IZ*ONE University [THE REWRITE]

Chapter 4: 'As I believe so, I'll stay strong

Miyawaki Sakura's POV

16 SHOT, WE GO SHOTTA ANY BLUDDAH~

RAH-TA, RAH-TA~

KA-KAH, KA-KAH, KA-KAH~

RAH-KA-KA-KA-KA-RAHH!~

Wake up, it's 6:42AM!

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16 SHOT, WE GO SHOTTA ANY BLUDDAH~

RAH-TA, RAH-TA~

KA-KAH, KA-KAH, KA-KAH~

RAH-KA-KA-KA-KA-RAHH!~

Wake up, it's 6:43AM!

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16 SHOT, WE GO SHOTTA ANY BLUDDAH~

RAH-TA, RAH-TA~

KA-KAH, KA-KAH, KA-KAH~

RAH-KA-KA-KA-KA-RAHH!~

Wake up, it's 6:44AM!

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16 SHOT, WE GO SHOTTA ANY BLUDDAH~

RAH-TA, RAH-TA~

KA-KAH, KA-KAH, KA-KAH~

RAH-KA-KA-KA-KA-RAHH!~

Wake up, it's 6:4-

"LEE CHAEYEON, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW OR I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE COLD SHOULDER ALL DAY!" I yelled, my voice hoarse from sleep. She startled awake, immediately wrapping her arms around me in a sleepy hug.

"It's too early in the morning to shout, my love~," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. I would find it endearing if it weren't for the incessant beeping of her alarm, which had woken me up a good fifteen minutes earlier. Who sets alarms a minute apart and still manages to sleep through them? Only my future wife, that's who.

"If only someone would wake up when their alarm goes off," I grumbled, glaring at her. She just smiled, unconcerned, and pecked me on the cheek.

"Can I sleep some more?" she asked, her voice now a seductive whisper as she began trailing kisses down my neck. I knew I was weak against this, but the image of her blissfully unaware while I lay awake listening to her alarm clock was enough to make me want to throw something.

"Fine," I sighed in defeat. I expected a celebratory kiss on the lips, but no. The traitor fell back asleep instantly. Great. Now I was wide awake, and the maids wouldn't be serving breakfast for another hour.

Frustrated, I got out of bed and headed toward the minibar by the pool. I was still wearing Chaeyeon's IZ*ONE University practice uniform, which was surprisingly comfortable even after a night of sleep. It smelled faintly of her perfume, a constant reminder of the woman who had both stolen my heart and my sleep.

I strolled past the living room and spotted Hitomi completely engrossed in one of her poetry books. She was so absorbed that I thought I could sneak up on her like a ninja on a top-secret mission. I quietly approached, channeling my inner stealth mode, when Minju suddenly barged in like a tornado.

"Oho! Unnie, I didn't know you were usually up this early!" she exclaimed, completely derailing my silent operation. Hitomi turned to look at me, and I could tell she thought I was being creepy. Well, there goes my ninja career—now all I could do was awkwardly wave like a deer caught in the headlights.