[Cover Feature] Even So, the Heart Grows scrap
by Lee Kkoch-nim
Translated by Kim Soyoung
May 29, 2025
I used to feel a certain pity whenever I thought about teenagers. Some might see adolescence as the most dazzling, beautiful time of life, but for me, it was the most anxious and lonely. Some people think growing up is easy—that time simply passes and, with it, growth naturally follows. But growing up is no simple task. Nothing worthwhile in life comes easily, and growth is no exception. Perhaps that is why so much young adult literature pays careful attention to the struggles of youth.
The teenagers I met, however, made me realize how misguided and limited my perspective had been. Without meaning to, I had viewed teenagers as a reflection of my own past, assuming that, like my younger self, they too must be going through a tough time. Yet many of the teens I met and spoke with, though still in the midst of adolescence, were brimming with remarkable thoughts. They reflected deeply on their own lives and lived by philosophies of their own. They knew how to devote time to what they loved, and how to follow through with their responsibilities. They could smile through worry, and even after sinking into despair, they would spring back to their feet. They were far more impressive than I ever was at their age.
Knowing that these young people would shape the future was deeply moving and filled me with gratitude. After my first close interaction with teenagers, I have tried to meet them whenever time allows. Their stories are as diverse as they are: some dropped out of school to live according to their own standards, while others endured bullying or family hardships. It is easy to assume that young people who carry pain must have a troubled or shadowy side—but that was not the case at all. Far from being defeated or broken, they were growing stronger by quietly putting down roots for themselves. And every time I met someone like that, I couldn’t help but feel small and humbled in their presence. As just another adult, I felt unworthy of talking about such marvelous young people. Watching these teenagers grow into individuals far more grounded than I had ever been at their age filled me with a sense of gratitude and awe. And as I wrote their stories, everything grew larger—my perspective, my heart, and my universe.
My early work I Will Cross Time for You tells the story of a girl whose life unfolds through a series of miraculous events. Framed within the context of her family, it focuses mainly on the individual and her family environment, rather than addressing society at large. Since then, my writing has gradually expanded in scope. Another of my novels, Good Luck Is Coming to You, tells the story of a teenager who, after enduring abuse, chooses to save herself for the sake of the friends who try to protect her. In fact, Good Luck Is Coming to You is the work that had the greatest impact on me as a writer. The kids I met while working on it left a deep echo within me and offered profound insight. Looking back, the very process of creating the story was, in many ways, the greatest “luck” that came my way.
What struck me most about the teenagers I met while working on the story was their approach to supporting a friend who was experiencing abuse. Rather than viewing this friend as “someone going through something out of the ordinary” or keeping theirdistance, they simply held to the perspective, “No matter what you’re going through, you’re still my friend.” At the same time, they made no effort to hide their desire to protect them.
Looking back, I realize how truly admirable these kids were, and even now, the memory moves me to tears. My conversations with them have left a deep and lasting impact on me. These students seemed to be ordinary teenagers; nothing about them particularly stood out. And yet, to me, they seemed like heroes. Wanting to capture that quality just as I experienced it, I worked hard to create the most “ordinary and unremarkable” protagonist I could for Good Luck Is Coming to You. I wanted to place an average character at the center of a story built around a serious theme like child abuse, to convey that anyone can become a victim, and just as easily, anyone can be a lifeline for someone living with pain.
If my earlier works centered on the protagonist’s personal journey—how the “I” grew and how that growth benefited “I” as an individual—starting with Good Luck Is Coming to You, the narrative scope broadens. The personal growth of the “I” begins to ripple outward, influencing “us.” While writing stories like this one, where children become each other’s salvation, I felt the need to explore something starkly contrasting. After all, some lives unfold in entirely different ways, and to know that and still choose not to write about them felt, in a way, like lying to the young readers of YA fiction.
The Girl You Want to Kill was born out of that conviction. While I was outlining the story, a term kept surfacing in the media: “fake news.” Of course, rumors or hearsay have always existed, but the phrase “fake news” was not a familiar part of public discourse before that. To be honest, at the time I was thrown into uncertainty. Even when reporting on the same event, media outlets would craft their narratives differently depending on their values, then accuse one another of spreading fake news. We’d moved from an era of simply consuming news and media into one where we had to fact-check information ourselves and decide which perspectives to take. In such a confusing time for adults, I couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like for teenagers.
