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Hae-min smoothed her purple chima and resettled herself in her chair. (The black jeogori was neatly folded into the bag that sat on the table before her, next to a tall glass of iced tea.) She hadn't been waiting very long, but the... volatile nature of her request (to Brad especially) had her a little bit on the anxious side of her normal mood.

After all. Dancing was something you only asked family about. But Brad was family, she'd rationalized, or as close as she thought an American could come to being her family. Also, he knew how to dance, and that was important to learning to dance.

She could only hope he would come down the stairs soon. Preferably with her Remi in tow.

"Tennis will be fine," came the slightly accented drawl from the front door. Brad had just come in from running another errand, wearing cargo pants and a tank top, much to his dismay. Ignoring his discomfort, he approached the two with a faint smile, made obvious by the fact his hair was pulled into a tight, small ponytail. "If you can't dance in tennis shoes, well...the shoes are the least of your problems, kiddo." He reached out to give Hae-min an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder, not wanting to get in the way of the two before he moved on.

He put a small bag onto a near by table, stretching his arms forward with his fingers laced together, effectively cracking his knuckles in a sound that was akin to celery being snapped in two. "So! I'll be forward with the both of you. I can do just about any type of ballroom, but if you want the new hip sh--" he glanced over to Hae-min, "--tuff, I'm not versed in it at all."

Brad folded his hands behind his back, his smile a little wider. "What'll it be, then?"

He didn't mind it that she had to pull his head down in order to give him a kiss on the cheek, because he was rather used to it by now. If he had to bend down to get a kiss from Hae-min, he would. Remi enjoyed these little signs of affection, and without hesitation he returned the hug, pressing an affectionate kiss to her forehead. As she straightened out his collar and fixed his hair, he gave her a boyish, slightly abashed grin. Immediately his hair seemed to plop back down in front of his eyes, but at least his collar was fixed. He could never be bothered to preen over himself as some other people did. He just brushed his hair, put on what he thought looked nice, and went out the door. Hae-min had always been better with these things, though, and so he figured he wouldn't have to worry about his appearance so long as Hae-min was there to check him over and fix him up. "Thanks," he murmured, obviously not finding any problem with her fixing his collar and his hair. Hae-min could practically get away with everything when around Remi... and in fact, nearly everybody could.

He greeted Brad with a grin, because that was how he greeted everybody - with a smile upon his face. "I haven't danced often, so I figure that the shoes will likely be the least of my worries." He wasn't terribly uncoordinated... but he was still uncoordinated, and always felt awkward when dancing with somebody else. But, this somebody else was Hae-min, and he was friends with Hae-min. There was no reason for him to screw up, was there? No. He was pretty sure that there was not. "Ballroom's fine, I don't even want to attempt anything else. I doubt it's in my range of capabilities." It wasn't, so Remi was being smart and taking the safe route. He didn't want to make a total and complete fool of himself.

"You do fine," she scolded Remi. With a gentle poke to his ribs, she tried to fix his hair again- a losing battle, but one that she liked to fight. "You need cut this," she continued, with a light tug on a lock of hair. Hae-min smiled at Brad again, apologetic, before finishing her mild scolding of her boy. "It too long, it fall in your eyes, then you get lost and walk in wall!" Well, okay, maybe he wouldn't do that, because even Remi wasn't so silly, but...

She squeaked when Brad tugged her over to Remi and then out to the dance floor. "Okay," she said meekly, feeling a bit like the meat of a sandwich. Why were both of them so tall? It was unfair, that's what it was. "Maybe... Learn some of both kind, maybe?" She glanced at Remi for his input, and folded up the sleeves of her long undershirt so she could see her hands.

Intimacy. Well, that was okay. A little uncertainly, she shifted closer to Remi and gave Brad a fairly clueless look.

