Realistic or Modern — 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.

[natasha.]

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chapter one:

[div class=tag]the parent meet

weldherwings x natasha.

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[weldherwings]

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MOOD i suppose parent night really is on?

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "oooooo i know this place. please don't leave me here thanks appa"

LOCATION Nursery room

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OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Yeon Jun-Seok was a man of professionalism.

He loved his job and he loved how his research was helping those with chronic illnesses and helping to make the world a better place. But it was also the first month back at work since his daughter, So-Min, had entered the world. In fact,… it had been the first month back at work since his wife had died too. Now, for obvious reasons, he was very anxious about leaving So-Min’s side. For the last six months, she was by his side constantly. She ate, played, bathed and even slept with her Appa by her side. But when the hospital rang him up and announced to him that he would have to return to work, or they would have to give his position to someone else, he had to go back. Which was fair enough. However, if he gave up his position, he gave up his Visa. Which also meant he would have to move back to Korea with So-Min in which they were in no financial situation to do so. Therefore, he was stuck. He had to return regardless.

Which meant So-Min had to start full-time day-care. Now, Jun wasn’t just going to let any idiot look after his precious daughter. He visited many home day-cares, met with many nannies, and had a stupid amount of orientations at different local day-care centres. But none of them stood out to him. None of them made him feel reassured that his daughter would be safe and happy. Maybe he was just trying to find the holes in the services, so he had a reason not to return to work. But you know… money. So… He had to go. Eventually, he found a place that he was happy with. He had been impressed by the fact that they had chickens and a vegetable garden which the children were encouraged to help with its growth. I mean, he was a farm boy at heart. Anything that connected to his past made him happy.

So-Min seemed to… somewhat enjoy her time there, I suppose. Drop-offs were always hard. So-Min would scream when he left the centre and he felt like his heart was ripping into two. Practically every single day this month he would hand her over to the arms of an educator, only to pull her back for another cuddle as he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her while she was screaming and crying. And every morning, it was the same routine. The same educator telling him that she’d give her a cuddle and that he was welcome to call as much as he wanted throughout the day. They also reminded him of the app on his phone in which he could receive images and information about So-Min’s day like how much she ate, how long she slept and her nappy changes.

He called maybe… three or four times a day. Because, you know, that wasn’t excessive at all, was it? He just wanted to make sure that she was happy and safe. But… he still wasn’t completely sold on the place. He saw the way she screamed and cried every morning. And it broke his heart every time. Which was why he decided to change his shifts for the time being which meant he dropped her off at eight-thirty in the morning – just in time for morning tea - and picked her up just after afternoon tea at two-thirty. So, it was only a short day and he hoped his pride and joy didn’t miss him too much.

When he had heard of the parent night, he knew straight away that he would have to attend it. He wanted to see how So-Min was progressing. Have some sort of peace and comfort and see evidence that his baby daughter was actually enjoying her time and not screaming all the time. However, with no one to babysit her, it would mean she would have to come. Oh, it was going to be interesting. He just prayed they returned home before her bedtime.

As the centre was only a ten-minute walk, Jun decided it would be best to walk there. Knowing that So-Min was no doubt going to get grumpy, he decided to strap her into her baby carrier, and they were soon on their way. Approaching the centre, he could notice the number of cars which were parked in the car park (which made him feel a bit smug that he had decided to walk because who would want to deal with trying to find a parking spot?). So, he assumed that the parent night was in full swing. He entered the centre, seeing all the different parents walking through their child’s rooms. And then he stood before So-Min’s room; the Nursery room. He could see other parents and staff inside, looking rather busy. I suppose I can have a look at the artwork while I wait, he thought to himself as he entered the room, slowly making his way over to the artboard that displayed various masterpieces the Nursery children had accomplished. Well, that was if So-Min had done any artwork. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia usually enjoyed parent night. Since she spent so much time around children, it was nice to meet their parents every once in a while and inform them about their child's progress. Nothing made Liv happier than being able to give a parent good news. She herself took pride in knowing that she usually did quite well around children. She was patient, and determined, and when combined, it usually provided her with good results.

She knew that dealing with some parents were harder than others though and she'd had her fair share of that when she was living in the UK. There'd been a mother who had to list out every single thing that her daughter was incapable of eating because of a myriad of sensitive conditions — which was fine, of course. Until she began insisting on dropping by almost every hour to make sure that nothing untoward had been fed to her daughter. Olivia spent a lot of time trying to assure the woman that her daughter was in good hands but sometimes a promise just isn't enough.

Olivia supposed that if she had a child, maybe she'd know what it was like, but there was nothing like having a child and then losing it, that got her to become even more protective than before. Olivia always cared for the children she looked after, and for a while, she was scared to get back into the field after her incident, fearing that it may hit a little too close to home. Ultimately though, she knew that the only way she'd get some semblance of closure would be to do what she loved, and she had been right.

Olivia still thought about it, about what things could have been like now, but not as much as before. She was content with looking after a room full of children during the week, for now.

Olivia had just met with a parent outside the nursery room, while she'd been walking in after having grabbed something from a colleague's car. She walked up to the nursery room to see one of her other colleagues, Amy, standing close by, glancing into the room but not actually heading inside. Olivia raised an eyebrow in confusion.

[div class=tag1]"Everything okay?"[/div] She asked the other woman curiously, coming to stop beside her with crossed arms.

"So-Min's father is here," Amy replied, nodding in the direction of the Nursery room. Olivia leaned forward to follow her gaze and she recognised So-Min immediately. It was hard not to distinguish the face of the baby that had grown a little attached to her lately. They were both apparently new to the daycare, though Olivia had joined a little after So-Min started here. Regardless, it didn't take very long for the six-month-old to grow on her.

[div class=tag1]"And...?"[/div] Olivia still didn't understand why it meant that Amy was standing out here instead of going in and talking to him. She admittedly had heard a few of them talking about the man before, but Olivia rarely paid attention to those kinds of things. She mainly devoted herself to the children and their work for the day.

"And since you're the last one in, we took a vote so you could be the one to speak to him," Amy told her with a grin that was half polite and half smug. Had Olivia just arrived yesterday, she might have seen this as a snide move, but since she made friends quickly, she knew that Amy's tone was friendly — she just apparently didn't want to be the one to deal with So-Min's father, for whatever reason.

[div class=tag1]"Why do you make it sound like that?"[/div] Olivia arched an eyebrow once again.

Amy only chuckled a little, though her expression gave away how exhausted she might be if it had been her in Olivia's place. She was assuming Amy might have done this before and hadn't exactly enjoyed it. "You'll see."

Shrugging, Olivia kicked off the wall and made her way into the nursery room, toward the man looking over the paintings as he held So-Min in front of him in a carrier. Olivia didn't mind dealing with parents. Even if they could be a little hard to deal with, as Amy insinuated. She'd have to see for herself what Amy actually meant though. [div class=tag1]"Hi,"[/div] Olivia spoke up, a smile lighting up her face, as she came to stand beside him. [div class=tag1]"You're So-Min's father? I'm Olivia."[/div] For politeness and a more friendly greeting, she held her hand out, as part of the introduction. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "Well this should be interesting."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

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MOOD who the faq is this stranger?

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "i wanna get down - OH LIV! IT'S OLIVIA! APPA! I LOVE HER! LET ME GO TO HER!"

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Jun’s tired, dark eyes gazed over the board at all the paintings before him. He was expecting to see at least one painting by his daughter. After all, she had been here for almost a full month now. That was more than fifteen days considering she was in from Monday to Friday, from early in the morning until the afternoon. Surely, they would’ve at least accomplished some sort of artwork with her, right? He had done his research while in university as he had to take various medical and theorist units in regard to physical development. He knew how important it was for a child – at any age – to paint or to be involved in any sorts of arts and crafts.

And right now… he really couldn’t see any artwork that belonged to So-Min on the board. Or maybe it was because he was that tired that he couldn’t see it. So-Min had hit a six-month sleep regression. Now, he had heard of four-month sleep regression and he managed to soldier on through that because he wasn’t working. But now he was back to work, he didn’t have the pleasure of napping during the day while So-Min was asleep. And from what he was assuming, it probably meant that she was on her way to getting her first tooth which… well… he was looking forward to but at the same time, not looking forward to.

