Utopia University Host Club

"Eighty million won?" Yeosang couldn't believe what he was hearing, words babbling out of his mouth faster than he could think. "I-I promise I'll pay you back! I'll find a way to... I'll figure it out, I swear."

"With what money?" The Wooyoung and Hongjoong asked simultaneously.

"It's not like you can afford a proper uniform," Wooyoung added, looking Yeosang up and down. "That's clearly a hand-me-down. The tailoring is completely off." His tone dripped with distaste, earning himself an elbow in the side from Hongjoong.

"Well..." Seonghwa's voice came in heavy. He was jotting the mishap down in his small, black notebook, not bothering to look Yeosang's way. "What should we do, San-ah?" He asked, turning to the blonde as he pushed his glasses up with his pointer and middle fingers.

San pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought, walking over to his designated seat that could've been mistaken as a throne. "Hmm... you might have heard this saying before, Yeosang." He sat down, running his hands along the velvety arms of the chair, crossing his legs. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Looking up at the brunette with a smug smile splayed across his lips. "You will pay with your body."