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My magnum opus was just a bunch of plagiarized texts.
…Was what that idiot librarian said to me.
He went by the name of ‘Kim Dokja’, which was a name that was terribly odd. I first noticed him on my trips to the library with my laptop and notepad. Surrounded by books, I would work on my daily webnovel release. That guy… he was always standing around a certain shelf. Behind thousands of better books there was a novel he would read every time I saw him. It was the most shit novel in the world.
‘Three ways to survive in a ruined world.’
Kim Dokja was probably the author, advertising his work. Though I do agree that there was some similarity between the books, mine was definitely different. Mine was definitely better. Why would a guy like that spend so long reading the same boring novel?
Also, why was he a librarian when he only wanted to read one book?
I studied the expression of the man holding his smartphone. His unstyled black hair was rubbed furiously as he read with an exasperated expression. His eyes looked pissed off. The main character had probably died or something. And then he noticed my presence. Kim Dokja looked at me with a sad expression. I rolled my eyes and looked back to my laptop screen.
「Yoo Joonhyun stared at the dark sky above him. From the place he could never reach, watched the beings that he could never forgive. He made one wish to the sky: “I will kill every single one of you.”」
I cringed while reading the thing I had just written. I deleted ‘He made one wish to the sky’ in the hopes of finding an alternative that sounded better. I looked to the endless shelf for ideas, but noticed the ugly librarian staring at my screen with a look of contempt.
“What are you doing?” I called, flustered. Alright. It was going to start.
“Yoo Joonhyun?” Kim Dokja was emotionless while reading my text. "This is so shameless."
“I’d like to see you try to write a better book!” I made a shooing motion. “And listen, the idea for this novel came to me in a dream!”
Kim Dokja rolled his eyes.
Yeah, this was it. This probably homeless guy clowning on my hard work again… Why did I even come to the library? This happened every time!
“Why do I even come here?” I said out loud. “I don’t even want to see your face and that ten-dollar haircut of yours!!”
I called him ugly in my mind ten thousand times over.
“You’re no beauty either,” Kim Dokja ran his fingers through his hair as if it made him more handsome. His face told a different story, he probably thought that he had said too much.
“You piss me off,” I slammed the laptop down a bit too hard.
Kim Dokja pursed his lips, the I’m-about-to-assault-you-verbally kind, but he said nothing.
The boss battle music I heard in my head was cut off suddenly. Oh shit, we were in a library. A bunch of people were watching us.
Kim Dokja looked at the people. He bowed very slightly. “I’m sorry for the noise, everyone.”
An old lady sneered before looking back at her cook book.
I took one last look at Kim Dokja’s face before turning around to leave the library. Time to go to my second writing place.