Hearing a voice saying Hi, Jun tore his eyes away from the board and looked to where the voice came from. Was she another parent? She didn’t look like some professional daycare educator. She looked very… casual. And then she introduced herself, extending her hand to greet him. Wait. Was she a parent? And how did she know So-Min’s name? Slowly and cautiously, he extended his own hand and shook the girl's hand before introducing himself. “Jun-Seok Yeon” he responded, remembering to put his first time first rather than the traditional Korean way.

With anyone else, he probably would’ve told them to call him Jun, but he didn’t know this lady. Heck, the fact that she knew So-Min’s name was screaming alarm bells to him right now. In fact, speaking of So-Min, the little girl was starting to coo and wiggle in the carrier. Oh man, Jun thought to himself no, not now. He knew that wiggle. That was a I want to get out and play wiggle. “So-Min-ah” he said in a soft voice underneath his breath, speaking in Korean to the girl as he gazed down at his daughter and patted her head. “Appa can’t put you down right now. There is a strange lady and she might steal you if I do.”

Obviously he was joking… right?

Slowly, he turned to look at the girl that was next to him once again. Okay… she was still here… Okay… Uh… What to say to some complete stranger who knows your daughter’s name and introduces herself? Not to mention, So-Min was getting wriggly once again. Jun slightly bounced on the spot, placing his hands upon the carrier where the child’s back would be. “Uh… so… Your children come to this daycare too?” Jun asked the girl, not really sure what to do or say in this situation present before him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw So-Min’s arm reach out and towards the stranger. So-Min! Stranger danger! he thought to himself as one hand moved to take hold of his daughter’s hand in his own, trying to hide the fact that he was attempting to stop his daughter from reaching out the strange girl before them. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia watched as he conversed with his daughter in Korean. She didn't understand the language so naturally, she was oblivious to what was being spoken about, but she continued to stand there, politely and patiently waiting till she was faced again. Her gaze occasionally flitted to So-Min who seemed to be in a playful mood at the moment, causing her smile to widen a little.

She might have said something regarding So-Min's progress at daycare but before she got the chance, Jun-Seok asked if Olivia's children came to the same daycare. Ah. She should have realised that he wouldn't know who she was. They hadn't met before. He had likely met some of the other educators, but Olivia was relatively new and this was her first parent meet here so not a lot of people knew who she was. In hindsight, it might have been better for her to introduce herself, because at the moment she was more or less a stranger who knew his daughter's name and that wasn't a very good sign.

[div class=tag1]"Sorry,"[/div] she laughed a little at her own antics. [div class=tag1]"I should have introduced myself better. I work here,"[/div] Olivia explained to him, reaching out a little and letting So-Min take hold of her index finger since she seemed to be reaching in her direction. [div class=tag1]"So-Min and I have been spending a lot of time together at daycare. She's an absolute joy to be around."[/div] Hopefully that should ease his worries for the time being.

[div class=tag1]"I only started working here two weeks ago so I'm still relatively new,"[/div] she continued, figuring he'd want to know a little background about the person who was spending a lot of time with his daughter each working day. [div class=tag1]"But I've been a childcare educator for years. Just... not in Melbourne."[/div] She figured she didn't need to get into the details of why she came here, but she knew that it sometimes made it easier on the parents to know that their child wasn't in the hands of someone who just started out working around children. Jun-Seok needn't worry about that since Olivia had plenty of experience, and she loved her job.

Olivia could sense the protectiveness in him, and in her own mind, she vaguely wondered where So-Min's mother was. She never involved herself in the affairs of parents since it was none of her business, and she knew that single parents were perfectly capable of taking care of their children, but Olivia still couldn't help but wonder. Regardless, she kept whatever questions she had to herself. Parent meets were about the children, and nothing else. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "My bad. Should have tried to be less creepy."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

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MOOD so, do i need to pull my child out?

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "OLIVIA! I LOVE YOU! I'M YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN! LOVE ME! LOVE ME!"

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Why was this girl… laughing?

To be completely honest, Jun stared at the girl with a blank expression on his face as he watched the girl apologise and then laugh to herself. Was she really crazy? Why did he always seem to attract the crazy ones? Especially in shopping centres. The number of people who would come up to So-Min in her pram and try to pinch her chubby cheeks. Like, lady, I have no idea who you are and you could be swarming with diseases. Please don’t touch my baby. Which was why, instead of prams, Jun opted for carriers more often. It was safer, kept her away from old ladies riddled with diseases and he could keep his daughter close to him.

She worked here?

Did he hear that correctly?

Okay, so, he was judging her a little bit. As she allowed So-Min to take hold of her finger, Jun took the time to quickly look up and down the female before him. If she was a carer here, why wasn’t she dressed professionally? Wasn’t this a parent’s night? And if she was a carer here, you’d think they’d tried to look professional, right? But no. The girl before him was wearing something so casual. And to be honest, it made him slightly question the professionalism of the centre. If this was how staff were like around parents, what were they like around the children? Were they also very casual around them? A bit too casual, maybe?

Okay, maybe he was being a bit overprotective. But So-Min was his pride and joy. And not to mention he was paying good money for her to be here.

He listened carefully to what the girl had to say, making sure to pick up every little bit of information that he could use. Well, he could hear the English accent very clearly considering he worked with a heap of Australians. And she mentioned that she had been in childcare for years – just not Melbourne. Okay, so maybe she had moved over? But there was one thing that was sticking out to him more than anything; she said she was new. That she had only been here for two weeks. Now… maybe it was time to do a bit more investigation. To see if this daycare centre was up to scratch.

“You said you’ve been here for two weeks but have worked in child care for years?” he repeated her words, looking at her with a slightly raised brow. “How would you compare this centre to the other centres you’ve worked at?” Well, that was a ballsy question to ask. He was basically asking her to either tell him how wonderful this centre was or to drag it down by comparing it to the centres she had previously worked out.

His gaze moved from the girl next to him, back to the artboards in front. “I toured a lot of different centres before picking this one because I heard great things about it from the national accreditation website and newsletters. Highest rating centre that promotes being, belonging and becoming.” he informed her as his eyes danced along the board, still searching for any artwork that So-Min had completed. “And yet… My child has been here for a month and I don’t see any of her pictures or artwork on the boards…” he muttered the last sentence, his blank, expressionless face turning back to the carer next to him. “Unless So-Min’s sleep regression has started to tamper with my vision from the lack of sleep.”

Was that a stab at the centre? Maybe it was. But he was paying top dollar for this care. He could say what was on his mind, right? [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

[natasha.]

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia could feel like she hadn't made things much better with her more thorough introduction. She wondered if she should have shared so much or kept it minimal. Regardless, she expected a change in demeanour once she made it clear that she was So-Min's teacher, perhaps a bit more relaxation or comfort, but if anything, she felt like Jun-Seok was only more tense.

Despite picking up on this, she kept up the polite smile since it was uncharacteristic of her to be seen without one. It was almost like a signature. [div class=tag1]"Yes,"[/div] she nodded when he clarified that she had, in fact, worked elsewhere for a few years before choosing to come to Melbourne. Upon being asked to compare, Olivia paused, a little unsure how to answer. She knew that he was worried, concerned about where he was putting his child for daycare. This was a reasonable question, though she was beginning to understand what Amy had been talking about.

Regardless, Olivia answered him as best as she could. [div class=tag1]"Well I guess you could say that different daycares function in their own way. This centre certainly ranks among the highest."[/div] Olivia applied to it for a job because of that too. She didn't want to be working at just any daycare centre. Olivia didn't think she could surround herself with people who didn't care about their jobs as much as she did, especially since the work regarded children. She treated her job with the utmost care.

[div class=tag1]"For how long I've been here though, the people here look out for the children. Myself included."[/div] As she said this, she looked to So-min with an affectionate smile. The child had taken to her quite quickly, which made Liv glad, but she could understand her father's hesitation.

