Realistic or Modern ♚ | 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

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[div class=body][div class=film][/div][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]weldherwings x Natasha.[/div][/div] [class=body]width:500px; height:280px; background: URL(https://data.whicdn.com/images/278093257/original.jpg); background-size:cover; background-position:50% 50%; position:relative; margin:auto; filter:grayscale(100%); border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=film]width:500px; height:280px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.5;border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=h1]width:500px; height:100px; font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:white; letter-spacing:-1.5px; position:absolute; top:100px; text-align:center;[/class] [class=h2]width:500px; height:100px; font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:white; letter-spacing:3.5px; position:absolute; top:150px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center;[/class]

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=body][div class=pic1][/div][div class=film][/div][div class=h1]chapter one.[/div] [div class=h2]first greetings.[/div][/div] [class=body]width:500px; height:280px; background-color:black; background-size:cover; background-position:50% 50%; position:relative; margin:auto; filter:grayscale(100%); border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=pic1]width:220px; height:260px; background:URL(https://vik231229m1gjzr5eqnxbznd-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/9/2015/10/well-dressed.gif); background-size:cover; background-position:80%; position:absolute; left:10px; top:10px; border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=film]width:500px; height:280px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.5;border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=h1]width:300px; height:100px; font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:white; letter-spacing:-1.5px; position:absolute; top:100px; left:250px;[/class] [class=h2]width:200px; height:100px; font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:white; letter-spacing:3.5px; position:absolute; top:150px; text-transform:uppercase; left:340px; [/class]

 

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[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] There was a thousand things Jae-Hyeon could be doing right now. For example – he could be sleeping. Sleep was very precious to him considering he only caught about four to five hours’ worth of it a day; needing to gulp down three to four coffees to keep him awake enough to actually function like a normal human being. That being said, he was yet to have his second morning coffee and he was beginning to feel that far distance, annoying, throbbing feeling in his temples. You’ve got this Jae, he thought to himself as he brought his hands up to rub the pressure points on the side of his temple. This white chick is bound to go to Starbucks at some point. That’s what white twenty something year old girls do, right?

Well, he wouldn’t have a clue.

A long, over exaggerated exhale fell from his lips as he stared at the door before him. He had been standing here for a total of two minutes and thirty-five seconds. And within those two minutes and thirty-five seconds, he had thought of probably twenty-five different ways to get out of this babysitting job. For instance, he could shoot himself. But then it would mean he would have to locate a gun. Or he… he could hang himself. He had enough clothing in his small carry-on suitcase to create a rope and hang himself from the window. Okay, wow. Let’s try and think of another way to get out of it without killing ourselves, yeah? Ah, his common sense was no fun at times.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, prompting him to quickly pull it from his pants and gaze down at the new message. He had been hoping that it was going to be a text from his Appa or Suho saying that the baby sitting gig had been cancelled. Alas, it was not. But it was his Appa. Telling him that the gang was putting their trust in him – that the alliance wouldn’t have been made possible if Jae didn’t take this job for the time being. A twenty-four-hour babysitter. Oh wait, no. He was being a body guard. But in Jae’s eyes, he really couldn’t tell the difference. It was probably him just being sour that he was stuck doing this job “until further notice” as Suho said. The unknown was what killed him the most.

Jae’s fingers quickly swiped over the phone, looking back at the past messages to try and remember what the name of this girl was. And looking at these messages… oh God. Bless his Appa’s heart but that man couldn’t write or speak in English to save his life. When it came to the hangul texts, they were perfect and made perfect sense. But when he wrote in English… dear Lord. It was like some two year old got hold of their parent’s phone and went to town hacking their Facebook status’. Which was probably when he read the message that had the girl’s name, Jae couldn’t help but frown in confusion.

“Caramel Baby Cheeses?” Jae questioned himself in a hush tone under his breath. Had his Appa been drinking too much soju?! There was no way that this was her name. And if it was… dear lord. What type of people were they dealing with here?

With the frown still plastered onto his face, he locked his phone and placed it back into his pocket before looking back up at the door. Here goes nothing… he thought to himself before sighing and bringing his fist to the door, giving three solid knocks.

Please don’t be home. Please don’t be home. Please don’t be home. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]end me[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]out the front of this child's house[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

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[natasha.]

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[div class=tag]location

outside her apartment.

[div class=tag]mood

"oh, right, today marks the first day of babysitting. sigh."

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

In all honesty, Camille didn't think she needed a bodyguard.

Well, in her eyes, it was more of a babysitting job, but her father — and a smug faced Calvin — had insisted that it would be in her best interest. That it would be safer with someone watching out for her because apparently, according to her father, she had the tendency to get a little distracted every now and then. Of course, she'd deny it any time someone asked, though she knew deep down that it was true. But who isn't flawed?

In any case, Camille naturally wasn't too thrilled about the idea of being followed around all day, and for who knew how long. Maybe if she picked up some more self defense, her father would deem her responsible enough to be able to take care of herself. She had to try very hard to not point out that she wouldn't even need to learn how to protect herself with such extreme methods if he'd just chosen a different career path. Why couldn't they own a bakery instead of a chain of pubs and casinos?

But no, her father had chosen to live up to his legacy, and she didn't doubt that he expected the same of his children. Calvin was on his way there but Camille was far from it. She'd gone down a more... artistic route. Literally. Art had always been a good escape when she was younger, and so had dancing — ballet, specifically. The former was what she was pursuing more professionally, which was why she'd got up way too early that morning to go and buy supplies. She had an assignment due in a week and Camille hadn't even started yet, mainly because she was waiting for inspiration to hit. And the stupid thing hit her at three in the morning, because why would it come to her at a normal time?

She was vaguely aware, when she woke, of the fact that she was to meet her 'bodyguard' today. She hadn't gotten a picture or anything, not even a mental one. All she had was a text from her dad with his name and what time he'd be coming over. Camille only seemed to remember this while she was finishing up her shopping, and even if she didn't want this in the first place, she also didn't want to leave the guy waiting outside her place.

So, she quickly shoved everything into a paper bag and rushed out after paying. The store was close to her apartment building, so she usually either walked or took her bicycle. Fortunately, this time she took her bike because it made the travel back a little quicker, and she had the basket in front to keep her paper bag. Upon reaching the building, she hopped off the bike and carried the bag in her arms while wheeling the bike in through the revolving doors. It was always a bit of difficulty, and she probably didn't hold an ounce of grace while doing so — she likely should have, considering the kind of place she lived in. It was lavish, expensive looking on the outside and in, and there were a few big names within those walls as well.

The doorman quickly came to her aid, much to her relief, and she was inside in no time. "Hey Shelby," Camille called out, slightly breathless, to the security guard seated inside. Having recognised her voice, he immediately sat up to greet her in return before shuffling to his feet and heading to the elevator before her to press the button, seeing as how she had her hands full.

The ride up were the only few seconds of silence because there was no moving around involved, and then the doors finally opened. Her apartment was just a few feet to the left of the elevator but despite the short distance, Camille didn't make it all the way, because as she stepped out of the elevator, bike in tow, the bottom of paper bag tucked under her other arm gave away. Most of her art supplies tore through and fell to the floor.

