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Park Humin was the chaos Song Kaili didn't ask for.
Kaili existed like clockwork- wake up, work, sleep, repeat. She kept things neat, predictable, quiet. Monday to Thursday were for being functional. Friday to Sunday were for wondering what any of it was for. Then she'd start again.
She didn't live so much as she continued.
Humin was the interruption- loud, reckless, impossibly alive. The kind of person who laughed with his whole body and never seemed to sit still. The human equivalent of a too-bright morning after too little sleep.
He was everything she wasn't, and everything she didn't think she needed.
Until she did.
Or in which a girl who has everything learns it means nothing- until someone shows her what living feels like.