[div class=tag1]"Oh,"[/div] Olivia was genuinely confused when he pointed out that he didn't see any of So-Min's paintings on display. She had a tendency to be oblivious to certain jabs and snide remarks, so she didn't pick up on his tone. Instead, she wanted to help point out what she believed he had missed. [div class=tag1]"It's right there,"[/div] she leaned in to point to one of the pieces kept in the middle, but closer to the top, and slightly out of her reach. Hopefully, Jun-Seok would be able to understand the vague area she was pointing out.

The picture was a blend of colours and haphazard strokes made with So-Min's fingers. A messy but fun affair, no doubt. [div class=tag1]"She enjoys using the paints a lot,"[/div] Olivia explained. This was a parent meet so it seemed important to inform him of how So-Min was doing. [div class=tag1]"She's doing pretty well recognising colour too. As you can see, blue seems to be her favourite,"[/div] she smiled and pointed at the painting as well. Blue definitely filled the majority of the sheet.

At the mention of sleep regression, Olivia nodded a bit. She had known babies to suffer from it in the past — and parents to suffer even more, as a result. Olivia was not in the habit of telling parents how to take care of their child, but she did have other parents come to her in the past with various issues, and she always liked to offer up a little advice. She didn't know what Jun-Seok was already doing to try and deal with the sleep regression, so she didn't know if her suggestion may already be in the works, but she put it out there anyway. [div class=tag1]"Have you tried holding her at night? Or sleeping with her, rather."[/div] [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "No problem. He's just another concerned parent."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

[div class=tag2]tags[/div] weldherwings [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=variables] cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; --color: #edcad2; --color2: #e3afbb; [/class] [class=tag1] color: var(--color2); display: inline; font-weight: bold; [/class] [class=tag2] text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; font-family: Avenir; font-size: 17px; color: var(--color); [/class] [class=container] max-width: 1000px; margin: auto; display: flex; flex-direction: row; justify-content: space-evenly; [/class] [class=box1] width: 20%; background: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/25f787bd44cd717e92e5ace1fa171555/tumblr_p9x99iVgCW1ru82hco2_500.png); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 50%; height: 500px; margin-right: 2%; [/class] [class=box2] width: 56%; margin-right: 2%; height: 500px; [/class] [class=box3] width: 20%; height: 500px; [/class] [class=title] height: 100px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #fff; background: var(--color); margin-bottom: 20px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; font-family: Abril Fatface; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 50px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=icon] width: 100%; height: 160px; margin-bottom: 20px; background: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/823fcd9955de7c5120c8c6d6ab30fe53/tumblr_inline_nkcli15Boh1sccn28.gif); background-size: cover; box-sizing: border-box; background-position: 0% 50%; [/class] [class=details] height: 320px; background: #fff; border: 1px solid #eee; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 20px; [/class] [class=content] height: 380px; background: #fff; box-sizing: border-box; border: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; [/class] [class=scroll] height: 340px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=scroll2] height: 280px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; [/class]

 

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MOOD ok, you might actually be a good educator.

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "I want to get down! Oh! I want this toy! Oh - wait. Is that Olivia's foot? I want Olivia! Olivia! Come down and play with me!"

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]“Oh…”

There it was. Right in front of his face this whole damn time.

Jun could feel his face beginning to burn slightly from the embarrassment of being wrong. There was one thing he hated, and that was when he was wrong. Call it a stubborn trait if you will, but it wasn’t often that he was wrong. Well, he liked to think that. But there was the artwork, clear as day right before him and with So-Min’s picture alongside it too. Olivia was right. She did loved to use paint. In fact, So-Min just liked to get messy and dirty all the time.

Speaking of So-Min, she was starting to coo and wiggle once more in the carrier. Well… we know she’s not a stranger anymore… he thought to himself. In fact, she seemed to have her head screwed on compared to some of the other educators that he had met here. She hadn’t been afraid to tell him what she thought of the centre. Heck, she didn’t even hesitate! That meant that she meant what she said. Which, you know, was good.

So-Min continued to wiggle in the carrier, casually letting out a frustrated grunt. “Okay, So-Min-ah,” he said in a hushed tone to the baby, as he bounced the child in a small rhythm that didn’t seem to ease her. “I’ll let you out… Hold on…” His dark, tired eyes looked down on the floor, noticing that they were standing on a rug. Ah, perfect. He knelt down on the floor before sitting down and crossing his legs in front of himself. Finally, he began to unclip the carrier which would eventually free the child and allow her to have the freedom she had been grunting for.

Hearing Olivia’s question, Jun paused for a moment and looked up at her with his mouth slightly agape as he listened. For a moment he wondered if she was being serious or not. Every time he mentioned at work that So-Min was going through sleep regression, they all had their own little bits to say. They would tell him that she should sleep in her own room and the room should be completely dark. That she should have a white noise machine and have a sleep routine and put an end to sleep association. He couldn’t do any of that. I mean, he had tried during her four-month sleep regression but nothing had worked.

Slowly, he nodded, bringing his attention back to So-Min as he released her from the hold of the carrier. “We co-sleep at home” he informed the educator as he lifted So-Min and placed her into a seated position onto the floor. Automatically, he took hold of the first toy he could see next to him and placed it before the child to play with. God, I hope they clean these toys everyday automatically ran through his head as he slipped the carrier off and placed it beside him. His eyes remained on his daughter as she began to hold the fabric rattle, shaking it in the air. “In Korea, most families co-sleep. Around… ninety per cent?” he informed Olivia before looking from So-Min to the educator. “And then… depending on living situations… They will co-sleep until they’re a teenager. I slept in the same bed with my parents until I was twelve… But we had a Korean mattress you lay on the floor, designed for large families.”

He released an exhausted sigh before looking back at So-Min who was leaning forward and on the hunt for Olivia’s shoe. Even though the baby wasn’t crawling yet, she was making it her mission to try and reach over as far as possible while making high pitched squeals. “So… So-Min has been co-sleeping since the day she came home from hospital…” he said softly, bringing up a hand to rub one of his twitching tired eyes. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia noticed the look of recognition on Jun-Seok's face as it dawned on him that So-Min's painting had been up all along. While any of the other educators who had dealt with Jun-Seok before might have given him a smug smile, Olivia only gave him a reassuring smile. He was a parent, him being tired was a given, and he only wanted what was best for his child. She could understand that more than anyone.

There was a little more conversation between father and daughter in Korean which, from context, was likely Jun-Seok telling his daughter that he'd give in to her demands because it wasn't long after that that he took to sitting on the carpeted floor to let So-Min out of the carrier. For the time being, Olivia remained standing but her attention remained on the pair as Jun-Seok explained that he already did co-sleeping at home.

[div class=tag1]"Oh, that's good then,"[/div] Olivia beamed. It was a rare concept where she was from but Olivia knew about it. She hadn't actually met any other parents who followed those practises, though hearing that it was a big thing in Korea made sense. It was almost like tradition. She was admittedly happy to hear that they had a close bond that way, if So-Min had been co-sleeping since she came home with him.

Since her main suggestion was already in use, Olivia tried to think of other things. In the midst of thinking, she looked down and noticed So-Min trying to reach out. She hadn't begun to crawl yet but Olivia knew that was coming soon. A smile on her face, Olivia shifted into a sitting position as well, settling on the carpeted floor in front of Jun-Seok and giving So-Min a plush toy from the nearby cabinet, since Olivia noticed that it was one So-Min often enjoyed to play with.

[div class=tag1]"Maybe you could divert attention from trying to set up the room for sleep and get her to reach that goal on her own?"[/div] Olivia suggested an alternative before elaborating in case it was confusing. [div class=tag1]"She might just need that routine to start off. Over here, before nap time, So-Min usually paints. You could try encouraging her to do that at home before bed." [/div]

It wasn't a guarantee, but it was worth a shot. If she followed the same routine, she might realise that soon after painting, she was meant to sleep. At the very least, giving her something to do might also tire her out so there wouldn't be much of a fuss. Again, Olivia didn't know if this was something Jun-Seok had already tried but all she could do was offer up whatever knowledge she had.