The chaos of conflicting information split the world in two. Sides were drawn, and it was as if everything had to be either black or white. In a society so divided, teenagers were bound to feel the strain too. In fact, since they were particularly attuned to social media and the constant flow of information, they were affected even more deeply than adults. Social media became an amplifier of their anxieties—in the past, kids might have been compared to the top student in the neighborhood or their mom’s friend’s son. Now, they were measuring themselves against the top 0.1 percent of the world’s most exceptional lives. Some misguided adults seized on this moment to present the lifestyles of the top one percent as if they were the norm. In doing so, they urged kids to believe they needed to reach that level, placing them on an impossibly unfair scale. As teenagers began splitting and taking sides like the adults around them, the world was gradually turning into one defined by hatred.
The Girl You Want to Kill tells the story of a teenager living in a world steeped in hostility. The protagonist, Juyeon, appears from the outside to lead a perfect life, but in truth, she is a lonely girl with nowhere she can truly rest her heart. When her only close friend dies unexpectedly, people grow suspicious of her, their accusing glances and whispered allegations propelling the story toward its climax. In depicting Juyeon as a girl who ultimately can’t even trust herself, I wanted to evoke a deep sense of unease in the reader. I also portrayed the adults around her not as sources of support, but as figures who further destabilize her at a time when she has yet to grow strong enough to stand firmly on her own. This is another expansion of the story’s scope: it begins to show private struggles being shaped not only by friends and school but by society at large. Yet the society depicted here doesn’t intervene in a just or responsible way. Instead, people hide behind anonymity, spinning convincing narratives; they accept stories from uncertain sources as truth; and they pursue their own interests with no regard for the lives of others. In this way, I sought to capture an era dominated in every way by hatred.
Additionally, I deliberately refrained from spoon-feeding readers the answers, instead inviting them to think, question, and even doubt the protagonist—just as the protagonist is doubted by others. I never reveal what the “real truth” is. Through this approach, I hoped to reflect the raw uncertainty of our times without softening or simplifying it. I wanted to show that any one of us could become a perpetrator, and to ask young readers how they might choose to navigate this terrifying era of hatred. The teenagers I know possess astonishing wisdom and intelligence. That’s why I believe that if we simply pose the right questions, they’ll arrive at their own best answers.
To be honest, even as I say all this, I believed The Girl You Want to Kill would end up being a deeply unsettling novel, and thus be shunned by readers. Still, I chose to write it because I felt that even if people turned away from it, there was a world of difference between a story simply sitting on a shelf and one that never existed at all. And yet, I was also afraid it might become a book that vanished into obscurity. What amazed me was that, contrary to my fears, young readers embraced The Girl You Want to Kill. And just as I’d hoped, they began responding with their own answers to the questions I had posed. That gave me incredible confidence. Without that experience, I don’t think I could have written my next novel.
The book that followed, Of Course, I . . . You, was another unflinching work. It revealed the darker shades of love to teenagers who are just beginning to experience their rosy early romances. The phrase “first love” evokes images of innocence and tenderness, but not everyone’s first love is so sweet. We too often romanticize it, highlighting only its softer, more beautiful aspects. Of Course, I . . . You is a story about teenage love that is far from innocent or lighthearted. Instead, it focuses on the toxic dynamics that can emerge when love grows between people who are not yet fully mature. Using the theme of gaslighting, I wanted to illustrate that love cannot and must not be used to control another person, and that any one of us could become either perpetrator or victim. Phrases like “we’re dating, so you belong to me” may seem harmless, but they can conceal real danger. With this book, I wanted to say that truly loving someone means seeing them as they are, in their entirety. And at the same time, it means affirming that you, just as you are, are worthy of being wholly loved. More than anything, I hoped my readers would go on to seek love that is genuine and safe.
My readers and I have grown alongside each other—or rather, they’ve guided my growth. Whenever I took a step, they were already two steps ahead, beckoning me onward. I followed their lead and wrote my stories accordingly. However, after writing The Girl You Want to Kill and Of Course, I . . . You back-to-back, I found that my heart had grown weary. Perhaps, without realizing it, I’d leaned too heavily on my young readers as I wrote.
An anxiety I couldn’t name began to choke me until I found myself unable to write at all. By then, I was mentally exhausted. Nothing excited me anymore—not even the sight of spring flowers in bloom could lift my spirits. Even when I smiled, I felt an emptiness deep inside. But what unsettled me most was the realization that writing wasn’t fun anymore. It took me quite some time to understand that I was experiencing what people call “burnout.”