Fortunately nothing was made of glass, but there was a lot of stuff. She watched as some paint cans rolled over toward her apartment door, and only then did she realise that someone stood in front of it. She blinked and looked him up and down before connecting the dots. Yep, she was as forgetful as she was easily distractible.

Despite how completely disorganised she seemed to be in the moment, Camille offered a smile, to be polite. "You must be Jae."

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camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] He stood still for a moment, intensely staring at the floor as he focused on trying to hear if there was any noise inside. There… there wasn’t any sound? Oh lord, that meant she wasn’t here. His prayers had been answered! There really was someone up in heaven smiling down on him. A wide grin almost made it’s way to his face – that was until he heard the sound of a paper bag ripping and multiple items falling to the ground.

One of the items, a paint tin, slowly rolled over towards here he stood. With an unbothered face, he brought his foot up ever so slightly and placed it on top of the tin to stop it from rolling. A paint tin? What in god’s name? And then someone… said his name?

Jae’s brow rose as his gaze moved from the paint tip held by his foot, up to the face of the female before him. She had said his name so… obviously this was the girl he was meant to be babysitting – sorry, body guarding. He kept getting those two mixed up because, well, it was odd for him to be guarding a twenty-something-year-old female. Normally it was overweight fifty to sixty-something-year-old males who would often walk around with dried food in the corners of their mouth. But this… this was different.

His raised brow instantly dropped into a confused frown as he began to drink in the image of the female before him. Wasn’t she meant to be apart of the Italian mafia or something like that? Well, where was her brown curly hair? Where was her big thick Italian like accent and finishing her phrase with “mamma mia” and gesturing her hand towards him? Most importantly – why was it was a tin of paint that rolled to his foot rather a tin of sun-dried tomatoes or pasta sauce.

Wow. And you complain about people being racist to you, he thought to himself, shunning his inner monologue. Well, in all honesty, I suppose he was a little bit racist. But that was because of his upbringing, you know? Let’s blame it on that. All the children at school used to tease him for his accent and how he went to school with dumplings and rice for lunch. Now he was just trying to make up for all those times he didn’t stand up for himself in the canteen hall.

Leaning down, Jae took hold of the tin of paint before standing to his full position. “Seung Jae-Hyeon...” he announced to her before extending his arm with the paint tin in his grasps. “But you know white people, they struggle with ethnicity so feel free to call me Jae.” Wow. He really sounded like he wanted to be there, didn’t he?

Once the female took the tin out of his grasp, he placed both his hands into his pant’s pockets. For a moment, he paused and pursed his lips together, causing them to thin. To be honest, he really didn’t know what to say. Mainly because he had no idea what her real freaking name was thanks to his Appa butchering the English language. “So uh… Caramel Baby Cheeses… I’m assuming that my Appa’s English is horrible and he misheard your name… Or… if that is your real name, I have so many questions about your parents.”

Hey Jae. You know you could be a nice person and help her pick up the items that fell on the ground. Jiminy Cricket was in the back of his mind again – trying to get him to do something right. Well, she dropped the items, so she should pick them up. Right? Jae, really? Ugh. He wanted to roll his eyes into the back of his head until he saw his spine. Slowly, he squatted down and began to pick up the items that were near his feet. “I’m meant to be a damn bodyguard – not picking up art supplies off the damn floor” he muttered to himself in Korean under his breath. Well, let's hope this girl didn’t master the art of speaking Korean or reading Hangul otherwise Jae was seriously going to have to invest in a gun to shoot his brains out. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]oh yayy. baby sitting has begun. can someone give me a shotgun?[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]out the front of this child's house[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

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[natasha.]

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[div class=tag]location

outside her apartment > inside her apartment.

[div class=tag]mood

"this is going to be worse than i thought."

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille wasn't sure what she was expecting. She certainly wasn't anticipating how he was going to respond to her saying his name of all things, and her nose wrinkled a little in annoyance.

"That's the only name my father gave me," she answered him, almost defensively. She supposed that didn't exactly invalidate his point though, if her father chose to chose the easiest part of his name to call him by. Nevertheless, he gave her permission to call him Jae, and if she was being honest, even if he hadn't, she'd continue to call him that, just assuming that it might annoy him in the slightest.

She stood there for a moment, watching him, till he spoke, and what he said left her highly confused. Caramel Baby Cheeses? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

It quickly became clear, and she had to stifle a laugh — only because she didn't want him to see her laugh. She didn't want him to know she found this amusing. No, she had to keep up that completely false sense of stoicism.

"Camille," she told him. "Camille Bianchi." Seems like they both got each other's names wrong, and because of their fathers. Oh well. It wasn't something she could hold against Jae, but if he was going to, then she sure as hell wasn't going to do any different. Two could play that game.

"Even if that were my name, what makes you think I'd answer your questions?" Camille asked, raising an eyebrow. She posed the question with a sickly sweet smile, even if her tone was anything but. Regardless, shortly after that, she bent down to start gathering her things because she didn't want to spend any more time out there in the hallway, and a few moments later, she noticed Jae doing the same.

She caught him muttering something under his breath, but since she didn't understand Korean, she had no clue what he was saying. She assumed, however, that it was likely a complaint of some sort. Ignoring him, Camille held her supplies close to her chest, trying not to let anything slip through, while she got up and walked to the door, brushing past him to open the door. Fortunately there was a table close to the door so she could set her things down before they had the chance to slip from her grasp yet again.

Walking further into the apartment — a nice, large complex that was decorated quite minimally, but was still messy all the same. Camille was too often distracted and forgetful, so naturally, there were various things strewn around the place, a half finished painting sitting on a stand by the large, wall length windows, and her ballet slippers lay in the middle of the floor, beside the couch. Those were from the previous day, when she came back from rehearsals and then tossed them there before crashing on the couch for the night. She hadn't been bothered to move.

Turning around to face Jae, she realised this was a little awkward. How do you spend every minute of every day with a person you've never met before? She had to get to know him, at least. They had all this time. What else were they supposed to do?

"What exactly has my dad asked you to do?" She asked him curiously, unaware of the specifics. As she left him to answer the question, Camille popped over to the mini fridge she kept near the small bar setup — courtesy of her brother Calvin — to grab a soda. Instead of offering Jae one, she took a second can and set it on the counter, so he could take it if he wanted it. It was a silent, more indirect offer, because even though it was in her nature to be hospitable, she didn't want to outright show it when they weren't exactly getting off on the right foot.

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camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] Well, Camille’s house was… well, quite the opposite of Jae’s place.

While her house seemed large and screamed ‘an interior designer or Pinterest lover was here’, Jae’s place was… well, bear. His little one by one (well, it wasn’t really a one by one because his bed was technically also the kitchen, dining room and living room all in one?), which usually felt like a castle to him, was now beginning to look like a house for ants. Seriously. Was there more than one person living here? He had only been told he had to look after one person, not a whole sorority. Was he could to open a bedroom door and a whole parade of clowns stuck in a car come falling out?