Liv was about to say something else but before she got the chance, a familiar feminine voice came from a few feet away, angled in their direction. Liv didn't need to turn to see Claire, one of the other educators here. She was usually enamoured by So-Min but Liv couldn't quite say the feeling had been mutual, unfortunately. "So-Min!" She came over to the three people seated on the floor with some excitement. Judging by the way she looked at Jun-Seok, Olivia had a feeling they had probably met in the past, before Liv started working here, but Claire was more interested in playing with So-Min. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "This is much better."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

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MOOD wow. rejected.

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "GET AWAY FROM ME SATAN. Wait, Appa? NO I WANT OLIVIA. GIMME GIMME."

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Jun watched as Olivia sat down before him upon the ground, handing So-Min another plush toy. It seemed as though So-Min was far from interested in the toy as she began to reach out for Olivia once more. Slowly, but surely, the little girl was wriggling her way over to the educator with her own bum shuffle technique. It was quite genius, if we were being completely honest. Then again, Jun thought everything So-Min was particularly inspiring and amazing. He wasn’t bias at all.

Hearing Olivia’s voice, he brought his attention back to the girl, listening carefully to what she was saying. She… sort of did have a point. They didn’t always have a good sleeping routine together. Particularly because So-Min wouldn’t sleep until Jun was lying in bed with her. Some nights, Jun just had so much paperwork to do that he would have to stay up just that little bit longer. I mean, he thought he had a good routine going for them. Once home, he and So-Min played for a bit, and then he’d start dinner, they’d eat, she’d have her bath, into her pyjamas and then he’d do his paperwork while she rested with her toys on the playmat. But maybe… maybe he had to sort something else out.

He slowly nodded to Olivia’s suggestions. Ah man, being a single parent was hard. Sure, some single parents were out there and thriving in life. But then there were parents like him who didn’t have any family or friends to rely on. It was literally just him and So-Min; twenty-four seven. He had thought about potentially finding a baby sitter so he could spend some more time in the office, focusing on the paperwork. Even just once or twice a week. But to find someone who was willing to babysit and also capable… well, it seemed harder than expected. Maybe it was because he was way too picky with who he wanted to look after his daughter? Or maybe he just wanted what was best for So-Min?

He was about to verbally agree with Olivia in what she was saying – heck, even thank her – when he heard someone else call So-Min’s name. Now, at first glance, he thought that once again, another stranger because she wasn’t wearing a uniform. But as she approached, he could see her face more clearly and could see that it was one of the educators that he would often see in the mornings as he dropped So-Min of. You know, when his daughter would scream like a complete banshee and melt your ears off. The main reason why Jun had been doubting that his daughter was even having any fun at the centre to begin with.

And here it was… That same scream. As soon as the other educator began to approach So-Min, the child took one look at her and began to scream her head off. His automatic parent mode went off in his head and Jun took hold of his daughter to comfort her. “So-Min-ah,” he cooed, attempting to calm his daughter down as he held her in his arms. Alas, the child kept on pushing against him with the tears falling down her face and the crying boogers beginning to form. “So-Min-ah, calm down. It’s okay… Shh… It’s okay…”

He continued to attempt to comfort So-Min, hushing to her in Korean that it was going to be okay and bouncing her lightly up and down. But no matter what he did, she kept pushing him away and was reaching out for something behind. Or rather… someone. Jun’s eyes followed the direction of where So-Min’s little arm was stretching out to and saw that it was on its way toward Olivia’s direction. “I uh… I think she wants you…” Jun said in a rather confused matter. Why the hell would his daughter want Olivia when he was right here? Manoeuvring his daughter, as he brought her closer to Olivia, he could see that the baby was reaching out towards the educator. Practically begging for her to hold her. Well… this sure was strange. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia had joined two weeks ago, but she had never actually been present for any of So-Min's drop offs. Usually that was Claire, and she often told Olivia about So-Min's tendency to 'throw a tantrum' as she called it, but honestly, she never saw it. When she was around the child, things were fine. Claire often said that it was because she had just gotten used to being in daycare which was probably why, once inside, she didn't act up as much, and Olivia never questioned it.

This was the first time she was hearing So-Min screech though, and she could see what Claire meant by it. It was high pitched, and it tugged at Liv's heart strings since she sounded incredibly uncomfortable about something or the other. Liv couldn't tell what exactly that was, but all attempts from Jun-Seok to try and calm her down didn't really seem to be helping.

Olivia briefly glanced up to meet Claire's gaze, and she seemed confused and was saying something directed at So-Min, urging her not to cry, but that didn't seem to be helping much either. Looking back to Jun-Seok, she noticed that So-Min was reaching out in her direction. This confused Olivia too, since she was with her father so she didn't understand why she'd want to leave his arms to seek comfort elsewhere, but Jun-Seok seemed to notice it too.

Olivia offered a polite, but mildly nervous smile since this was a situation she wasn't familiar with. Babies sometimes grew attached to their educators, but she always say parents take precedence over anyone else. Maybe it was just this particular instance involving Claire. Liv couldn't tell for sure, but she wasn't going to deny a baby the love and care she deserved so when she was held out in her direction, Liv happily reached forward to cradle So-Min close to her body.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a handkerchief that she usually kept for such scenarios — not exactly this scenario, but in her field of work, she came across several crying children for some reason or the other, so having a handkerchief came handy. She carefully wiped the tears away and cleaned her leaky nose before folding the thing back up to be washed later. [div class=tag1]"It's okay,"[/div] she cooed to So-Min, her baby talk voice coming to light. It always did around babies. It was just more affectionate and sounded enthusiastic about pretty much everything. [div class=tag1]"That's Claire, you know Claire. She just wants to say hi,"[/div] she explained with a smile, gesturing to an unsure Claire who looked like she wanted to get out of there.

[div class=tag1]"Appa's there too,"[/div] Olivia added, using the term for father that she had heard Jun-Seok use earlier, figuring that So-Min would be able to identify with it more than 'daddy' or any other variation of the word. Gently, she bounced So-Min up and down on her lap in an attempt to get her to smile. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "My heart is so full."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

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MOOD ok. i see how it is. break my heart.

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "i don't want dinner - i just want my Olivia!"

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]This whole situation… was brand new to Jun.

He watched as his daughter practically leapt from his grasp into Olivia’s arms. Jun had never ever seen this before; never had So-Min acted this way in her life. The only time she ever pined for another was… well, with him. She was acting as if he was one of the educators that she was left with in the morning. So, why was she now all the sudden so upset to come to him? Watching as Olivia took hold of So-Min and positioned her into a caring cuddle, it brought Jun’s train of thought to one place;

What made her so special that So-Min acted this way? And what was this feeling that he was feeling in his core? Was it… jealousy?

Well, considering he had just spent the last six months with only his daughter, not even attempting to make friends or join any of those mother groups, So-Min had been his life. She was with him twenty-four-seven. And now for someone else to come and all the sudden… So-Min is in love with her? It just puzzled Jun. And the stubbornness in him (which he also knew So-Min seemed to have inherited that stubborn trait) wanted So-Min to only want him. To only cry for him. It baffled him to see So-Min act this way, especially as she then began to calm down for Olivia.

He wanted to pout and frown and be annoyed that So-Min was acting this way. But then something happened that made it impossible to act that way. Olivia… began to coo at So-Min. Her voice. Oh, dear Lord… Her voice. It was… It was so damn cute. Jun sat there, in complete awe of the way that Olivia was comforting So-Min. How she wiped away her tears, spoke in that adorable voice and gently bounced her. His mouth hung open the tiniest bit, wondering what the hell was happening with him. Why did he feel like he was about to explode from all this damn… just… cuteness?!

Hearing the word Appa, Jun automatically straightened up his posture and closed his mouth. Right. Focus. This is no time to feel anything. Focus on your daughter. No matter how cute that teacher sounded and how beautiful it is to see your daughter actually make a connection with someone that isn’t you – Focus, focus, focus.

