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Chapter Nineteen

San | Wooyoung

According to Google couples argue, on average, seven times a day. However, San and I, for the past two weeks now have been arguing almost every time either of us open our mouths. It's almost ridiculous the amount of times we've screamed about something as little as turning off the light over the stove or flipping the tissue over instead of under this past week. Last week it was at least relatable arguments, according to my friends, but now it's down right "idiotic."

I blame midterms, and the lack of sex we've been having on top of the fact that my friends have been annoyingly busy with their significant others. Now I have no one to go to when I feel like slapping the living shit out of San. As for him, midterms and some other shit he won't tell me.

"How many times do I have to tell you Wooyoung, turn it off and pick up your fucking clothes? I almost tripped a second ago." He sneered as he picked up a pair of my shorts and threw them at me.

"Ugggh shut up! This nagging of yours is infuriating. You want it up and off so bad do it your goddamn self!" I yelled as I came out the bathroom room, my mood de-escalating compared to a couple of minutes ago.

Yunho, thank God for his existence, finally managed to pull away from his no face no named sugar daddy. He was taking me out for a well needed vacation away from San. Yeonjun is throwing this huge party at his house, in celebration of it being the last day before the midterms were officially over with. So of course, deprived of a mental relaxation I agreed to go.

And since San wasn't exactly familiar his 90% of the people on this campus, outside of the people he fucked, he knew nothing about this party. Which is why I'm receiving the most bone-chilling glare from him right now.

"I'll give you five seconds to explain to me what the hell you're wearing, and where you think you're going." He cleared his throat, eyes completely focused on me now as he closed his laptop.

Referring to the black high-waisted shorts, fishnet knee high socks, oversized ashy gray graphic tee, leash like choker, and platform boots.

"It's what I'm wearing, get over it, and I'm going to Yeonjun's party. Maybe if you go somewhere outside of Dionysus and here you would've heard about it." I shrugged, grabbing my leather jacket off the coat rack that was by the door.

"Wooyoung I don't have patience to deal with your smart little mouth and your consistent attitude. Just save us both some time and go change." He ordered before turning his attention back on his laptop.

Laughing under my breath at his failed attempt to control me, I walked towards the door instead. Leaving quickly before he even got a chance to process that I blatantly ignored him and left.

As I made my way out of our dorm building I spotted Yunho, along with his brand new Tesla Model S which definitely was not in his possession 23 hours ago, leaning against his new car with the biggest ear to ear smile I've yet to see.

"What the fuck? Seriously dude, how loaded is that guy?" I stood there, mouth wide open in shock and slight disbelief.

"He's the son of the CEO. So he's pretty loaded." Yunho shrugged with the same ear to ear smile, at this point I'm surprised his face doesn't hurt. "At first it felt weird to receive luxury gifts from him, it made me feel bad. Eventually he talked to me, and just simply told me that he just wants to cherish and spoil me. Nothing more than that, so I eventually caved of course and next thing you know my shelves are being stacked with new Coach Michael Kors and Chanel handbags. My shoes along with my clothes had to be moved to his house because he bought me too much. Then yesterday, this baby was presented to me as a anniversary gift."