Jiho's dating service was officially in business.

It was set up in room 24 as an after school club, and Jiho had been working on it with his friends for the past week. There were flower petals attached to clear strings hanging from the ceiling, a makeshift couch with a pile of old gym mats, and a desk in the center that Jiho sat behind. His friends were leaning against it -one tall with a deep voice, the other thin and feminine. Each were wearing a pair of sunglasses, blacking away their eyes and complimenting their devilish smiles. Jiho's face was bare, though, so the ladies would be able to lock eyes with him when he gave compliments. He was practically purring with excitement at the opening of his after school "club".

The idea had began over the summer before senior year, when it was apparent that in the group of three Jiho attracted the most girls. Any party they went to he had the prospect of sleeping with at least two of them, some even begging when he refused. When one of the ladies said she would even pay an idea popped in Jiho's head -host club, but not. A dating service where only Jiho serves, taking in cash as "dues" towards the club, spending an hour a day chatting and playing with girls hair while they basically bow down to him.

It was a scam, yes, but Jiho was sure to go through with it and split the money with his friends. Any chance to get money, girls, and another excuse to be arrogant was just what Jiho wanted.