So-Min’s tears began to slowly come to an end and the little girl looked quite content with being in the arms of her educator. Okay… well… at least she was happy. But Jun knew that it was time to get going soon as it was on the verge of So-Min’s dinner time. The child was no doubt going to get hungry and grouchy. And the thought of having to walk home with her in the carrier, screaming her head off wasn’t something that he was looking forward to. So, he reached over and gently took hold of his daughter’s hand, shaking it lightly to grab her attention.

“So-Min-ah,” he said to get her full attention. Once the baby was looking at him, he began to use the sign language for ‘dinner’. “We’ll have dinner soon, okay?”. Normally, So-Min would sign (or at least attempt to sign back at him) when she was hungry or wanted more food. But as soon as she saw that hand signal and his words, she automatically turned away and buried her head into the nook of Olivia’s neck. Ah man, this was going to be a challenge to leave tonight, wasn’t it?

“She uh… She’s not usually like this…” Jun commented, looking at his daughter back to Olivia. “Usually she gets upset when I’m not here but she… uh… she apparently wants nothing to do with me” [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

[natasha.]

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia was more than content with holding So-Min for as long as the child wanted to be with her, but she also knew that they'd have to head home soon because she'd need to have dinner soon. Judging by the way Jun-Seok spoke to his daughter, using gestures and signs, Olivia knew she'd been right in her assumption, but unfortunately, So-Min didn't seem to want to leave.

The way she buried her face into Olivia's neck made her feel a little... sad, admittedly. It was a strong reminder of what she almost had, two years ago. She told herself that she could do well in her work environment, despite being surrounded by children on a daily basis, though none of the kids she took care of grew attached to her the way So-Min had. She had to remind herself not to become too attached herself. That wouldn't end well for anyone.

When Jun spoke to her again, commenting on how unusual this situation was, Olivia offered a friendly smile. She could sense the slight uneasiness that Jun probably felt, seeing his child prefer sitting with her teacher than with him. It was a phenomena she had seen with other kids too, but it didn't necessarily need to be something he had to worry about.

[div class=tag1]"I wouldn't read too much into it,"[/div] Olivia assured him, continuing to gently bounce So-Min on her lap and tapping her back in a soothing way. [div class=tag1]"It's a good thing if she's forming bonds with other people besides her parents. It'll be good for her development in the future."[/div] That being said, she knew it could be difficult sometimes. Olivia found that reassuring the child of the fact that this goodbye wasn't permanent was sometimes effective.

She slowly pulled So-Min away from her body so she could look at her face properly. [div class=tag1]"It's time to go with Appa, okay?"[/div] The baby talk came up again, since it seemed to be effective in calming her down. [div class=tag1]"But I'll see you again tomorrow and we'll paint."[/div] Olivia wasn't sure how much of it she understood, but she did her best to use a tone of voice that was reassuring and some hand gestures that she might understand, so So-Min would go without a fuss and realise that she was coming back soon enough.

As she said this, Olivia reached out to give So-Min back to Jun so he could strap her back into the carrier. [div class=tag1]"She'll still love her dad more than anyone, if the screaming when you drop her off is any indication,"[/div] Olivia added with a small laugh. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "Time to go home."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

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MOOD holy crap on a cracker. really so-min?

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "we stan olivia. we stan olivia. olivia. olivia. oliva. we stan olivia"

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Olivia was right. Forming bonds with other people was a good thing. Ah, why was he such a jealous, stubborn ass sometimes? It was good that So-Min was looking for comfort in the educators at the centre. At least he could have some form of peace of mind while he was at work. He slowly nodded as Olivia explained to him how it was good for So-Min’s future development, showing the educator that he actually was listening to what she was saying. After all, that’s how you show respect to people, right?

And then that baby talk again. Oh, my word, he could feel the heat beginning to rise in his face again. No, no, no. Licking his dry lips lightly, he turned his attention away from the cuteness that was happening before him, hoping it would push away any evidence upon his face that he thought the way Olivia and So-Min interacted was so damn cute. To try and take his mind off of it, he took hold of the carrier that he had placed beside him and began to strap and latch it onto himself, ready for So-Min.

As Olivia added that So-Min would still love him above everyone else, he couldn’t help but allow a small breathy chuckle to slip past his lips. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time he had let a sound like that leave past his lips. Pushing aside the feeling of how damn weird that was, he stretched out his arms to receive So-Min into his arms. And oh boy, she was not happy.

The six-month-old began to scream and cry once more. Her eyes shut in frustration and she began to wiggle in her father’s arms. “Aiiishhh, So-Min-ah, it’s home time now.” Jun began, bringing his daughter close to him so he could put her into the carrier. His voice sounded stern and he didn’t even think twice how it might’ve sounded to someone who didn’t speak Korean. “Time to come home with Appa for dinner. We need to say goodbye and we will see you tomorrow.” He continued to attempt to strap his daughter into his carrier, but it seemed as if his sentences to his daughter only made things worse

So-Min began to cry even louder if it was even possible. She arched her back as an attempt to escape from her father’s grasp. Jun’s eyes widened with shock at his daughter’s behaviour as he was finally able to strap her in completely. Well, now, this was a first. He could feel his face that was one burning because how cute So-Min and Olivia had been, now start to burn with embarrassment over how his daughter was acting in front of others. He didn’t want her to be that kid. You know that kid. Every school and centre had that kid that no one wanted to look after.

He planted his hands upon So-Min (one on the back of her head and other on top of the carrier, against her back) before attempting to sush her. “It’s okay… It’s okay…” he cooed at the child, bouncing her lightly up and down in the carrier. Her crying was beginning to calm down a bit but still – geez. Was she hell-bent on making his life difficult tonight, or what?

Releasing an exhausted sigh, Jun’s mind automatically went to what their routine was when they got home. Dinner, bath, some paperwork and bedtime. But then… he remembered what Olivia said. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he needed help. He needed help big time. So, slowly, he brought his gaze from the child in his arms and back up to Olivia. “You uh…” he began, trying to find the right words to say “You don’t happen to babysit, do you? Or… know… anyone who is good for babysitting?” [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; padding-bottom:5px;left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] It didn't get any better once Jun finally got hold of So-Min and strapped her into the carrier. She could tell he was doing some parenting with his stern voice but she couldn't exactly understand what it was he was saying. Olivia could also sense that he just wanted So-Min to stop crying so there would be fewer eyes on them — she had already gained a reputation for being a screamer when dropped off, but other kids were like that too. Olivia had seen older children throwing tantrums at drop off, and then again when they had to go back home, because of the transition. Each kid was different.

So-Min eventually calmed a little, with some soothing and cooing from her father. It still wasn't an ideal situation, but it was better than her wailing her head off, for the time being. Once they were home, she'd fall back into her routine and be fine... till drop off tomorrow, of course. Olivia was confident that the habit would soon change as So-Min got older. It was just a tough time right now. The sleep regression probably didn't help either father or daughter.

Olivia had been about to thank Jun for showing up, before lapsing into a small speech about how it was important that parents show up to these things and remain involved, but before she got the chance — and she had a feeling that Jun knew all of this anyway — he asked her about babysitting. Now that was new.

Olivia had done her fair share of babysitting in the past and she'd been really good at it. She had never gotten a babysitting gig as a result of being an educator though. Nobody had ever really asked, but then again, no other child had grown attached to her the way So-Min had, and she felt like Jun could recognise this, was probably even confused by it.

[div class=tag1]"I just moved here, so I don't really know anyone outside this centre,"[/div] she explained with a smile, slipping one hand into her back pocket where she kept her cards — just in case any parent ever needed to contact her. She didn't always carry them, but since tonight was parent night, she figured it would come in handy.

[div class=tag1]"I can help out though, if you ever need it,"[/div] she added, happy to offer her services as long as it wasn't during work time. She handed her card over to him so he had her full name and number. [div class=tag1]"You can give me a call or drop me a message any time." [/div]

Olivia felt compelled to ask about the situation of things at home. Maybe his wife worked all day too, so it was difficult? She didn't know, but she refrained from poking. So-Min was getting the best care, that was all that mattered.

[div class=tag1]"Thanks for coming with her,"[/div] Olivia said, looking to So-Min and giving her a slightly wider grin. [div class=tag1]"It's always good to meet the parents. She's one lucky girl. Isn't that right, So-Min?"[/div] She reached out to brush away a stray tear from the girl's eye using a single finger and a gentle motion. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Nursery room.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "Well this is new."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Casual + Boho.

