Chapter 7

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I've been studying here at our province's state university for about a month. I remember how that morning of enrolment comes, and Yeosang has been dragging me towards the houses of his friends, sharing with every one of them how Yunho and I will join them for the rest of the school years. It also seems that his friends are happy hearing the news, specially Mingi. San, on the other hand, seems cranky, though he still smiles when Yeosang looks at him.

After studying here for a month, I discover that Yeosang got a lot of admirers. He receives confessions unexpectedly and also gets some random gifts and love letters from anonymous senders.

Don't get me wrong, it's nice to know that Yeosang is getting the love that he deserves but I can't contain my jealousy, especially on this boy names Choi San, hugging a pouty Yeosang across me.

"Hey, Sangie," San coos. "I'm sorry, I swear I will buy your cinnamon roll later after class," he pleads.

I roll my eyes and bring my attention back to the book that I am reviewing.

"It's not that, San," Yeosang sighs. "You didn't attend the morning class because you're lazy," he explains.

I grumble as I get frustrated not getting what I've been reading and hearing their conversation.

I notice a moment of silence and decide to look up. I see Yeosang smiling at me and ask, "Do you need help, Youngie?" He asks.

I look at San, then back to Yeosang. I sigh and nod.

Yeosang gets up from San's grip and sits next to me. I also hear how San says goodbye to him as he needs to attend to something important at home.

"So, what do you need, Youngie?" Yeosang asks me, smiling.

I immediately coo seeing him smile, and hook my arms with him, "I have a photography assignment, and I don't get how I can relate it to this." I point at the book,

Yeosang looks at the book, reads it, then shifts towards me, "Here, it says that you need to say what pushes you to take that photo. It's easy."

"But I can't remember where the good places are here," I whine.

He chuckles and pinches my nose, "I can accompany you." He stands and extends his hands towards me. "Let's go?"

I beam and take his hand, "Let's go," I say as I intertwine my hands with him.

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