Jae followed Camille’s actions by placing the items onto the table and slowly ghosted her footsteps while pulling along his suitcase. Okay… he thought he was only going to have to do a quick look around. But it seemed as if he was going to need the big guns. With so many knocks and crannies, there was bound to be something suspicious. Therefore, as Camille opened up the mini-fridge, Jae took the opportunity to slide off his backpack, open it and began to push things aside to find something. His whole attention had been focused on that; that was until she asked him a question.

He paused what he was doing and slowly gazed up at the female. What exactly had he been asked to do? Well, it wasn’t like he was asked to do anything. He had been instructed – Suho demanded – that he did everything in his power to ensure Camille would be safe. That the deal they had going on with the Italian crew was very important to him and could change dynamics of the under-world crime system. He wasn’t quite sure what that meant, nor did he have any idea to what the Bianchi family did with their little crime system. But he respected Suho and did what he was told.

Once feeling it against his fingers, Jae took hold of the small device from his bag, zipped up his bag and lazily released a sigh. “He’s asked me to do my job” he informed her. Well, that wasn’t much information. Then again, he had to be careful. Even though they were safe in her apartment, there could still be… something unsafe. In fact, that’s what the device was for; a hidden camera device.

Without another word to the girl (seriously, she was going to have to get used to it), Jae turned around and made his way over to the lounge area. He held the hidden camera device up, waving it randomly in the air to see if there was going to be any pings to indicate a hidden camera. When the device didn’t pick anything up, his eyes narrowed in on small decorative items like clocks and even a vase. However, the device showed no indication of a hidden camera or voice recording devices. Okay, she was lucky.

“I’m here to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.” he finally added onto his last sentence before heaving sighing and turning around to look at the female. “Because apparently... that would be a bad thing for the mob boss’ daughter to end up dead, wouldn’t it?” A smirk formed on his face as if this was all just some sick, sad joke to him. He raised his hand that held the hidden camera device and shook it slightly. “Bed rooms and bathrooms.” he said to her simply “Need to make sure no one is going to be jacking off when we’re trying to take a shit or getting changed”

Well, he was such a gentleman, wasn’t he? [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]lets check no one is having a peep show with us as the main stars, ok?[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

inside her apartment.

[div class=tag]mood

"umm this wasn't part of the plan."

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille cracked open the soda and took a big swig while watching Jae curiously as he got his bag in front of him and began to rummage through it. She wondered if he intended to just retire to his room for the day — of course, she was going to give him the spare bedroom, she wasn't a monster — but if that was the case then he was a pretty bad bodyguard.

She noticed the small device he pulled from the bag and realised her assumption was wrong, but she wasn't any less curious. Camille stayed quiet when Jae answered her question, because she assumed there was more to it. That, and she was busy watching what he was doing. She remained in one place, leaning against the bar counter and sipping her soda, doing her best to remain nonchalant as she tried to figure out what the hell he was doing.

Jae then spoke again, and turned to look at her, seemingly satisfied with whatever response he got from the device he held. "I'm sure you're great and all, at your job, but I lived to twenty-two without much damage. I'm pretty sure I can survive longer," she said with a shrug. It wasn't an invitation to leave, because she knew that wasn't happening, but she wanted to make it clear that she didn't think she needed to be protected or babysat. As much as her father called him a bodyguard, she knew the truth to it. it was more or less a babysitting gig.

As Jae spoke again, she put the pieces together and realised what the device was. "There are no hidden cameras around here, I don't let anyone in my house," Camille explained with a shrug. Knowing he likely wouldn't let this go though, since he was asked to 'do his job', Camille heaved a small sigh and set down her soda before crossing her arms and walking to the stairs. Naturally, she just expected he was following, so she led the way up and to a large corridor where there were three rooms.

"All the bedrooms, with attached bathrooms," she explained, gesturing to the hallway. "Watch out for the last one. I keep my pet python in there and he's pretty good at camouflage," she added. it was technically his bedroom, which he would realise after stepping into the first one and realising that one of the bedrooms was her art stupid — which begged the question: which room was for him?

She was lying about the snake, obviously, but it was amusing, to say the least. And once he walked forward, Camille followed behind. She wasn't going to just leave him to his devices till she got to know him a little. "How long have you been doing...this?" she just gestured to him as a whole, because she wasn't really sure what to call his career choice.

[/div] [/div]

camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] At the mention of ‘living to twenty-two without much damage’, Jae had to hold back his tongue. The little asshole in him wanted to say ‘and it looks like most of that damage was to the brain’ but Jiminy Cricket was in there again, telling him that it was a horrible thing to say to someone he had just met. Especially considering he was going to have to spend all his damn time with her – and protecting her. And so, he held onto his tongue by pressing his lips tight together and awaiting for Camille to show him around.

At her next mention of there being no hidden cameras because she didn’t let anyone into her house, Jae tried his hardest to hold it back. However, it came out; a small scoff of disbelief. “Just because you don’t let anyone into your house doesn’t mean people won’t get into your house” he informed her. It was the truth. Just because she was here and didn’t physically let anyone, didn’t mean that at some point or another, someone came in and planted hidden cameras. I mean, she did leave the house time to time again. Correct? Had he not just seen her arriving back at her own place?

As Camille began to take the lead, going up the stairs, Jae was quick to follow. After all, it was his job to practically be a shadow, was it not? While walking up, one hand remained in the pocket of his pants while the other holding the device waved it back and forth. His eyebrow arched as the female explained the rooms down the hallway and about… a pet python? She had to be kidding, right? A quick glance to her face made it seem like it was the truth. But Jae was still sceptical.

Opening up the first door, Jae paused for a moment to take in what he saw; an art studio. Oh, man. How amazing it would’ve been had he taken on his passions as a teenager with drawing instead of joining the mafia. He could’ve had something like this in his own house. He could’ve extended on his art knowledge and capabilities. I mean, he could draw a mean-looking Goku from Dragon Ball Z. But had he focused more on art, he probably would’ve been able to use paint and create masterpieces like he assumed Camille was able to do.

His train of thought came to a halt as he heard Camille’s question. How long had he been doing… this for? Jae’s dark brown eyes travelled to the girl next to him, lazily looking at her before bringing his attention to the device that was… picking something up. “Ten years.” he simply replied to her. No doubt she probably thought he was young and incapable of protecting her. So he hoped that she wasn’t about to go in and ask for more information about him. The less his clients knew about him was better.

Moving forward a tiny bit, the device began to give a soft beep. Jae began to direct the device in his hand in different directions until the beeping became louder. It was all just a game of ‘hot and cold’ now. He began to follow the sound, listening as it grew louder and louder and louder until – “Found you, you dirty bastard” he tutted under his breath in his native language. Stretching forward, he took hold of a clock that was upon the shelf. Once brought up to the device, the beeping became rapid and ear piercing.

Quickly switching it off and placing it into his back pocket, Jae made his way back over to Camille with the clock in his hand. “Did someone give this to you as a present?” he asked, slipping out his phone from his pocket. He proceeded to turn on the backlight and held up the light to the number “10”. “Look closely. There’s a super small camera in the number ten. You can easily buy these clocks off Amazon for like, thirty bucks. They’re not the best quality of cameras but they’ll do especially if you’re someone who likes to paint naked or something” [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]smile - you're on camera![/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

inside her apartment / her art studio

[div class=tag]mood

"wait, what? how????"