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MOOD i actually feel very confident about this place now

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "appa. smell Olivia. she smells like umma clothes!"

LOCATION Nursery room

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Brown coat, grey jumper and jeans. Much different from his usual work attire (picture on the right). Of course, carrying the cutie known as So-Min in her carrier as she wears her yellow jacket + grey onsie.

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[/div][/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Once So-Min was at least a little bit more content in her carrier, Jun slowly rose from the ground to his full height all the while listening to Olivia. Hearing her mention that she had just moved her made him wonder where she had been located before. Why she had moved? Why did she pick here? All these questions, but he knew that was poking too much into her personal life. And then he had to catch himself – why the heck was he even interested in all of that stuff? Was it because she was So-Min’s favourite educator? He was going to toss it up to that because there was no other reason that he could think of.

As he saw that hand being extended with the card, he could’ve kissed Olivia’s feet to thank her. Even though this was the first time meeting her, it seemed as if So-Min was already very attached to the educator. Having someone to babysit her, without freaking out if they were going to hurt his child or if So-Min would spend the whole time screaming out on the top of her lungs, was a huge relief. He took hold of the card, gazing down for a moment to see Olivia’s name and phone number upon it.

And Jesus Christ, he almost pulled out his own business card to hand to the girl as he went to place her card into his back pocket. I suppose it was a force of habit. Pushing back the reflex in his mind, he simply nodded at Olivia to show her that he understood. Oh, he could imagine it now. To actually be able to stay for longer hours in the office so he could get some paperwork done. It was a combination of one part sweet bliss and one part horrifying to think he was leaving his child was someone by herself.

As Olivia reached out to brush away the stray year, oh boy… Did Jun’s heart swell up. Especially when So-Min reached out and took hold of Olivia’s finger. A warm smile made it’s way upon Jun’s face as he gazed down at So-Min; his pride and joy. If only So-Jin could see the beautiful child that she had given birth to. The sparkle in So-Min’s eyes always reminded Jun of his past wife. And the way that she stared up at Olivia, the sparkles were clear and visible for all to see. He had often wondered what this whole experience would’ve been like had So-Jin been here still. Would they have put So-Min into daycare? Would So-Jin be kind and caring to all the educators and probably become best friends with them all? Knowing how extroverted his wife had been, he could’ve seen it now. She would’ve been inviting Olivia over for Saturday afternoon lunch before proceeding to become wine buddies with her or something.

The thought of his wife left a sweet but sour feeling in the pit of his stomach. He missed her every day and it didn’t help that there were things around the house that reminded him daily about her. Swallowing thickly, Jun’s gaze moved from his daughter which he had been in awe and admiring to Olivia. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me tonight” he said to her in an extremely polite manner. “I uh… Suppose So-Min will see you tomorrow when you start your shift” [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.9;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;position:absolute; top:54px; left:718px; z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:70% 60%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:70% 60%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; padding-bottom:5px;left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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chapter two:

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weldherwings x natasha.

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] The rest of Olivia's week went by normally. She went to work, spent time with the kids — So-Min included, of course — and soon enough, the weekend had arrived. Saturday nights were usually reserved for her dinners with her brother, the ones she had made mandatory for him to attend. He usually made a fuss over the phone but ultimately, he never disappointed her. If anything, she had a feeling he enjoyed the cooking part of it all much more than she did.

Olivia wasn't a star chef — she managed and could follow recipes if she was feeling particularly adventurous and wanted to try something new, but Ezra had a knack for cooking, a natural ability that people are typically born with. It wasn't something he was pursuing as a career since he preferred to do it as more of a hobby, but it certainly benefited the whole household when he up and decided that he wanted to make dinner. For their Saturday meetings, a majority of the food was cooked by him, and Olivia certainly wasn't complaining.

She woke up early as usual, since she was a morning person more than a night person, regardless of how late she slept at night. She spent an hour of her early morning going for a jog and by the time she was back and had finished her shower, she got a call from an unknown number. Upon picking it up, she was surprised to learn that it was Jun-Seok. She wasn't sure why she was so surprised, since she'd been the one to tell him to call if she needed help, but she supposed she just hadn't been expecting it so soon in the morning. Not that it bothered her.

When he explained that he needed her to watch So-Min for two or three hours while he ran in to do some work, Liv was happy to agree. She didn't have much planned out for her day except some grocery shopping for dinner — Ezra gave her a list of ingredients already — but she could easily do that an hour before Ezra showed up since the store was a quick walk from her house.

Olivia waited for Jun to text her an address, changing into decent clothes in the mean time. When she got the necessary info, she was pleased to see that it wasn't very far. She could make the walk and be there in a short span of time so she opted to do that instead of catching a cab — Olivia didn't have a car, nor did she have a valid license since it expired before she moved here, but she could always just try out for it later. A car wasn't urgent for her at the moment and she was fine using the public transport system.

Olivia made it to Jun's house in a matter of minutes and, after double checking that she had the right address, she rang the doorbell and waited. It had been a while since she actually babysat but considering the close bond she already had with So-Min, she knew this would go along smoothly, without a hitch. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Outside Jun's house.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "Time to babysit."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Top & jeans & jacket.

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MOOD Apppppa. My butt hurts soooo muchhhhhh

LOCATION Yeon residence

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT The cutest damn thing you'll ever see in your whole damn life.

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[/div][/div] [div class=side2][div class=top]Yeon So-Min.[/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Appa had been crying again.

Well, at least I think he had been. I know I’ve been crying my head off for the last hour because my bottom has been so sore! I don’t know what has happened! But every time I try and poo, or when I sit down, it really hurts! Appa seems to get really upset when I start to cry but he’s lovely. He picks me up straight away and gives me cuddles to comfort me. He cooes and shhs me, telling me that he loves me and he understands that I’m in pain. But here’s something I don’t know about – why the hell am I in pain?! I can feel it, but why the hell does my bottom hurt so much? Every time Appa puts me down, I feel sad again. I don’t want him to ever put me down again because his cuddles make me feel so happy – especially when I’m in so much pain!

Appa had just finished changing my nappy – which hurt like hell! I screamed as loud as I could to let him know that it hurt as he wiped my bottom and placed on some cream. Maybe I screamed too loud? Because Appa got very flustered and looked like he was going to start crying himself. I didn’t mean to make him sad. It wasn’t intentional. Once he put on a new nappy, I could see that he was wiping his eyes as he held onto me closely. I snuggled into him closer as we walked from out of my bedroom into the living area, and Appa sat down at the dining table with me in his arms still.

There was noises coming from the computer thing on the table, and Appa leant over to stop the noises. My face was still nuzzled into Appa’s neck when I heard his familiar voice. “Hello, Umma.” He said softly.

Umma? Where was Umma?

I turned around to see who Appa was talking to. Upon the computer screen, there was a lady waving. That wasn’t Umma. That was Helmoni. Where was my Umma? Appa always said that a baby like me has an Umma and an Appa. But I’ve never seen my Umma. The imposter on the screen began to speak, and Appa continued to call her Umma. She wasn’t Umma though! Eventually, Helmoni called out to me and waved, cooing my name. No, I wasn’t going to wave at her. Even with Appa prompting me and grabbing hold of my hand to get me to wave. There was no way I was going to wave at Helmoni after she claimed she was Umma.

I could hear Appa sigh as I buried my head into his neck again. I was so tired… I just wanted to sleep. As my eyes closed softly, I listened to my Appa continue to speak to the lady on the screen. I’m not sure what he was talking about, to be honest. But I could hear the sadness in his voice. I could hear the crackle in the back of his throat and hear him sniffle back the tears as they began to fall down his face.

