“If you want to talk about your pain, come to JSKL”
A journey of recovery where we meet each other at the edge of life's cliff and start again!
A heartwarming story about the suffering of young people that the world needs to know more about.

“If you email me the reason why you want to die, I will help you.
“Femena DMs are also welcome.” When K posts this on SNS, an email arrives shortly.
'I really want to die.
Why was I born into a house like this?', 'Are you really helping me die? I want to end this suffering.', 'I really need to die.
There is no reason to live'

『ㅈㅅㅋㄹ』, where Soyou, who wants to be called by her parents by her name even just once, Gyeongsik, who wants to protect her mother, who she loves the most in the world, and K, who checks Jㅅㅋㄹ's email every day to save the lives of countless Soyous and Gyeongsiks in the world, stand together and lead each other to heaven, is facing the pain of marginalized youth that we have turned away from.
It also honestly shows the process of healing and maturing through solidarity among themselves, and seriously asks what the role of our society and adults is.

The author was able to write a book on such serious topics because he has been closely involved with the pain of young people for a long time.
The author, who had already published several noteworthy essays under the name Oh Seon-hwa, wrote her first novel under the pen name Oh Haru, aiming to portray the issues facing young people in a more honest and free manner.
I also wanted to show through the novel that their problems are not personal problems, but problems of our society.
“When I look at the lives of the young people I meet, it’s hell itself.
But I have witnessed countless miracles of young people coming together and healing each other's pain.
Even hell can become heaven if we are together.
Even pain can turn into laughter.
The author's intention of saying, "I wanted to express that story in the novel" is fully contained in the novel's meticulous and affectionate sentences.
The scenes where the main characters, who are about to choose death because 'there is no hell worse than this', gradually heal each other's pain and grow are all the more heartbreaking and touching.

The solidarity of youth depicted in 『ㅈㅅㅋㄹ』, which was selected as a '2022 Small and Medium Publishing Company Publishing Content Creation Support Book', will be a meaningful comfort and gift to youth who are hurt by adults' prejudice, indifference, and violence, and to adults who want to cherish and protect those youth.

As usual, K said goodbye to his aunt and left the house, saying he was going to the reading room.
I went straight to Starbucks, sat down at my assigned seat, and opened my laptop.
There were no new emails.
It was a good thing.
Because the story is that there is no one who wants to die.
But if you think about it a little more, it was a bad thing.
In Korea, 30 people still die every day, and I want to meet one of those 30 people and save their life, but I can't do that.
K thought.
If people are dying somewhere, I definitely want to meet them and save them.
I prayed earnestly that you would please send me an email so we could meet.
To a god I don't believe in, but want to believe in somewhere.

--- p.125

'You want to have sex? Then come to ㅈㅅㅋㄹ.
If you email us the reason why you want to do it, we will help you.
Femena DMs are also welcome.
Email: twzf@nave.com'

I chose a landscape photo that I liked.
I added some text to that photo and posted it on Instagram too.
Jslkrl has over 20,000 followers on Instagram.
I post emotional quotes, broadcast clips, etc., and sometimes I post things that promote ㅈㅅㅋㄹ.
As dawn breaks, a DM arrives without fail.

'I really want to die.
Why was I born into a house like this?'
"Are you really helping me die? I want to end my suffering."

DMs like this should be replied to quickly.
If you listen to my story and empathize with me, I won't even ask you to live, but you will get the answer, "Then I'll try to live."
There are so many people who send messages just in the hope that someone will listen.
K likes messages like that.
Just focus and listen for a few minutes.
But among them, I occasionally meet people who never give up on death.

--- pp.125~127

“Did you want to hurt my feelings?”
"huh."
"why?"
“So many people have hurt my heart.
So I wanted to hurt a lot of people too.
But that was really difficult.
So, I wanted to hurt at least one more person.
“Even if I am someone who has assisted suicide and witnessed many suicides, I think I will be in pain for at least one day.”
“Only one day?”
“One day is long.
Even if my parents died, I had to mourn for a day and then go to work.
“There was no rice.”
“So you’re going to die too?”
"huh.
Just passing by.
People who go to church were handing out some kind of paper.
I received it because it had candy on it, and it said:
Believe in Jesus and go to heaven.
So I asked.

If you don't believe in Jesus, where will you go? They say you'll go to hell.
“I heard it’s incredibly hot and painful there, so I decided to go.”
“What does that mean?”
"Every day is hell, hot and stinging, painful and sad and tormenting. If hell were only hot and painful, wouldn't it be better? Those who live like heaven might fear hell, but those for whom every day is worse than hell would rather go to hell." --- pp. 136-137

“If you go to the end of hell, isn’t it possible that you’ll reach heaven?”
“What does that mean?”
Soyou asked while drinking cola.
“We all lived on the edge of hell.
That police officer too, and the long padding from before… … .

We went to the ends of hell and found each other.
And even saving each other, so we are alive like this… … .
When you look at it, doesn't it seem like heaven is beginning without us even realizing it? So, as we walk to the edge of hell, just as we pass it, heaven begins.
Without us knowing.

--- p.157

“Thank you for being alive!”
This is something I often say to young people.
I met the teenagers and lost two children forever.
I've been an activist for over 10 years, so it's not a large number.
But it's life.
It felt like the whole world disappeared twice.


After that, I was just grateful that they were alive.
As long as I'm alive, I can do anything.
There is nothing I am more grateful for than being alive.
(…) “Thank you for being alive!” These are the words I convey to all of you who are reading this book.
Thank you for living today in this difficult world and daily life.

K, who insisted I write about himself and his third father; J, who dreamed of suicide every day but is now alive and dreaming of tomorrow; S and H, who have been with me the longest; D, who most anticipated and supported my novel; and all the young Shikis who met me and lived with me! Thank you so much, and thank you for loving me so much and living for me!

--- pp.223~224