her head and looked at me.
The look in his eyes seemed like simple curiosity, but for a moment, my heart sank.
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“Oh, no.”
I quickly picked up my pen, forced a smile, and mumbled my words.
김운학
“I was just… a little sleepy. I was mumbling to myself.”
My sister nodded and turned her gaze back to the laptop screen.
After that brief moment, the air felt somehow heavier.
My fingertips continued to tremble, and the words I had just spoken seemed to ring in my ears.
Even as night fell, my heart did not calm down.
Finally, out of habit, I turned on my phone and connected to the radio.
When the DJ's voice flowed through the speakers, a feeling of relief washed over me at first.
But when springletter's message appeared again in the comment window, my heart started to pound again.
— springletter: The sound of the wind and your voice blend well together today. Thanks to you, my day ends lightly.
Every time springletter's words appeared in the comments section, my fingers hesitated on my phone for no reason.
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I'll just listen today.
After those brief words, I couldn't write anything.
But I realized it only after I turned off the broadcast.
It's not that I didn't leave a comment, it's that my heart ran away.
I was afraid to share a laugh, so I no longer had the courage to reveal my feelings there.
The lights were off in the room, and the night breeze was blowing through the window.
The teddy bear in the tumbler on the desk caught my eye.
I stared blankly, then quietly muttered to myself.
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“What do I really want? Is it the DJ, or…?”
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“Could it be my older sister?”