“Umma…” I could hear him say. “I don’t know what to do… She just… She just keeps screaming whenever I put her down… her rash is getting worse and no matter what I do I just… I’m clueless. I brought her to the doctors yesterday and they told me it was just nappy rash and to put some cream but… It’s worse today than yesterday”

“Jun-Seok-ah, it’s okay. Son, wipe your tears. It’s okay.” Helmoni said to Appa “I’ll send you some very special Korean medicine cream for her, okay? We used to use it on you when you were a child. You used to get rashes all the time and this was an absolute miracle. I’ll go to the shops and buy some now, and I’ll express ship it to you, okay? There’s no need to worry, Jun-Seok-ah. So-Min is very lucky to have you as her Appa”

“Thank you Umma…” Appa sniffled. I could feel him bring his hand up to wipe the tears from his face.

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MOOD why am i so awkward?

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "appa you got that yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy~!"

LOCATION Yeon residence (click for a tour!)

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Work attire (see on right) + black slippers.

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[/div][/div] [div class=side2][div class=top]YEON JUN-SEOK.[/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]He had paced around for well over half an hour, trying to figure out what to say to Olivia. Yeon Jun-Seok was a man who spoke on the phone every single day for work. But for some odd reason, he was struggling to pick up his damn phone, call Olivia, and asked her if she was able to babysit for him today. Maybe it was because he felt bad that he had to ask for help? The stubborn side of him was starting to show as he was trying to do everything on his own. He even considered just taking So-Min in with him to work with her bouncer or something. Anything so he didn’t have to admit that he needed help.

However, after last night’s skype call with his Umma, he had a long decent chat with her. And she finally convinced him that it was time to start letting other people help. That he was getting exhausted – which was okay – and that he would need someone else to help carry the weight of caring for So-Min – which was also okay. She had to remind him that he wasn’t Superman, and he couldn’t do it all on his own no matter how much his stubborn mind told him that he could. And so, she convinced him to call Olivia and ask if she could babysit.

Even when he was on the phone to her, he could feel his voice going up and down in slight octaves. He was jumbling up his words as if he had forgotten what it was like to speak English. But he somehow managed to push through and he somehow managed to seal the deal. As soon as he got off the phone and texted her the address, his eyes darted around the place. Everything was already neat and tidy (considering how much of a perfectionist he was), but that didn’t stop him from seeing the little crumbs on the rug or that the bin was starting to overflow. Or that he had one spoon left in the sink.

Panic mode began to set in.

He wasn’t even sure why he was acting this way. But right before Olivia rang the doorbell, Jun had managed to vacuum the rug, take the bin out, clean that spoon, get dressed in his work attire, prepare anything that Olivia would need while caring for his daughter, prepared So-Min’s lunch and then sat the child in her high chair, playing a bib around her neck and preparing her for her lunch. He had just been signing to So-Min, asking her if she wanted her bottle of water or some more of the rice meal he had prepared for her when the bell rang throughout the house.

“So-Min-ah,” Jun started, handing the girl her sippy cup filled with water “Appa is just going to go and get the door, okay? You stay here and Appa will be back”

Jun stood up and thankfully So-Min didn’t start screaming as he made his way towards the front door. Walking into the sunroom, he opened up the front door to see Olivia standing there, waiting. “Good afternoon,” he automatically said to the girl, bowing slightly to greet the girl. He opened the door a bit wider so she would be able to comfortably make her way inside the sunroom that connected to the house. “Uh… We uh… We don’t wear shoes… In the house…” He informed the girl, pointing to a neatly made shoe rack. Heck, even he had slippers on. “But… feel free to borrow some slippers” he mentioned, pointing to the small stack of clean slippers. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.8;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=side2]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;margin-left:10px; margin-bottom:10px;z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:50% 10%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:50% 50%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Once the door opened, Olivia beamed at Jun, who stood on the other side. She was honestly still getting a good look at the place. It was a lovely property, slightly bigger than the one Olivia was currently renting and it seemed just as well kept on the inside from what little she could see of it from where she stood.

Olivia was a little fazed by the formal tone that Jun adopted, only because she wasn't used to it herself as far as greetings went, so she replied with a rather jovial, [div class=tag1]"Hi. You have a lovely home."[/div] She stepped inside and stood at the doorframe, following his gaze as it travelled to a nearby shoe rack. [div class=tag1]"Oh, of course."[/div] She could certainly respect that rule. Olivia slipped off her sneakers and placed them on the rack neatly before pulling out a pair of slippers for her to wear.

She shrugged out of her jacket at the same time, opting to hang it up on a nearby coat rack before she stepped further into the house and looked all around. She took it all in during one glance, knowing she'd have a chance to get a better look once she settled in. She didn't mean to pry of course, but she was just curious about the kind of place that So-Min lived. It was already pretty clear to her that she was getting the best treatment though.

Deciding not to let her gaze linger for too long to be considered impolite, Olivia turned back to Jun, a smile still on her face. [div class=tag1]"Where's So-Min?"[/div] Though she asked, the answer came quicker than Jun could provide it because she could hear a bit of incoherent babbling coming from a nearby room.

In hindsight, she probably shouldn't have allowed herself to walk around as if she was an old friend, but as soon as she heard So-Min, she felt the need to go toward her, and within moments, the baby came into full view, seated in her high chair and likely waiting for lunch. [div class=tag1]"Well hello there,"[/div] Olivia cooed, walking closer and glancing over her shoulder momentarily to look at Jun. [div class=tag1]"I can get her lunch sorted if you need to leave immediately?"[/div] Olivia didn't know the urgency of his work so she was making an assumption, but she was more than happy to get right to work now that she was in So-Min's company.

Olivia also waited for any instructions she needed to be given by Jun, since she knew that every parent had them. For that, she kept her ears open to listen attentively, though until then, her focus was on the adorable little girl in front of her. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Jun's house.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "This is a nice place and... oh, hi So-Min!"

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Top & jeans & jacket.

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MOOD omg. i think i might pass out from the anxiety of leaving somin behind.

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "ah yes i love my wat- OLIVIAAAAAAA!"

LOCATION Yeon residence (click for a tour!)

TAG natasha.

OUTFIT Work attire (see on right) + black slippers.

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[/div][/div] [div class=side2][div class=top]YEON JUN-SEOK.[/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]Hearing her question to where So-Min was, Jun extended his arm to show the direction of which the little girl was. However, the said child was also starting to babble from her high chair. From the corner of his eye, he could see her holding onto her sippy cup with two hands, lifting it up and down with complete glee. And just as she began, Olivia seemed to have been drawn to it just as much as he had been.

Jun slowly followed Olivia’s steps into the main living area of his house where their living room, dining room and kitchen were all connected into one long room. With his hands in his pockets, he watched as Olivia approached his daughter and greeted her. As soon as So-Min noticed that Olivia was there, her face immediately lit up like a million stars in the Milky Way galaxy, and her arms and legs began to kick. The expression on So-Min’s face showed that she was rather too excited that her educator from daycare was before her as she threw her sippy cup upon the floor and lunged forward, attempting to take hold of Olivia’s arm.

A small smile came across Jun’s face seeing his daughter act this way for someone other than him. It was still a mystery to him to why she was acting this way. However, as he heard the second question from Olivia, he gazed from So-Min to the female with his mouth slightly agape. I mean, he didn’t think it was going to be this easy. “Uh…” he began, trying to figure what to say. There was a list of things he was meant to tell her but for some reason, his mind just drew a blank. It finally hit him as his eyes landed on the cream that was on the countertop.

“Oh uh… I’ll just quickly go through some uh… some things with you” he said, making his way over to the said countertop. He picked up the cream to show her that it was there. “So-Min has a bit of a bad nappy rash at the moment from her teething so uh… Just lather it on when changing. And… her lunch is ready.” He placed down the cream and picked up the small bowl which contained the rice and beef mixture for the child, before placing it on the dining table where Olivia would be sitting to feed So-Min. “Umm… to change her, the changing table is just… you go through the laundry-” he pointed in the direction of the laundry as he did so. “And then it’s the room on the left. Her clothes are in there too”

As So-Min was co-sleeping, he and So-Jin didn’t think it was necessary for them to make up a Nursery for her. Instead, they simply changed the study into a changing room where they would change her nappies and clothes when needed. Also to store any toys which weren’t being used.

