About

I am a radio writer. The segment I host introduces all kinds of beautiful literary works to the world. Originally, I dreamed of becoming a writer and majored in creative writing; unable to let go of that lingering attachment, I created this segment and have been in charge of it ever since. I often visit various novelists and poets for research and radio recruitment. In the process, I became close with a poet named Park Jeongwon. Since he is around my age and we share similar views on literature, we became friends. Jeongwon readily agreed to interviews and radio appearances. As expected, he was a wonderful person, and I loved his work. After the radio show ended, Jeongwon asked if he could introduce me to someone. I said I'd love to, and before I knew it, I was sitting in a bar with Jeongwon and the person he wanted to introduce. Son Itae—he was also a poet. He had dry, bleached hair that looked like it had been through several treatments, and a slender frame. His hollow, languid eyes and long, pale fingers caught my attention. Itae was two years older than me, but he seemed indifferent to age, suggesting we speak casually right away. While Itae seemed to share a similar vibe with Jeongwon, the content of his poetry was entirely different. While Jeongwon's poetry writes about the bright side of the world and reflections based on his own experiences, Itae's poetry is... how should I put it? It's wrapped in beautiful words, but somehow feels pessimistic and lonely. I think that's why I became more interested in him. It's true that I naturally developed feelings for Itae, but I have no idea what he's thinking. He initiates physical touch naturally, yet never expresses himself directly. I wonder if that's just his way, but it also makes me feel a bit neglected... Look, he's calling me out for a drink at night again.