"Minho, you were late again last night and you smell like you've been smoking." Minho's mother sighed.

Minho just shrugged. He didn't give a damn about what his parents thought about him. He had been smoking since he was fifteen, almost 10 years now.

"Why don't you come with me today? The new kids are trying out today. It's fun to watch and it's been a while since you've been to the studio." His mother went on and she smiled motherly.

"Jeesh, mom, I don't give a about what the new kids do. I'm going to meet my friends later on, so I can't anyway." Minho grunted and he rolled his eyes. 

"Young man, watch your language!" His mother yelled while he walked away. He grabbed his leather jacket and stepped out the door. How could his mother think he would even go near the dance studio? He didn't want the chance of becoming a . Then he smiled. He suddenly had a great idea to let the world know how he thought about dancing.

A few moments later he saw his friend waiting for him. 

"Hey Min, what's up?" Kai asked. Kai was a few years younger than Minho, but they had been very good friends from the moment Kai had joined Minho's gang.

"Hey Kai, not much, but I have a great idea to have some fun." Minho answered and he smiled. "Get the rest of the gang together in our head quarters and I'll tell you all about it."

Kai's eyes began to twinkle. Whenever Minho had one of his ideas, was about to go down and he loved it.

"On it, Min!" He said and he ran away to assemble the rest of the gang.