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He was downright exhausted, and sweaty, and most definitely achey. His cheeks were flushed red, and he had to discreetly wipe some sweat from his brow. So, when Hae-min pushed him into a seat so she herself would feel comfortable sitting down, he didn't protest, and instead sagged down in his chair, sighing exaggeratedly. Dancing wasn't supposed to be this difficult, and he had lost count of how many times his feet had become tangled in Hae-min's. Undoubtedly he wasn't a great dancer, but he had to admit that he wasn't the worst either. That title belonged to some other poor fool who lacked even more grace than Remi. The young man would have to take solace in the fact that he wasn't the worst, but it was obvious that he'd never be as good as Brad, or even Hae-min. She had gotten the hang of it more then he had. At least he wasn't the jealous type, or he would have been pouting at her already and wondering how he could show her up. But, since he wasn't that kind of person, he was at least happy that she was doing better than him. Now, what truly would be a disaster was if she was worse at dancing.

"Water would be perfectly fine," he replied to Brad with a smile, not willing to admit that he was sore. Hae-min wasn't complaining, so he wasn't going to complain either. He didn't want to seem like the baby of the two of them. "I'm okay," he quickly said to Hae-min after she prompted him slightly. He didn't think he was okay, actually, but there was no harm in lying some. He was just happy that they were finally getting a break. His feet were practically throbbing in pain. It was very, very unpleasant. A hand extended up into his hair, pushing his unruly bangs away from his dark eyes. For some reason, it was very obvious that Remi was not having that great of a time, at least compared to Hae-min. But, he could pretend to have fun for her sake. She obviously seemed to be enjoying herself, and that made him happy enough.

She grabbed the back of Remi's chair and pulled him over. "Your hair all over place again," she muttered, taking advantage of its damp status to pull his hair out of his eyes even further. "I maybe have to clip it back for you for prom." When the stubborn bangs finally stayed hooked behind his ears, she let Remi go and pulled out her cell phone to send a message (She had missed a call while she was practicing; it was Remi's mother, so she ignored it for now). It wouldn't do to fall asleep here, especially since she was a girl and as she understood it most people here were boys. She set her head down on the table and dozed.

Then Brad came back and she smiled gratefully at him."Okay," Hae-min agreed, picking herself up. "Thank you." She watched him go over to his table and blushed a little. Seung, her oldest sister, often did something like that to let Gin-hul spend time with his wife. It struck her as a little silly, but... She took a delicate sip of her water before poking Remi gently in the side of the head. "Your eomeoni call me. I check message and tell you what she say tomorrow." Because she could see the man who drove her outside. She stood and kissed Remi on the top of his head.

"I see you," she said, somehow managing to summon the energy to skip over to Brad and hug him, too, before drifting out the door.

The man gave Hae-min a sweet hug before she took off, smiling a little at her departure. To say he was fond of the young woman was an understatement. Continuing to gather his belongings, Brad glanced over to Remi, raising his eyebrows in quiet surprise. Looking over his own outfit, he chuckled, "While I'm flattered, are you sure you want to be asking me about what's cool?"

Slinging the bag over his wrist, he nodded and rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "That's be fine, if you'd like." Brad smiled again, thankful for once that it wasn't his bedroom that was up for discussion.

Looking over his cargos and tank top again - wondering if maybe they'd transformed at some point during the dance - he just shook his head and followed Remi's lead. Brad tread into the room carefully, a little surprised that it had been so decorated, wondering why he hadn't thought of doing that to his own abode before. He didn't have long to muse, as there was suddenly a warm ball of purring something in his arms. The man scrambled to make sense of the vibrating thing on his arm, almost croaking, "Cat?" but Remi was already on the move.

Clutching the tiny thing to his chest in an awkward fashion, Brad moved towards the closet, looking between the blonde and the black and white feline who looked awfully pitiful to him. He paused by the cabinet, shaking his head to himself, catching sight of the pictures in the motion. As any person would, he gave them a cursory glance...and then looked again. Crinkling his nose, he scrunched up close to the picture that looked like Hae-min was in it, frowning to himself in disquiet. Now wasn't that odd?

He jerked his head back towards Remi, blinking at the suit as if he'd never seen one before. Giving himself a good mental shake, he looked the article over, nodding. "I'd have to see it on you to see the fit, but it looks good. It'll compliment you nicely." Brad gave another distracted glance to the photo before nearly leaping backwards as the kitten started kneading his forearm. "CAT," he exclaimed again, frowning at it despite the happy purrs as the needle claws pushed merrily against his skin.

Brad gave a distracted nod, but quickly became stock still at Remi's next words. Married? He stared at the blonde, indigo eyes narrowing in the slightest. Was that some type of a joke? He'd just met the two in his time at the Club, but Hae-min was a customer and Remi was training to be a Host...what type of married couple did that?

"That's not funny," came the uncharacteristic growl from his thoat. "Don't you dare make fun of her like that." He recalled finding Hae-min lost, walking her around the city...she'd never mentioned a fiance! She hadn't even mentioned Remi for that matter. Just her brother, and a driver, but not a fiance! Brad thought over it, remembering how she inspected his hands; she hadn't had a ring on the proper finger. There'd been a plain band on her hand, but that hardly counted.

It would have been easier if he'd been jealous, but Hae-min was like a little sister to him. Someone to look out for. And this young man saying that he was going to marry her...? "Why would you even--" He was distracted once again from his confused annoyance, glancing down as the cat hooked its claws into his tank top.

The young man's nervous rebuttals did little to ease Brad's mind. "Why haven't either of you said anything before?" he asked dryly. "I spent the day with her, and she never mentioned you or marriage. In fact, she..." He trailed off, a small lightbulb popping to life in the midst of his denial. Hae-min said she'd just moved here, hadn't she? Maybe she moved here to...? No. No, that was ridiculous. Why come to a place that made her so uncomfortable to marry someone who she treated more like a brother than a lover?

He scoffed at the idea. "It'd have to be arranged if that was the case," he grunted to himself. Brad neglected to add that he didn't think Remi could possibly propose to Hae-min...or that she'd accept. They were about as polar opposite as could be. Not that such things were bad, but...

...he couldn't be serious. He stared at Remi, as if waiting for some type of explanation. Or for him to admit it was a joke. Whichever came first.

"Ten years?" he repeated incredulously. Brad did not even remotely think there was any merit to his grumbling of an arranged marriage, but, they were...?

The ring did nothing for the Italian, if not soley because engagement, in his mind, was only a ring for the woman. He shook his head and looked away, still annoyed while trying to make sense of the new claim. "Then why is she here?" He was completely baffled by Remi's words, and as such, was currently humoring the idea of marriage. "Wont that make it slightly easier to find you? And..." Brad ran a hair through his shaggy hair, scowling to himself. They were going to prom yet didn't want to get married? Which was arranged? And that Remi had run from?

Cursing in his mother tongue for a few moments, he ran his hand from his hair and over his face, one dark eye regarding the blonde with only a flicker of warmth. "I apologize, Remi. I owe you that much." He probably should have given him a greater apology, but he still wasn't thoroughly registering that the conversation was actually happening.