𝜯𝒉𝒆 𝓞𝒘𝒍 ℒ𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝓜𝒆𝒐𝒘

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𝛵𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 4 𝒂𝒎,

Ian's little squirrel, 𝓚𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒆, casually scurries into the room through the gap beneath the door and hops onto his bed. His tail brushes against Ian's ear, causing him to jolt awake, with sudden goosebumps washing over him. Realizing it's just his furry friend, he breathes a sigh of relief and glances at the clock.

"Why are you up so early, Kareoke?" he asks, gently stroking its head and Kareoke leaps toward the window, signaling something.

"Why are you up so early, Kareoke?" he asks, gently stroking its head and Kareoke leaps toward the window, signaling something

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"Oh, I left the windows open last night!" Ian exclaims, a frown creeping back as memories of the previous day flood his mind.

After a moment of lost thoughts, he scoops up Kareoke in one hand and grabs his phone with the other, hurrying to the rooftop to blast some songs by Chase Atlantic and clear his mind. A little while later, he quietly picks up his car keys and tiptoes out of the house, trying not to wake anyone.

𝓞𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆,
Iris woke up early, filled with excitement about finally seeing her cat, Kio, and her parents after being away for days.

𝓞𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, Iris woke up early, filled with excitement about finally seeing her cat, Kio, and her parents after being away for days

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𝓘𝒓𝒊𝒔'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝛎𝒊𝒆𝒘:

I thought moving to a foreign country would be amazing and give me the freedom I craved, but the ache of missing my parents is really tough. Maybe I was a bit naive, or maybe things will improve. Being an overthinker just makes everything feel worse. That arrogant guy is still stuck in my head, and it's totally ruining my mood. How could he call me mannerless when he acted like that himself? Jerk!

*End of pov*

As these bittersweet thoughts about the new place swirl in her mind, she punches her pillow in frustration, lets out a sigh, grabs her phone, and hurries to the rooftop to listen to some popular artist and try to clear her thoughts.

*𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑*

Ian's car slices through the fog, the engine's roar creating an irresistible melody. On top of that, Ian's voice fills the air, singing as if he were destined for the spotlight, effortlessly dancing while steering with one hand so smoothly . He occasionally glances at kareoke, which bounces around with excitement, making the whole scene effortlessly and uniquely Ian.

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