“And uh… If you just quickly follow me I’ll show you where she sleeps” he said, pointing towards the direction of his bedroom. Once in the room, he turned on the light to reveal a clean, simple bedroom. There was the king-sized bed, bedside lockers, a mounted air conditioner and a plasma screen tv mounted onto the wall. Even on the bedside lockers were simply just a lamp on each side, remotes on one of them and a framed wedding picture on the other. He pointed to the side that had the framed wedding picture, as there were various pillows formed for So-Min to co-sleep. “So, Somin sleeps on this side. We keep the temperature to twenty degrees. The remotes are just on the bedside locker. She’s due a sleep after lunch so… Just come in, lie down with her until she falls asleep and try to sneak out if you want.”

He paused for a moment, knowing how emotional So-Min had been the last few days because of her growing teeth and repressed sleep. And so, he decided to share his little secret in calming the girl. “If uh… If she doesn’t settle for you… The top drawer of the bedside locker on her side. Just take a shirt out and give it to her. She likes to cuddle it.” he instructed the girl. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.8;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=side2]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;margin-left:10px; margin-bottom:10px;z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:50% 10%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:50% 50%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]

 

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[div class=box2] [div class=title]olivia hamilton[/div] [div class=content][div class=scroll] Olivia turned to face Jun when he began to explain certain things that she needed to know for as long as he was gone. She nodded while he went through each thing, keeping it all in mind. He seemed to have everything prepared already so Olivia mainly had to make sure that So-Min ate, that she was changed — after applying the cream for her rash — and that she napped after it was all said and done. Didn't seem too difficult since Olivia was used to spending time with So-Min at daycare, though the routine was usually a little different.

As Jun led the way to the bedroom, she followed, looking around and taking in her surroundings once she was inside. She didn't pick up on any immediate signs that anyone else lived there with Jun-Seok, but the picture frames said otherwise. Jun had gotten married, that much was for sure. Whether he was still married remained a mystery to her, and she thought it too insensitive to outright ask. Maybe his wife was just away for a while?

She was jerked from her running train of thought when Jun pointed out which side of the bed So-Min slept on and Liv nodded, showing him that she understood. All in all, it didn't seem like an impossible mission for him being gone only a few hours. So-Min was due for a nap anyway so Liv had a feeling that she'd be spending more time watching So-Min sleep than anything else.

[div class=tag1]"Sounds good,"[/div] Olivia told him, verbally acknowledging that she understood anything, just to ease his mind a little. [div class=tag1]"We'll be fine,"[/div] she added with a reassuring tone and a small smile, retreating from the bedroom to go back to where So-Min sat, likely waiting for her food. Olivia already went ahead with getting it ready for her. [div class=tag1]"We'll see Appa in a few hours, won't we?"[/div] This time she spoke to So-Min, and therefore used the baby talking voice, mainly to assure the child that her father would be back soon enough.

Olivia felt good about this. Normally she didn't feel totally comfortable crossing the boundary from daycare into moving to babysitting because that put her in close proximity with the entire family and meant that So-Min might grow more attached, but Jun seemed like he had needed the help, and who was Liv to turn away help when it was asked of her? Hell, she might have offered even if people didn't ask. All she needed was to see some sign of struggle and she was jumping at the chance to try and make things easier. [/div][/div] [/div] [div class=box3] [div class=icon][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll2] [div class=tag2]location[/div] Jun's house.

[div class=tag2]mood[/div] "This'll be a piece of cake."

[div class=tag2]outfit[/div] Top & jeans & jacket.

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MOOD ok so... i guess... I'm off to work?.

SO-MIN'S THOUGHTS "Olivia, I have so much fun stuff we can do together. I have my toys and that magic box over there? It plays videos on it - it's so cool! Oh yeah, bye Appa. Oh and you should see the backyard - it's HUGE!"

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[/div][/div] [div class=side2][div class=top]YEON JUN-SEOK.[/div] [div class=scrollbox][div class="scroll"]To say he nervous about all of this was a bit of an understatement. He just wanted So-Min to be happy, healthy and safe. That’s what all parents wanted for their children, right? And he just wanted the same as every other parent in the world would want. Releasing a shaky sigh, he followed Olivia back into the main area where So-Min was patiently waiting for her food. As soon as she saw Olivia and Jun enter the room once more, a delighted squeal exploded from her mouth and her legs began to kick from joy.

Hearing Olivia speak to So-Min… oh… his heart. Do not smile. Do not smile. Do not smile. he kept on chanting to himself as he walked over to the countertop where his laptop bag was. However, he couldn’t help but glance over and take in the sight of Olivia speaking to his daughter and So-Min responding with babbles and getting rather excited about the female before her. Okay… So, he cracked. A smile spread across his face as he saw how joyful his daughter was right now. I mean, how could you not smile with the way she was responding?

Okay. He had to re-group.

Clearing his throat lightly, he took hold of his bag before turning to Olivia once more. “I’ll uh… I’ll get going. I’ll send you a message once I’m leaving the hospital” he informed the girl before making his way over to So-Min. He squatted down so he was at the same eye level as his daughter, and took hold of one of her hands to get her attention. “So-Min-Ah. Appa is going to work now. You be good for Olivia” He told the baby with a soft smile upon his face. “Appa will be back home for when you wake up and we will go for a nice walk around the park. Appa loves you.”

Leaning over, he placed his hand upon the back of her head and pressed a kiss upon her forehead. With that, he slowly stood to his full height and turned to look at Olivia. “I guess I’ll be off then.” he stated to the girl. And that was it. It was all passed over to Olivia now. He was no longer in control no matter how much he wanted to be. Jun waved to So-Min as he began to walk towards the sunroom to place his work shoes on. Finally, he was out of the door but not without another wave and calling out a goodbye.

Climbing into the car was just… so surreal. He quickly looked behind him to see the baby seat and his mind automatically screamed you forgot So-Min. But no… he had to remember that the girl was at home with Olivia. And now… this was going to the be the first time in six months where he wouldn’t be spending a full week end with his daughter. He felt rather… well… he was a bit annoyed at himself. He had spent the whole week at work and now So-Min was, once again, under the care of someone else and not him. But he also had to remember… that he was working so he and So-Min could have a better life here in Australia. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class=bg]width:100%; height:560px; background-color: #f9f9f9; [/class] [class=bgoverlay]width:100%; height:560px; background-image: url(https://www.transparenttextures.com/patterns/concrete-wall.png); background-size:30%; opacity:0.8;[/class] [class=body]width:820px; height:450px; background-color:var(--cream); position:relative; margin:auto; top:50px;[/class] [class=side1]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=side2]width:400px; height:450px; display:inline-block[/class] [class=top]width:390px; height:40px; padding-top:20px; padding-right:10px; background-color:var(--pink);display:inline-block;margin-left:10px; margin-bottom:10px;z-index:1; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:14px; font-family:Karla; text-align:right; letter-spacing:0.5px; color:white[/class] [class=scrollbox]width:376px; padding:10px; height:360px; display:inline-block;overflow:hidden; box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 2px rgb(165, 165, 165, 0.3); background-color:white; margin-left:10px;[/class] [class=pic]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--picture); background-size:120%; background-position:50% 10%; [/class] [class=pic2]width:400px; height:380px; background:var(--gif); background-size:cover; background-position:50% 50%; opacity:0; transition:2s; cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important [/class] [class name=pic2 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2;[/class] [class=bottom] width:380px; height:30px; padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; position:absolute; top:390px; left:0px; background-color:rgb(165, 165, 165); color:#F4F4F4; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:left; letter-spacing:1px; transition:3s; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=h1]text-transform:uppercase; font-size:13px; font-family:Karla; text-align:center; letter-spacing:1px;cursor: url('https://i.imgur.com/8akxkMH.png'), auto !important;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;padding-right:30px;padding-left:5px; left: -2px;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; font-family:Karla; font-size:13px; color: #292b37; line-height:15px;letter-spacing;1px;[/class] [class=up]height:420px; top:0px; transition:3s;[/class] [script class=h1 on=click] if (eq ${open} 0) (addClass up bottom) (removeClass up bottom) if (eq ${open} 0) (set open 1) (set open 0)[/script]