"Good heavens," he murmured, blinking between the two blank faces gazing back at him. He would have laughed, if not for the fact that he had to remedy the situation. Brad chuckled instead, carefully removing himself from the two and taking their hands. "Dancing is supposed to be graceful, an extention of one body to the other," he explained as he put Hae-min's hand on Remi's shoulder, and the blonde's hand on her side above her hip. "You will have to move together or not at all, because one of you will trip the other or step on the other, and neither is very fun." He moved to their other side, again taking their hands and putting them together this time.

The older man took a few steps back to admire his handy work, clasping his own hands together before spreading them in a questioning motion. "Well? How does that feel? Do you want to bolt yet?" he inquired, only half joking. Poor Remi looked like he may not know what he was getting into, and he wasn't entirely certain Hae-min understood the process of American dancing.

He had no idea how much work he had to do until now. It was like he had just taken on a second job. That thought made him grin a bit, shaking his head to himself and rubbing the back of his neck. It would take some time, but if they both put in the effort, he could at least get them to move in a semblence of unity.

This sounded distinctly foreboding. In fact, Remi was sure that this was all going to be wrong. He couldn't do this extension-crap, and he was almost guaranteed to be stepping on Hae-min's foot within the first few minutes. Quickly his confidence began to dwindle, though he did his best not to let it show. He just smiled and smiled, because anyone could be fooled by a smile. Once again he offered no contest when Brad took hold of his hand and placed it on Hae-min's waist. This wasn't so bad, though his cheeks did have a telltale blush to them. He just kept his touch tender and soft, because he didn't want to feel as if he was grabbing her. He just wanted to feel as if she was there with him, and he also figured it wouldn't be good to clutch to her for dear life. The other hand that was moved to hold Hae-min's he had less trouble with, and ever so lightly he held her hand in his. At least he didn't have sweaty palms. That would obviously be nice for Hae-min.

"It doesn't feel that bad," Remi replied, and it seemed as if he had taken the joke seriously. In fact, he even looked at little pale at the question asking him if he wanted to bolt. He didn't, but a part of him was tempted to get out of this very uncomfortable situation. He liked Hae-min, though, and he wouldn't just abandon her like that. No, he had been raised to be dutiful to whomever he was with, and since he was taking Hae-min to prom, he would be dutiful to her until she wanted him not to be. In reality, Remi was just a really, really good boy.

Hae-min rolled her eyes at Remi. "It okay," she said again, smiling at him. She disentangled herself from her partner and stood next to him; it felt very strange to have her feet so far apart. With the kind of attention she normally reserved for writing in her journal and eating plain rice with chopsticks, she watched Brad demonstrate, then copied how he did it as best she could.

"Ah!" Halfway through, she stepped on the edge of her skirt and giggled, flushing red with embarrassment before returning to her starting place and trying again. That time, she lifted the hem just enough that she wouldn't step on it, and managed to turn with a little bit of a wobble. "Not so hard," she said, mostly for Remi's benefit. It did take concentration to go backwards, though. Hae-min figured it was a good thing she'd been paying such close attention. She smiled encouragingly at her friend and bunched up her skirt in her hands.

He had to cover his mouth to keep his smile in check, not wanting to insult the two when they were trying. "Good, good, neither of you fell on your butt, that's already promising!"

Brad spent the next several hours instructing the two, both to help and to play. He asked them to hold their arms up, to practice turns, to speed up and slow down the motion. He had them do the steps with himself, slowly, even offering for them to stand on his feet to get a feel for the motion (although he couldn't say such a thing without grinning like an idiot). He had them dance together, apart, next to one another and back to back. Most of the session was simply getting the most used motion in the dance down to something that didn't look like they were stepping over minefields, as well as being comfortable in each other's proximity. Through it all, the older man was thankful for the air conditioning, or the heat would have been the death of all three of them.

"Why don't we take a break?" he suggested at length, hands on his hips, not even looking winded. "If you guys want to rest for a minute, I can grab some water and ice packs if you're hurting." Brad chuckled knowingly. "You will both likely be very sore come tomorrow."