Jimin stretched out his arms in front of him, feeling his muscles strain then relax. It was Jimin's first day at the club and he couldn't be any more prepared.

Today wasn't going to be his official first day, because he was requested by Namjoon to observe the rest of the crew before for a week before he could start stripping.

They were two hours before they had to open the club and everyone had gathered around the stages in order to get in some practice, including Jimin.

“Ryu,” He called out, using the nickname he had given her on the first day they had met.

The girl slid down the pole and turned to him with a questioning, raised eyebrow. “What is it?”

“How about,” Jimin began, narrowing his eyes as if in deep thought. “You try and sway your hips a bit more before you take off from the ground. That way, you'll find it to be easier to spin upside down.”

“Oh?” Ryujin blinked in surprise, at his sudden request. She nodded, nevertheless and gripped the pole in the palm of her hand, again.

With a long, swift sway of her hips, Ryujin gracefully soared up the pole and twisted around before tilting her body and going into an upside spin.

“Uwaaa,” Yeji gasped besides Jimin, her eyes glued onto the girl up on stage. “Her lift is more smoother than before.”

Jimin nodded proudly. “I noticed how she kept moving her legs first before her hips and that's why her lift ups were a bit stiff.”

Yeji responded to him with a whistle. “You know a lot for some who's just starting off.”

“Actually,” Jimin sheepishly bit his bottom lips. “I was in a lot of dance programs back in Korea. I know hip hop, break dancing, pole dancing, ballet.”

“I see,” Yeji nodded her eyes still trained on Ryujin that she didn't know what exactly he had said and after the words sunk in, she whipped her head to him with widened eyes. “Wait what? Pole dancing, too? I thought you were a total newbie!”

Jimin cracked into laughter and fanned his hand across his face. Yeji scoffed to herself and pointed at the stage that Ryujin was currently occupying.

“You should be up there! Then why the hell are you on observation for a week?!”

“Because,” Jimin shrugged. “I may know the art of pole dancing but I don't know a thing about pole dancing in a stripper club. The do's and the don'ts, the what if this happens and the in case that happens.”

“Aahhh, I see.” Yeji nodded.

Namjoon and Hwasa were at the other end of the club, where that bar was situated in and there Jiwoo was found. Fiddling with two similar but very different bottles of drinks. She lifted the one in her right hand she showed it to the couple.

“Gin!” She called out with much confidence.

“Oh dear god,” Hwasa slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead and dragged it down her face.

“That's vodka, Jiwoo,” Namjoon gave her a small smile. “But don't worry, you'll get used to it all.”

Jiwoo placed both bottles on the bar counter and groaned. “I might as well serve them bleach at this point.”

Loud laughter erupted at the other side of the club, earning the three's attention. Jimin was sprawled on the ground, breakdancing his heart out before he suddenly jumped up onto his feet and began to do a ballet twirl.

“When the bad boy starts going to church.” Lisa choked out in-between her giggles, causing another round of laughter to circulate.

Namjoon watched them with a small smile, an adrenaline rush of happiness burst in him. Happy seeing them with their brightest smiles on their face, it hits harder knowing that they have become a special sort of family to him.

From the gang up at front, Namjoon's eyes found themselves being pulled towards the end of the bar counter, where Taemin sat and watched. Pursing his lips, Namjoon approached the boy and took a seat next to him.

“Hey.” He greets him, receiving an unenthusiastic 'hey' in response.

“I know how you've been acting towards Jimin,” Namjoon began, diving into a topic he's been meaning to bring up. “I just want you to take it easy, Jimin is not like him.”

Taemin's jaw clenched at the fact that Namjoon was right. Giving the gang one last, longing look, Taemin got up from the bar stool and strolled towards the changing rooms.

A low voiced, “I know.” hanging between Namjoon and him.