Chapter 6
Yuki sat up slowly, the pillow sliding off his face. He glared at Jun. "Really, bro? You're gonna flex like that? You think I care about your five-minute 'glory'? I'm just not out here catching diseases and regrets."
Jun scoffed. "Oh please. Don't act like you're some moral monk. You just haven't found someone desperate enough to give it up for you."
Yuki threw his pillow across the room, hitting Jun square in the chest. "Shut up, asshole. I'm tired, and your horny rants are not on my to-do list."
Jun laughed as he tossed the pillow back. "Fine, fine. But one day, that virgin card of yours? It's getting snatched. And I'm gonna throw you a party when it happens."
"Make sure the cake says 'Finally Got Some'," Yuki muttered, sinking back into his bed, arms crossed behind his head. But his gaze drifted back to his hoodie pocket. The flier.
That stupid flier.
He pulled it out again, stared at the neat folds, the bolded salary figure. ¥500,000. The kind of money that could change everything.
He reached for his phone, staring at the email address written at the bottom. His thumb hovered over the screen, then moved to his camera. He snapped a picture of the flier.
Jun peered over from his bed. "Yo, what's that?"
"Nothing," Yuki lied. "Just a part-time gig... maybe."
Jun narrowed his eyes. "That some underground host club shit?"