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille suddenly wished she had brought her soda along because she was still pretty thirsty. Regardless, she followed him into the first room, which happened to be her art studio. Much like the rest of the place, it was a bit of a mess, but a more... colourful mess, given the paint on the walls in no particular design, the half completed canvases — her muse had a tendency to be quite fickle sometimes — and tarp balled up and placed in various corners of the room.

Camille leaned against the door frame and watched with mild interest as Jae walked further into the room, his device making a sound different from what she'd noticed when they were downstairs. Curious. "Do you like your job?" She asked him once he answered her first question. Ten years was a long time. Camille already knew she hated what her father and brother did for a living but they enjoyed it. It was all they knew because they hadn't wanted to branch out. Did Jae feel the same, or did he feel trapped?

She didn't know why she bothered asking, it wasn't like they were going to have serious conversations about this, but anyway, she was curious.

All that curiosity soon shifted toward something else because the device in Jae's hand began to beep a little louder and faster. She stood up straighter and walked over slowly when he picked up a clock and muttered something under his breath that she didn't quite understand. "What?" She asked. "What is it?"

She didn't need to ask, because part of her knew the answer. He was searching for cameras. He wouldn't have picked something up unless he found something in it.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Camille shook her eyes. "I can't really remember, it's been there for longer than I can remember." Would anyone have given her a clock as a present? Maybe her father to make sure she was more on time, but he wouldn't have given her this for sure. Maybe she picked it up at a dollar store or something or a garage sale...

Leaning in closer, Camille got a good look at the number 10 before noticing the camera he was talking about. What else in her house had something like that? She had so many questions as to why, how, but of course, she wasn't going to get any concrete answers.

Turning, she looked back at Jae, only then realising how close her face was to his before she took a step back. "Well we've got to check all the other rooms too now," she said, upon clearing her throat. "I go to garage sales a lot, what if there's a camera in my toothpaste or something?"

She didn't buy her toothpaste from garage sales, of course, but now after being proved wrong she was a little paranoid.

Maybe it wasn't so bad her dad hired this guy.

[/div] [/div]

camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] Jae had heard the question Camille asked; Did he like his job? But instead of giving her the truthful answer, he pretended he had been so intrigued and immersed by the clock that was causing his hidden camera device to go into a panic attack. Because the truth was… he didn’t know. There were days where he liked his job. He liked hanging out with his Appa and Suho, and he liked that he had such a family connection within the group of men he worked with. But that was all he liked. He didn’t like the fact that he hurt (and killed, but let’s not talk about that) people.

He was brought up in this world of violence and he was never given the choice to walk out of it. I mean, his Appa peer pressured him into killing his first man when he was sixteen. He was scared and confused at that time. Of course, he was going to turn to his Appa for guidance. And now he had looked to him for guidance, he was stuck here. He was stuck in this job where he was just falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of crime. Even if he wanted to get out of it, there was no way he’d be able to get out of it alive or in one piece.

As the pair of them stared down at the clock, his dark eyes travelled from the face of the clock in his hand to Camille’s face. It was so odd. I mean, it was odd because he was so used to guarding Korean men (and sometimes their wives). This was the first time he was guarding anyone so… well, white. Her skin was smooth, fair and blemish-free. Her wavy, platinum blonde hair tickled her shoulders. And her intriguing grey eyes flickered as they gazed into the clock to see the camera. But within a second, those eyes were no longer looking at the clock but rather at Jae’s own face.

Oh shit, Jae thought to himself, feeling embarrassed that he had pretty much been caught looking at the damn girl. Hey, he was just trying to observe her to make sure he knew what she looked like. After all, he thought all white girls looked the same. As she took a step back, he passed her the clock so she could hold it as they continued with their little adventure. And then she said something… Something that… well… It sounded amusing to Jae. And he wasn’t able to hold in the sass and wit for much longer.

A snort escaped from Jae and before he could even process what he was about to say, it slipped right past his lips, followed by somewhat instant regret. “If there’s a camera in your toothpaste, there’s bound to be one in your toothbrush too. And if you’re anything like my ex-girlfriend, you’d be making a lot of old men extremely happy with the footage getting collected from that said toothbrush” his response was. Well, damn, he had literally just implied that Camille got… well, got busy… with her toothbrush. Had it been anyone else, Jae wouldn’t have cared. But this was the daughter of the mob boss that his own boss was trying to make an alliance with. It probably wasn’t the classiest thing to say. Then again, Jae had zero filter and Suho knew that. So… when you thought about it, it was really Suho’s fault that he responded in such a way. Yeah, Suho’s fault. Let’s stick with that.

Before the female before him could even make a statement about what he had just implied, Jae was quick on his toes and began his next voyage as he pulled out his camera device once more. “Come on, Miss Bianchi,” he called out behind himself as he entered the hallway once more “I’m sure you’re dying to know if the world wide web has seen your vagina or not. Where’s your bedroom?” [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]hahahahaha i need to keep my mouth shut before i get killed from her mob gang.[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

inside her apartment / her art studio

[div class=tag]mood

"excuse me? yeah, we're done here."

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille stood corrected.

It was definitely bad that her dad hired this guy. Just when she was beginning to think that it might be okay having Jae around.

The moment Camille heard the words that left his lips regarding her toothbrush and what he implied, her eyes widened, mainly in disbelief that he'd actually said that. For a complete stranger that she'd barely known for five minutes to say something like that... well, it caught Camille off guard, that was for sure. But she also wasn't going to just stand there and let him speak to her that way. Bodyguard or not, she was going to do what she wanted.

Camille was quite sure her face had turned red. She had very fair skin to begin with, almost pale in comparison to most fair complexions, so for it to flood with colour the way it did was a clear indicator of how she currently felt. She hated that her face could give that away, but there was nothing Camille could do about it now.

"You know what?" She piped up when he called out to her to check the next room. "You go ahead. Go crazy. I've got better things to do," she informed him. While Camille had a smile on her face, her tone made it very clear that she was not happy.

Crossing her arms, she shoved past him and moved to the staircase so she could make her way down. All the while, she grumbled under her breath, muttering things along the lines of 'unbelievable...' and 'fucking crazy...'. Honestly, who did he think he was? Shaking her head, Camille continued down the stairs till she reached the living room.

Fortunately she wasn't storming off for no reason. She had errands she needed to run, and she had to stop by one of her classes where she left behind a project so she could just go about with that. She didn't need anyone to be shadowing her while she just picked stuff up, surely. Jae could search the apartment for cameras to his heart's content.

Cami searched for her house keys and had to rummage through the mess of art supplies dumped on the table in order to find it. Eventually, her fingers closed around the cold metal and she shoved it into her pocket before calling out to Jae one more time.

