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Chapter 39

Jin's POV

As we got to my locker he was still not letting it go. He was rather impressed with Namjoon's dominant ways although I wasn’t sure I’d be okay with it becoming a regular thing.

Hobi spotted Yoongi and Namjoon coming in and pushed me into homeroom. I made the joke that years of sleeping with married men had given him a keen sense for when a scorned spouse entered the vicinity.

We skipped gym giving the most nonsense excuse but I'm surprised Coach believed it. We spent it instead painstakingly pushing Yoongi's shirt through the vents into his locker and giggling.

The rest of the day went by in a blur of running and hiding from things I knew I should face. I was relieved when at the end I made it back to Hobi's car unscathed.

Ms Min let us into the studio. She was a kind lady when you got to know her but most people didn’t bother to try. They were put off my her constant bombardment of swearing at their children in Russian while she taught but she was always good to Hobi.

“So what did you have in mind for this routine? Didn’t you say something about props?”

“Oh yeah, one sec.” Hobi ran back into the foyer and returned with one of the chairs.

“A chair?” I asked not sure it was the most original idea.

"I was thinking about a play on a lap dance?”

Hobi starts to talk me through the plan and it was genius. He had managed to mix street and strip whilst adding elements of burlesque. It was unique and would definitely make them stand out.

Hobi showed me a few moves he’d created and I gave some input on the transitions. We talked about tuning down the sexy in the outfits to balance out the sex appeal of the moves.

He called in one of the dancers from his group – Jimin. He was gorgeous and hilarious, but thankfully completely screaming gay. It made me grinding my body all over him much more comfortable.

We practised non-stop, letting Hobi tweak things as we went along until he was happy with how it all looked. By the time we were done my hips hurt from rolling them so much and there wasn’t an inch of me Jimin hadn’t touched.

“Why won’t you dance with us Jin? You’re good! I mean, I would have preferred Zac Efron running himself all over my body like that but boy, you can move!”

I laugh as he snaps his fingers at me in approval.

“Hobi will tell you that me and dancing in public is not a good mix.” I chuckle.

“Yes! The last time he danced in front of an audience was our sixth grade recital, he got so nervous she ran off and threw up on Ms Min's shoes. Not your most grateful moment Jin!” He was setting up a row of chairs ready to show the class his creation when they got here.

“But Jin, now that you’ve got the moves down, you could always give the stage another go - if you don’t want Jimin I’m sure Namjoon wouldn’t mind stepping in and becoming your prop for the night!” He winked at me.

I flipped him off as Jimin grasped at his invisible pearl necklace and faked being hurt at the idea of being replaced.

A smile spread across my face as I remembered how it’s Namjoon's birthday in a few weeks and that a private showing of my new skills would be one hell of a present.