Writing had always made me feel alive. Pouring all my emotions, no matter what they might be, into a piece and bringing it to completion gave me a distinct sense of fulfillment, like reaching the summit after a long, steep hike. But when writing stopped bringing me joy, I had lost both my favorite hobby and my greatest skill. Part of my heart shattered, and the pieces slowly drifted away. The fear that nothing would ever fill that emptiness again clung to me.
I had to do something about this nameless anxiety and emptiness that had taken hold of me; I needed to understand why it was happening. But foolishly, instead of searching for the cause, I poured all my efforts into simply trying to chase the emptiness away. I traveled, met friends, and spent all day binge-watching TV and movies, all the while wondering what I might get up to next. I deliberately distanced myself from books and writing, but the more I avoided them, the more I felt like an empty shell. I refused to acknowledge this feeling and lied to myself that everything was getting better. That seemingly endless state continued for about a month. Then one day in May, as if I was waking from a dream, it went away. That day, I rediscovered my reason for choosing to write for young readers, and glimpsed the path forward.
The springtime light of May poured down on everything, and the pale green leaves, newly unfurled, rustled and shimmered so brightly I could hardly keep my eyes open. That day, a group of middle school students in uniform passed by in the sunlight. Their laughter, so loud and carefree, lit up everything around them, and in that moment even the breeze felt softer. It’s a scene I will never forget. Watching those students, radiant simply by being, brought back my smile. The heart I thought had cracked and could never hold anything again, no matter what I tried, began to fill as if no part of it had ever broken. That’s when my mind stirred: I wanted to write. Stories came rushing in like waves—stories of those laughing kids, stories of a youth shimmering clear and bright, like the first days of early summer.
The book born of that moment was Taking a Bite out of Summer. In that novel, I wanted those children—tender, pale green leaves just beginning to grow—to remain sheltered. The teens in this story still carry their own pain, but the biggest change this time was the role of the adults. While my earlier works mostly focused on the process of young people coming to their own realizations, in Taking a Bite out of Summer, I wanted to show that beside every child is someone quietly looking out for them. That no one grows up entirely alone. That no one becomes who they are without someone, somewhere, caring for them. Even if that care is perhaps too subtle to recognize, it still finds its way in and helps them grow, if only a little. More than anything, I wanted the book to offer a warm, consoling message to readers.
If someone were to ask me how a teenager becomes an adult, I would say they grow like trees in the summer. Yes, like freshly sprouted leaves, teenagers flutter wildly in the lightest breeze. But still, they grow into tall, sturdy trees. Sometimes they move me, sometimes they surprise me, but they always speak with such strength and spirit. Early summer, pale green leaves, the soft wind that stirs them, the warm sunlight—these are what adolescence is made of.
Everyone who’s growing carries early summer within them. It must be unbearably hot and uncomfortable to bear the weight of the blazing sun, but knowing that early summer, as always, will stay green and shine in full brilliance, I can’t help but find their struggles both heartrending and admirable. Anyone who’s lived through summer knows that it raises all life with fierce determination, and that children, who seem like they’ll stay young forever, inevitably grow.
It was the thought of them that gave me the strength to write again. Because writing a story about a tree you know will surely grow will always be a joyful thing.
Translated by Kim Soyoung
Lee Kkoch-nim won the Munhakdongne Young Adult Literature Award with I Will Cross Time for You. Her works have been translated and published into many languages including Spanish, Italian, Turkish, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, and Russian.
Korean Works Mentioned:
Lee Kkoch-nim, I Will Cross Time for You (Munhakdongne, 2018)
이꽃님, 『세계를 건너 너에게 갈게』 (문학동네, 2018)
Lee Kkoch-nim, Good Luck Is Coming to You (Munhakdongne, 2020)
이꽃님, 『행운이 너에게 다가오는 중』 (문학동네, 2020)
Lee Kkoch-nim, The Girl You Want to Kill (Woorischool Publishing, 2021)
이꽃님, 『죽이고 싶은 아이』 (우리학교, 2021)
Lee Kkoch-nim, Of Course, I . . . You (Woorischool Publishing, 2023)
이꽃님, 『당연하게도 나는 너를』 (우리학교, 2023)
Lee Kkoch-nim, Taking a Bite out of Summer (Munhakdongne, 2023)
이꽃님, 『여름을 한 입 베어 물었더니』 (문학동네, 2023)
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