"Oh and FYI, the snake doesn't like strangers!" The snake wasn't even real, but again, he didn't exactly know that. Besides, Cami was just annoyed with him. She'd do whatever it took to try and mess with him in return, at this point. Not that lying about a snake was the smartest tactic in the book but Camille was also a little flustered so she couldn't really think of much else.

[/div] [/div]

camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] Ohhhh, she was pissed. He could see it. And he could hear it in her voice too. As Camille shoved past him, Jae couldn’t help but allow a cocky smirk fall on upon his lips (and by a smirk, I mean Jae’s trademark smirk. He really needed to get a lawyer in regards to it). That was cute. She got her feathers all ruffled because he made an assumption that she masturbated with a toothbrush that could possibly have a camera attached to it so every old pervert on the dark web could see. Well, if this was how she was going to react to what Jae considered as a small snarky reply, he was curious to how she would respond to everything else that was going to come from his mouth.

He released a small snort and chuckle as the female walked down the stairs, muttering to herself and shaking her head. Rolling his eyes, he brought his attention back to the device in his hands. That was… until he heard something. Being a bodyguard meant that he made sure to pick our certain sounds. Like footsteps, breathing patterns and even the sound of keys being picked up. Oh yeah, the little witch had her keys, he could hear it. What was her plan? To leave the apartment without him? Big old no no.

Just as she began to go on about some snakes (which Jae was still confident that they weren’t real or they were code for drugs or something), Jae began to make his descend the stairs. Sure, from the looks of it, it didn’t look like she was planning on going anywhere. But as he got closer to her, he could see the outline shape of keys in her pocket. Right. Like hell she wasn’t planning on going somewhere. Those keys weren’t there before. Why would someone just randomly put keys in their pocket if they weren’t planning on going anywhere?

“Hold on,” he called out, adding a bit more speed to his steps. With his hands in his pockets, Jae approached Camille before stopped right before her. “Thinking about going out?” He pressed his lips together tightly as his eyes travelled to her pocket and back up to her face. Jae took one hand out of his pocket and extended his hand out. “Keys. You’re not going anywhere without me. Which… reminds me. You don’t have a car key on your set of keys. So, one can only assume that you walk everywhere, or you ride a bike.” Well, Jae was one of those observant people, you could say. “Those days are over. You’ll be shotgunning with me everywhere you go. And I don’t care if it’s just to go down the street to get a frappe or to go to the mall to chat up hot dudes.”

With his hand still extended out towards her, he raised a brow and tilted his head before flashing her another one of his cocky smirks. “Come on now. It’s my job to protect you. If I don’t, then I’ll probably get… I dunno… have a horse’s head in my bed or something. I don’t know what you white people do for torture these days.” Ah, classic Jae and his idiotic ranting. His Umma used to say to him that he would never think before speaking. That he had zero filters. Oh, how right she was. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]ohhhhh she's got spunk and balls. i like that in a woman.[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

by the front door > the corridor

[div class=tag]mood

"bye!"

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille could hear Jae coming down the stairs while she grappled for the keys. She had them in her pocket by the time he reached her, but she had planned on making a speedy escape before he caught up — something she suspected he would do since he was supposed to be her bodyguard after all. If she fled, maybe she'd have some time to herself before he'd making escaping from her 'bodyguard' that much harder to do.

Jae came to a stop right in front of her, though he appeared nonchalant in his stance. His outstretched hand made his intention clear enough, but there was no way Camille was going to oblige. Not so easily at least, especially after what he'd just insinuated while they'd been upstairs.

"I am not giving you my keys. And I like walking." she told him with a shrug. "You can follow me around if you want but I'm just going to ignore you, if that's okay." Her tone made it clear that she didn't really care if it was okay or not. That was likely what she would resort to. So much for trying to be friendly. That had gone out the window moments after Jae entered her apartment.

When he spoke about the consequences that would arise if he wasn't doing his job properly, she scoffed. "A horse's head?" she echoed in disbelief. "No no, you're mixing us up with the French mob families. No, we Italians like to pastaboard for torture. It's like waterboarding but with pasta. Much more terrifying than it sounds," she explained, her voice dripping sarcasm.

"Now if you'll excuse me, this white person has some errands to run," she flashed him a sickly sweet smile before turning on her heel and opening up the door. She left it wide open because she didn't doubt that he'd step out as well, and if he didn't... well, that was more than fine by her. She didn't need to sit here and take this, and she sure as hell wasn't going to.

She realised that if her brother had been in her place, he might have used some kind of threat — a very real threat — to try and put Jae in line, but Camille always aimed to be different from her family. The idea of tossing threats around didn't even occur to her. This probably contributed to her determination to take care of herself without anyone's help, but her dad wasn't wrong. She could be absentminded, easily distracted, and it may just end up being the death of her one day.

If she didn't go to prison for strangling Jae first.

[/div] [/div]

camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] What was it about this girl that made her think that she was invincible? That she could just walk around in broad daylight without any protection? Sure, she managed to survive up until now. But things were getting dangerous out there. From his understanding, the alliance between the Korean and Italian mafia in this turf was creating some ruffled feathers amongst the other gangs. To the point where Suho had asked him to try and keep Camille inside as much as possible. Jae wasn’t quite sure what exactly was going down to cause so much tension between the gangs of this town. But if Suho told him to keep her inside as much as possible, he was going to do exactly that.

His dark eyes narrowed as she threw him that smile with her comment before turning around and leaving the apartment. Tilting his head backwards, he wanted to roll his eyes so far back that he could see his spine. “Lord, give me strength” he muttered to himself in his native tongue. Oh, wait. He could do that. He could annoy the crap out of her by just speaking Korean. And then when she finally cracked, he could tell her he’d stop if she started listening to his instructions! Yes! It was a brilliant idea!

With a wide grin on his face, Jae began following the footsteps of Camille, closing the door behind him after locking it. Checking for more cameras could be done later. Right now, his goal was to annoy the crap out of Camille. Sorry; he was going to use his own tactics to ensure the person he was trying to protect would allow him to protect her. She said the Italians had a pasta board for torture, and the French did the horse head. Well, Jae had his own torture; endless rambling in a language she would have no knowledge of translating.

He managed to catch the elevator door before it closed, making his way in it and standing next to Camille. Placing his hands in his pockets once more, he looked from the closing doors to the female who stood next to him. Alright. Time for phase one. His dark eyes travelled up and down the girl’s form before he sighed softly under his breath. “Such a shame. Those clothes really don’t match your skin color.” he muttered in Korean before shaking his head and bringing his gaze back up to the closed doors before them. “I would buy you a whole new wardrobe if you were nice to me… Even have a stylist pick out all the clothes that would make you look like a movie star… But… you’re not nice to me. So now you have to suffer from wearing clothes that don’t make your eyes pop”

He brought his gaze back to the girl before pointing at her face. “Your skin too, aish…” He shook his head before placing his hand back into his pocket. “It’s very good but if you were nice to me, I would teach you the twelve-step Korean skincare routine. You’d look ten years younger within a week. But, once again, you’re not very nice to me. You’ll have to live with just very good skin instead of amazing silky skin like mine” He brought his hand up and rubbed his cheek lightly to feel the ‘silky skin’ he was speaking of. “Ah, so nice. We Koreans are truly blessed”

He dropped his hand once more before looking towards the girl with that trademark smirk. Jae wondered how long it was going to be until she cracked. If anything, it was going to show her willpower – and her stubbornness – which will come in handy in the future, I suppose. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]lets just have fun pissing her off hehehe.[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

by the front door > the corridor

[div class=tag]mood

"oh dear god why"

[div class=tag]outfit

this simple number

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille didn't look back but she knew Jae was behind her, following after having closed up the apartment. She didn't think she was going to get used to this sort of thing any time soon. She was used to living alone, and it was going to be awkward if she had to start bringing him around to social gatherings. Speaking of which, she remembered that later tonight there was a party she had to attend.

