Kim Eng: Books Novels & Stories

the older replied, his voice ever so calm and velvety. "Mr. Kim?" "Yes, Jin-ssi." "Which book amongst your many novels is your favorite?" Jun asked. Namgyu smiled, rubbing his chin. "I'll say Body Art." "Hmm, never read it. I don't think I've seen it in the library." "I keep it in my room and reread its chapters whenever I'm bored." "Hmm. What's it about?" "An artist. A Royal artist who works in the king's palace. He is talented and paints the most beautiful portraits in the kingdom. He is admired by many and nobody reaches his talent."

Kim Young Kwang is a nice person, and Han So Eun naturally grew closer to him after their first meeting. They exchange messages, naturally follow each other on social media, and occasionally comment on each other's posts. So Eun learned from their conversation that Young Kwang and So Eun have similar book tastes. Young Kwang enjoys romance novels as well. He tells So Eun about the most unforgettable story he's ever read, which piques her interest. So he suggests she borrow his novel.

"Hi. I'm Kim... from the bookstore." Hearing the word "bookstore", Jake was finally able to recall who this girl was. She worked in the bookstore where he usually bought books to use as references for his writing process... Or painting... an artist gotta do what an artist gotta do to achieve perfection. The internet can't always be trusted. Besides... Jake loved the way this girl called Kim, who worked as a cashier in the bookstore, looked when he bought random books about grave digging, self-made poisons and explosions, guns, and even exorcism. Thinking about it, Jake wanted to laugh.

While Zed could do many wonderful things with his bare hands, Kim mobilized many paid staff to do simple things for him. The door buzzed right away. Kim opened the door, and the same attendant stood in between the door frame. Kim ushered him in to clean up and bring the dishes out. Once the attendant left, Kim picked up his sling bag and put it on his lap. I watched him as he opened it and saw him pulling out a book. It had a glossy cream cover with embossed letters on its surface. I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly.