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ðð ððððūð ððð'ðð ððūðžðððŋ ðð ððžððððð ðð ðððð ðððð ððð ðūððžððð―ðð.
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ðð ððððūð ðūððžððð―ðð ðð ððððžðððžðððŋ ðððð ððð, ð―ðð ððð ðððð ððððððð ðžððžð.
Lanhua is the perfect woman. She's smart, funny, chic, sexy, and successful, while also knowing how to have a good time. Changbin is known as the funny guy in his friend group. He makes people laugh, makes girls laugh. Lanhua is hosting a doggy training camp in Seoul. She has convinced all her friends to join her for the month-long camp, promising daily swims in the lake, roasting marshmallows, and scary stories around the campfire. But Lanhua is there for business, and business alone. She doesn't have time for a relationship right now, even if she's wanted one since she was in middle school. But much to her chagrin, that funny, hunky man she met back home in Jeju won't leave her alone. And she doesn't think she wants him to.
ðīððž ðđðŪðŧðĩððŪ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžðĶðĪðŽðĻððĻïžðĩðĪðģðĪðąðĻðð ðąðĻð ðïž
âðķ'ðš ðŪðđðđ ðļðķðŧðąð ðžðģ ðĩðžð ððĩðēðŧ ðķ'ðš ðķðŧ ððĩðē ðšðķðąðąðđðē ðžðģ ðŧðžððĩðēðŋðē! ðķ'ðš ðŪ ðĩðžðððķðē, ðŪ ðĩðžð ðšðēðð, ðŪð°ðððŪðđðđð ðŊððŋðŧðķðŧðī ðĩðžð...â
ððēðž ð°ðĩðŪðŧðīðŊðķðŧ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðĨðŪðīðąïžðŦðĪðŪïžðŊðąðŪðĢðīðĒðĪðą ïž ðģð ðģðģðŪðŪðĻðēðģïž
âððēðŪðĩ, ðŊðð ððžð'ðŋðē ðšð ðĩðžð ðšðēðð.â
ðĩððŪðŧðī ðŪðđðŪððļðŪ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģðķðŪïžðĒð ððĒðĪðąïžðĒðŦðŪðģð§ðĻððĶ ðĢðĪðēðĻðĶððĪðąïž
âðķðģ ððžð ððŪðđðļ ðķðŧ ðžðŧ ðšðē ðēðŪððķðŧðī ðŧðžðžðąðđðēð ðķðŧ ðšð ððđðēðēð―ðķðŧðī ðŊðŪðī ðŪð ðððž ðķðŧ ððĩðē ðšðžðŋðŧðķðŧðī, ððĩðē ðžðŧðđð ð°ðžðŋðŋðēð°ð ðŪðŧðððēðŋ ðķð ððž ð·ðžðķðŧ ðšðē.â
ðđðēðē ðģðēðđðķð
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžðĩðĻðąðĶðŪïžðēðŪððĶðķðąðĻðģðĪðąïž
âððžð ðēðŪð ðšðžðŋðē ððĩðŪðŧ ðŪðŧð ð―ðēðŋððžðŧ ðķ ðļðŧðžð. ðķð'ð ðļðķðŧðąðŪ ðĩðžð.â
ð·ðŪðŧðī ð·ðķðŪðĩ ðŪðļðŪ ð·ð·
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžð ðąðĻðĪðēïžðĄð ðąðģðĪððĢðĪðą ïž ðŽðŪðĢðĪðŦïž
âðąðž ððžð ððĩðķðŧðļ ðķ ð°ðžððđðą ððļðŪððēðŊðžðŪðŋðą ðąðžððŧ ððĩðķð ðšðžððŧððŪðķðŧ?â
ðĩððŪðŧðī ðĩðððŧð·ðķðŧ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžðŊðĻðēðĒðĪðēïžðĻððģðĪðąðĻðŪðą ðĢðĪðēðĻðĶððĪðąïž
âðķðģ ððžð ðĩððŋð ððžððŋððēðđðģ, ðķ ððžððđðą ððĩðŋðžð ðšðððēðđðģ ðžðģðģ ððĩðķð ð°ðđðķðģðģ ðŪðŧðą ð°ðĩðŪððē ðŪðģððēðŋ ððžð. ðąðž ððžð ððŪðŧð ðšð ðŊðđðžðžðą ðžðŧ ððžððŋ ðĩðŪðŧðąð?â
ðđðķðŧ ððēðððŪ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžðģð ðīðąðīðēïžðĄðŪðŪðŠðēðģðŪðąðĪ ðŪðķððĪðąïž
âðķ ððŪðŧððēðą ððž ðŊðē ðŪ ðŊðŪðą ðŊðķðð°ðĩ ðģðžðŋ ðĩðŪðđðđðžððēðēðŧ, ðŊðð ðķ ððĩðķðŧðļ ðķ'ðš ð·ððð ðŪ ðŊðķðð°ðĩ.â
ðđðēðē ðšðķðŧðĩðž
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðĨðĻðĩðĪïžðēðĒðŪðąðŊðĻðŪïžðĢð ððĒðĪðąïž
âððžð ðŪðŋðē ðąðēðģðķðŧðķððēðđð ðŪ ðŊðķðð°ðĩ. ðīðžðžðą ððĩðķðŧðī ðķ ðąðžðŧ'ð ðđðķðļðē ðŧðķð°ðē ðīðķðŋðđð.â
ðŧðŪðļðŪðŧðž ðŋðķðđðēð
ðŊðŪðŧðī ð°ðĩðŋðķðððžð―ðĩðēðŋ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðēðĻð·ïžðŦðĻðĄðąð ïžð ðĒðģðŪðąïž
âðķ ððžððđðą ðļðķðđðđ ðŪðŧð ðŊððī ððĩðŪð ðēððēðŧ ððŋðķðēð ððž ð°ðžðšðē ðŧðēðŪðŋ ððžð.â
ððŪðŧðī ðšððŪ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðŪððĪïžðŊðĻðēðĒðĪðēïžðĢð ððĒðĪðąïž
âððĩðķð ðąðžðī ðķð ðšð ðŊðŪðŊð, ð·ððð ðŪð°ð°ðēð―ð ðķð.â
ððŪðŧðī ð·ðēðžðŧðīðķðŧ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģðķðŪïžð ð°ðīð ðąðĻðīðēïžðģðĪð ðĒð§ðĪðąïž
âððžð ðđðķðļðē ðĩðķðš ðšðžðŋðē ððĩðŪðŧ ðšðē, ðĩðžð ðķð ððĩðŪð ð―ðžðððķðŊðđðē??â
ð°ðĩðžðķ ðŋðžðŊðķðŧ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžð ðąðĻðĪðēïžðēðģðąðĪð ðŽðĪðąïž
âððĩð ððžððđðą ðķ ðððŊð·ðēð°ð ðšðððēðđðģ ððž ðđððķðŧðī ðžðŧ ððĩðē ð°ðžðđðą, ðĩðŪðŋðą ðīðŋðžððŧðą, ððĩðēðŧ ðŊðēðąð ðēð
ðķðð?â
ðĩðŪðŧ ð·ðķðððŧðī
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžðĩðĻðąðĶðŪïžðĒðŪðŽðŊðŪðēðĪðąïž
âðķ ðīðžð ððžðšðēððĩðķðŧðī ðēðđððē ðĩðŪðŋðą ððĩðŪð ððžð ð°ðŪðŧ ðđðķðē ðžðŧ.â
ðĩðžðŧðī ðŋðēðŧðēðē
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðŪððĪïžðēðĒðŪðąðŊðĻðŪïžð ðĒðĒðŪðīððģð ððģïž
âðąðķðą ððžð ðļðŧðžð ððĩðŪð ð°ðŪðŊðķðŧð ðđðķðļðē ððĩðķð ððžððđðą ðšðŪðļðē ððĩðē ð―ðēðŋðģðēð°ð ðķðŧððēðððšðēðŧð ð―ðŋðžð―ðēðŋðð?â
ðļðķðš ððēððŧðīðšðķðŧ
ÛŦÛŠâÛŠÛŠā―īā―ŧâðģðķðĪððģðļïžðģð§ðąðĪðĪïžðĩðĻðąðĶðŪïžðŊð§ðŪðģðŪðĶðąð ðŊð§ðĪðąïž
âððžð'ðŋðē ð―ðēðŋðģðēð°ð, ðŊðð ðķ ðĩðŪððē ðŧðž ðķðąðēðŪ ððĩðŪð ððžð'ðŋðē ððŪðđðļðķðŧðī ðŪðŊðžðð.â
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this fic is solely for fun. if you find something that you think is inaccurate to the skz boys and how they'd act, this is a work of fiction, and you don't need to nitpick. i'm just writing what i love, not everything has to be accurate to their real life.
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this fic is written in second person, and you can insert your own name where the character's name is. that's why i'm calling it x reader, because it's easy to insert yourself into the character. it's a bit of a mix of oc and reader, so please don't comment on this, or your comment will be deleted.
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be respectful of my time, and understand that i can't constantly update. i will be aiming at one update a week, but life gets busy and i might not do this all the time. i am an adult with a full time job so i can't always write everyday. i love when my readers get excited and invested, just be respectful.
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lastly just be respectful of my characters and other readers. if i see any impoliteness about my characters, or towards other readers i will delete your comments, so just be kind!
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ahhh the time as finally come! autumn evening, the second book in the seasons series, is OUT! thank you all for showing summer day so much love! and if you haven't read summer day yet, go read that too! it's the first book in this series, and although it's not absolutely necessary to read before this one, it might provide context to everyone's prior relationships. the next chapter, the characters instagrams, and the prologue, are ALREADY out, so keep scrolling! also, a big thank you to mya and riley for their characters mya, renee, riley and robin. make sure to support this story as much as you possibly can, as it means the world. love you all, and thank you again. now, enjoy!
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mymy<3 riles:) wifeyy mariml jaxxy cecebb izz storms softiehandong lils deee athyy sunshine
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