Well that was certainly going to be interesting with people asking who he was. What was she supposed to say? She couldn't pretend he was a relative. Not only would that be a little hard to prove, but most of her friends had already met her brother already and it would just be hard to sell.

Camille had another idea but she knew neither of them were going to like it. Just as she was about to bring this up, Jae stepped into the elevator and began to look her over. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what he was doing. Then he began to speak in Korean.

She arched an eyebrow. "You know I can't understand you, right?" It didn't occur to her yet that that was his intention. He began to point at her face as he spoke and suddenly it dawned on her. Of course he was trying to annoy her. She wasn't exactly making things easy for him either so why not try to fight fire with fire? Well, fine, if he wanted to play that game instead of try to make things easier on the both of them.

"I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work," Camille rolled her eyes, stepping out of the elevator. "Ignorance is bliss," she called out before nodding and flashing a kind smile to Shelby, the security guard, who stood up when she passed by.

Camille walked out of the building and into the open. The sun wasn't beating down to harshly, thankfully, and Camille took a right turn, intending to walk to her class where she left her sculpture from the day before. She had the weekend to work on it so it was better having it at home. At least that way, she had something to distract herself from Jae's presence around the house.

"Also, if it matters in any way, I have a party I need to go to tonight," Camille told Jae as she walked. "I know you're probably going to tag along. A lot of people are going to ask who you are, so any suggestions for that, Mr. I - Only - Speak - Korean?"

[/div] [/div]

camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] A trademark smile fell upon his face as Camille announced to him that she ‘knew what he was trying to do’. Ah, so she wasn’t stupid. That was good to know. With his hands in his pockets and that firm smirk still plastered on his face, he kept his eyes on the female and continued to follow behind her. The security guard which Camille gave a smile and a nod to gave him a stern look to which Jae had to smile widely in response. What? Never seen an Asian person in a fancy place like this? he thought to himself as he turned back around to follow Camille.

Walking out into the streets, Jae was beginning to pray to God that this trip was going to be a short one. Not because he hated walking or hated being outside. Oh no. He loved walking; nay, he loved going out for daily runs. He was just hoping that from the distance they walked, that she wouldn’t get jumped on, stabbed, put alight, shot or kidnapped. You know, the usual fears you’d have for someone you’re trying to protect.

Jae’s brows rose as he heard the notion of a party that Camille was planning on going to tonight. Jesus Christ. Was it going to be one of those parties where everyone was at least six years younger than him and the only dances they knew were from TikTok? He couldn’t think of anything worse. I suppose he got all that ‘partying’ out of his system early considering Suho had an underground basement where they had private raves and orgies.

That’s right. You heard me right. And twenty-one year old Jae, when he was told he was finally allowed to go down into that basement because he was now legal, he… well… He learnt a lot from those parties, I guess you could say. Things that they wouldn’t teach you in health class at school. And after a couple of years of being educated, he managed to get rid of all that… stuff out of his system and start to focus on getting into a proper relationship. This was when he met Mina. I mean, not to say that he didn’t use what he had learnt during those times while he was with Mina. I suppose it was just a lot more toned down.

So, Camille understood that there was no way that he was going to leave her by herself. Well, good. Because like she said, he was going to tag alone. Whether she liked it or not, he was going to annoy the crap out of her and join on her little party (which, in his mind, was looking more like Disney G rated film compared to the parties he had been attending at her age). But it did leave them with the question; Who was he going to be when people asked him who he was?

Oh, he was good at acting. This was going to be fun.

“I could be your maid.” he responded sarcastically. “I do know someone who can hire me out a maid outfit for the night. Now, I’m only going to tell you this once; you’re not allowed to look at my cleavage or thighs when I wear it. I really don’t appreciate being raped by someone’s eyeballs because of what I’m wearing.” [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]ugh.... walking?![/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

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[div class=tag]location

out on the street > back at her apartment later

[div class=tag]mood

"let's partyyy"

[div class=tag]outfit

i'm all dolled up

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille should have known he wouldn't take her question seriously. The moment she heard his answer, she rolled her eyes, and didn't bother hiding it. Camille had never been much of an eye-roller but she felt like she'd done that more times today than she had in her entire life. Regardless, she wasn't going to allow his answer to faze her. She would not give him that satisfaction, because as she said, she knew what he was up to. He had to do his job but that didn't mean he couldn't have his own fun while he did it, and apparently, annoying her was the way to achieve that.

"No need to worry about that," she answered him. "My eyes will be everywhere but on you." Maybe if the party was crowded enough she'd have a chance to slip away and spend some time away from his prying gaze. Camille had initially thought that this arrangement might not be as bad as she thought it would, but it was turning out to be worse. Having someone watch her every move and be there when she made those moves felt like she was being almost puppeteered.

"On a more serious note though, I'm just going to introduce you as my date because I can't think of anything else believable." Camille didn't particularly enjoy the idea, and she had a feeling that Jae might not either, but it worked in their favour and it was just for one night. Or maybe more than one night. But they both had to admit that it saved coming up with explanations in the future since her friends would likely be seeing more of Jae in the days to come, and who knew for how long.

Camille didn't talk much the rest of the way, because her class was close by and by the time they finished their conversation about the party, they had reached. She just popped in quickly, grabbed her half completed sculpture after throwing a sheet over it, and then headed back to the apartment with Jae. She made quick work of it, which she suspected Jae was happy about, since the more time she spent outdoors, the more risky it was.

Nevertheless, they were back in the apartment a few minutes later, and Camille pretty much just let Jae do what he wanted — though without her assistance. She figured he was probably going to continue searching the house for cameras or setting up what he needed to. She wasn't totally sure but she left him to it and resigned herself to her art studio which had fortunately already been checked. Camille added a few touches to the sculpture, letting time fly by, till the sky eventually began to darken outside.

That was a sign for Camille to start getting ready so she left the studio and went to her bedroom to take a quick shower and change. She was never a fan of gussying up too much but for parties, she didn't mind. In any case, she had a shimmery dress with a mermaid kind of hue that she had yet to debut and tonight was her chance to wear it.

After leaving her hair loose and slipping into her black sneakers, which she was never seen without, she left her room and looked up and down the hallway. Assuming that Jae had ventured into the last room and discovered that it was not a room for her pet snake, but rather a guest room, she walked up to the door and gave it a few raps before calling out. "Hey, you ready to go?"

There was a small part of her that had considered just up and leaving without him, but she knew that wouldn't end well, so she gave up on trying. May as well try to steer into the skid.

Plus, she needed his car.

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camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] Upon returning to Camille’s apartment, Jae continued on with his little investigation. Searching high and low in the house, he found a grand total of five cameras all in different hidden areas. Luckily, there were none in Camille’s bedroom or bathroom to spy on her. But rather, the other areas were very public, domain areas. Most likely little cameras left around from her father in various gifts to make sure his precious little girl wouldn’t be hurt or kidnapped. And while trying to find cameras had never specifically been a requirement for Jae – who had simply been asked to babysit Camille – he took it upon himself to rid of these cameras. Whenever he started a job, he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to get blackmailed for some footage of him talking about illegal trades or whatnot.

The fun part of it all was that Camille had no clue about these cameras. So it was either her father was going to continue on a pretend as nothing had happened, or he was going to spill the beans and reveal that he had planted the cameras and would want them back up again. Oh, it was going to get juicy. But, for now, Jae was curious to where these cameras had been purchased from and how they were receiving the information that they filmed.

It had taken him a hot minute to realise that Camille had been lying about the snake and he safely assumed that the said room was the room he would be staying in. I mean, she really didn’t seem like a heartless bitch who would make him sleep on the couch after all. Once he had gathered up all the cameras, he grabbed his items and began to make his way to the said room. He placed the cameras on top of the bed before moving to his suitcase and beginning to rummage through it, seeing for his laptop. Ah hah! He found it!

He was in deep concentration as he tried to figure out the different types of cameras, where they would’ve sourced them from and how they worked. So deep that when he heard the knocks upon the door, he almost jumped out of his skin. Oh yeah. Camille and this damn party. Sliding off the bed, he walked over to the door and opened it wide. “Five minutes. Just need to change my shirt” he announced to her before turning around, leaving the door wide open and making his way back over to his suitcase. He knelt down before it, pushing some of the clothes aside before landing on a clean, white button-up shirt.

Placing it on the bed, he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. “I tell you what… Someone likes to keep an eye on you.” Jae said to her, motioning towards the various camera items he had found with a nod of his head. “Not to mention two of them are memory card ones so you know they’re probably going to be a family member or close friend who uses that one.” Once he had finished unbuttoning his shirt, he slipped it off to reveal his bare torso. He didn’t think much of it – heck, Camille was going to have to get used to it. He practically lived in just shorts while he was at home. Picking up the white shirt, he slid it over his arms before pausing without buttoning it up.

Jae leant over, picking up a very small camera which he had found in the main living area, hidden in between some books. He then extended his arm out, hoping to hand it over to Camille so she could have a look. “A Blink XT2.” He informed her. “Powered by two double-A batteries, displays via a smartphone and its storage is all on cloud storage. Full HD video and switches to infrared night vision at nighttime. Weather-resistant too. As I said – someone really wants to keep an eye on you. But don’t worry. I got them all. Just make sure you don’t let any more strangers into your apartment.” [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]this place is CRAWLING with cameras![/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

coded by weldherwings

 

[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

outside jae's room

[div class=tag]mood

"fucking hell."

[div class=tag]outfit

i'm all dolled up

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille waited outside the door till Jae opened it up to reveal that he was still in the same clothes as the morning. She was about to ask if he was ready as he was, because she didn't particularly mind how he came to the party, but before she got the chance to say anything, he announced that he needed to change his shirt, so she simply nodded and leaned against the door frame.

Camille realised she could have just waited for him downstairs, and she was about to suggest that when he began to talk. "What?" She didn't understand what he meant at first, but then she was brought up to speed about his continued search for cameras in her apartment once they got back from getting her sculpture. She had made a conscious effort to keep out of his way, but now he was revealing his findings.

Curious, Camille shifted her position so she was looking into his room as she leaned against the door frame, instead of away from it. Her gaze travelled to his bed when he gestured to the various cameras he'd found. She counted four or five, it was hard to tell, but the fact that there were more than one alone surprised her. She didn't even let strangers into her house. Where the hell had these come from?

Camille walked further into the room when he held out one of the devices — and she did her best to ignore the fact that she could see his bare torso since he just oh-so-casually changed in front of her. Turning the device over in her hands, she lifted her gaze to meet Jae's, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. "A family member?" She echoed. She couldn't imagine which family member could possibly—

"Fucking hell," Camille muttered under her breath as the realisation dawned on her. Her father and brother had helped her move in. It made sense that they left these around to keep an eye on her every now and then. In fact, she was now sure it was them, and nobody else. The audacity. She was definitely going to have a word with them tomorrow, provided they didn't reach her sooner, wondering why the cameras were all offline at once. She wanted to see how long they'd try to keep up the lie.

Setting the device back down on the bed, Camille looked at Jae and — though begrudgingly — thanked him. "Thank you." She spoke in a mumble, since it wasn't something she wanted to feel happy saying, given how things had started off on the wrong foot between them.

Quickly trying to change the topic from that, she straightened up and crossed her arms. "Now come on," she urged. "We're going to be late." Of course, there was no such thing as late when it came to a party, but she was looking for anything to say ti distract from the fact that she'd actually thanked him.

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camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] A small smirk fell onto Jae’s face as Camille thanked him. Did it pain her to do that? Well, considering her tone and volume of voice, Jae wanted to say yes it did. After all, she didn’t seem like the type of person who would thank someone like him. Even if it was because he found a heap of cameras in her house, invading her privacy and probably snooping on her as she brought men home or walked around naked. I mean, that’s the only thing a young lady like herself would be doing, right? That’s what Jae thought at least.

However, instead of being a jerk or bastard about this whole situation, Jae decided to change the smirk into a soft smile. “It’s my pleasure, Miss Bianchi,” he said to her, bringing his hands up to button up his shirt once more. “After all. It’s my job. I’m here to protect you. Whether it’s through physical combat or making sure some cyberpunk isn’t jacking off to you.” Wow, that went from super professional to downhill zero-filter fast didn’t it?

Hearing the urgency in her voice, Jae nodded as he finished up his last button. He began to tuck his shirt loosely into his pants while travelling over to his shoes which he had placed aside as soon as he discovered it was his room (because, well, he didn’t want to be tracking germs and crap into the house, did he? That was just plain rude of him). He slipped on the white Converse shoes with little stress (after all, he had grown up slipping his shoes on and off; welcome to an Asian household) before turning to Camille. “I’m all ready to go, Ma’dam.” he announced with a playful smirk.

Taking hold of his wallet and keys from the bedside locker, he held up the keys to show the girl before him. “I’m driving,” he announced to her, asserting his dominance over the situation “I don’t care if the party is ten kilometres or ten steps away. I’ll be driving us there and back. The codeword is ‘pineapple breeze’ if anything happens. Meaning if there’s anyone bothering you, or anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. You say that code word, and I’ll be there to kick their ass within seconds. The other codewords is ‘apple sneeze’. That means immediate Irish exit. We leave the party straight away, no questions asked. Generally… it means there’s a danger to you. Also-” he paused for a moment, placing his wallet into his back pocket “No accepting drinks from anyone. If it’s from me, that’s fine. But you can get roofied pretty bad at parties. Even if it’s a party with friends. You’re more likely to get sexually assaulted by someone you know than a complete stranger.”

Wow, wasn’t he just a ray of sunshine to bring to parties.

“And considering it’s my job to make sure you’re protected, I’m going to be by your side for the entire night. No ifs or buts. Parties are top of the list for places where people can get hurt, get drugged, go missing, get molested or rape. I don’t want to fail my job because you want to be Miss Independent, alright?”

Jesus Christ. Someone give him an award for that pep talk. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]lets try not to get you drugged up or raped, okay?[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/2d/d1/e72dd148921ffec649c1404eb934c3fd.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/ff/1d/50ff1dadc0d6af0ff1de60831607e74d.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/82/81/8482813ce23559d3eed9bfb0f224b7e2.gif); background-position:50%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

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[natasha.]

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[div class=tag]location

apartment > jae's car > party

[div class=tag]mood

"i need a drink."

[div class=tag]outfit

i'm all dolled up

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weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille expected a smug expression or an answer that teased her to no end, but she was grateful when Jae chose to surprise her instead with an actual smile and a decent response. See? Now if they'd started off like this, maybe things would have been different. Camille could definitely see herself warming up to Jae with time if they weren't always in a constant battle to annoy the crap out of the other person.

Those hopes were short lived, because the moment Camille heard the words 'jacking off', she rolled her eyes and turned away, impatiently waiting for him to finish getting dressed. Once he was done putting his shoes on and he announced he was ready to go, Camille led him downstairs, slipping her phone into her pocket along the way — she was thankful for dresses made with pockets. She didn't know what she'd do without them.

Camille reached for the door, but before doing so, she looked at Jae as he held up his keys and then proceeded to give her a rulebook on the party. Camille crossed her arms and looked at him lazily while he explained what she should and shouldn't do, but she did listen to him seriously, even if it didn't look like that was what she was doing. She didn't particularly enjoy the idea of having a living shadow for the entire night, but she still kept in mind the plan to try and sneak away for at least an hour of alone time. She'd have to see how things panned out.

But for that to work, they'd have to actually be at the party, so Camille just nodded quickly. "Okay, okay, you're the boss. Now let's gooo."

Camille opened up the apartment door and headed out, turning around to lock up behind her before going downstairs with Jae so they could get into his car. Since she wasn't driving, she reached over to try and fiddle with the radio, eventually settling on a station that was playing a classic rock number that she recognised and enjoyed.

The drive to the party wasn't too long. It was taking place in some rich kid's mansion. Camille didn't know the guy very well, but a couple of her friends from class had decided they were going, so naturally she decided to go as well. Camille had been to enough parties in the same area, so giving Jae directions wasn't hard, and soon they'd parked among the many other cars right outside the house.

"I guess we're still going with the boyfriend route, since I don't have any other ideas," Camille brought up as she waited for Jae to get out of the car and walk inside with her. "If you have any other ideas though, speak now."

They weren't really given much time to discuss it though, because before they even entered the house, the door opened and one of her friends stepped out. She hadn't been expecting to see Camille, evidenced by the surprised expression on her face. "You made it!"

The girl pranced over with a grin, not yet noticing that they had company. "It was starting to get late so I wasn't sure if you were going to come." She then looked to the side and realised that someone was with Camille and she arched an eyebrow, though the smile never left her face. "And who's this you brought?"

Camille did her best to muster up a convincing smile. She gestured between the two of them. "Jae, this is Izzy, a friend of mine from class," she made the introductions and prayed that Jae was a good actor because of what she was about to say. "Izzy, meet Jae. He's my date."

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camille kiara bianchi.

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=body][div class=pic1][/div][div class=film][/div][div class=h1]chapter two.[/div] [div class=h2]the party.[/div][/div] [class=body]width:500px; height:280px; background-color:black; background-size:cover; background-position:50% 50%; position:relative; margin:auto; filter:grayscale(100%); border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=pic1]width:220px; height:260px; background:URL(https://pastorerickson.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/tumblr_oakzmewGXg1qzxeqqo1_500.gif); background-size:cover; background-position:80%; position:absolute; left:10px; top:10px; border-radius:10px; filter:brightness(190%);[/class] [class=film]width:500px; height:280px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.5;border-radius:10px;[/class] [class=h1]width:300px; height:100px; font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:white; letter-spacing:-1.5px; position:absolute; top:100px; left:250px;[/class] [class=h2]width:200px; height:100px; font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:white; letter-spacing:3.5px; position:absolute; top:150px; text-transform:uppercase; left:340px; [/class]

 

[weldherwings]

[div class=jae] [div class=body] [div class=frontpic][div class=film][/div][/div] [div class=click1][div class=h1]you can call me monster.[/div] [div class=h2]I’m creepin’ in your heart, babe[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=body2] [div class="scroll"] “Personally, I still think the maid option is more believable than someone like you dating me.” he responded with cheek to his tone. “I mean, there’s still time. I still have that outfit I can source out if you really want me to” Of i he was joking. He was pushing buttons. It’s what he did. It was who Jae was. He was a sarcastic, stubborn little asshole with zero filter. And somehow, he still managed to get Mina to date him for so long without her questioning his personality traits. It was great.

There was no time for a reply or for him to go and get the said outfit as the door swung open and some girl came out with a surprised, excited expression on her face. Oh great. It was going to be a ‘white girls’ party, wasn’t it? Allowing the two girls to have their space together, Jae carefully and quietly followed Camille with a distance left between them. After all, he didn’t want to get his eye poked out or something from their pair of them gushing together.

He saw this other girl look at him, smiling like someone on speed (I’m sure she wasn’t on speed but… you never know these days), and asking Camille who he was. Well, it was now or never. Was she going to go with the maid or boyfriend route? Depending on what way she decided to go down, it was the way he was going to act. If she was going to go down the maid route then… well, let’s just say he was going to play the stereotypical Asian type who doesn’t speak that much English and knows all the secret ways of getting stains out of your clothes (I mean, he did know how to get blood out of pretty much everything so he wasn’t acting there).

But much to his surprise, for some reason, Camille decided to go down the other way. He’s my date. Oh crap, he had been so prepared to pretend to be an Asian cleaner that now his brain was malfunctioning, trying to remember what it was like to be a date again?! Right. Be very cute and pretty much act like a couple, right? That’s what people do these days, right? Okay, well, it looked like Jae the baby sitter was now transforming into Jae the actor.

Placing a wide smile upon his face, Jae approached the girl who had been introduced as Izzy. “Hi there,” he said to the female with that warm smile upon his face and stretching out his hand to shake hers. “Pleasure to meet you” he added on as he felt Izzy’s hand in his own, giving it a gentle handshake. Once their shake had finished, Jae looked back at Camille with a soft expression on his face before looking back at Izzy. “Are you a friend of Cam’s?” he asked the girl; all the while, his hand snaked towards Camille’s hand and held onto it. That’s what dates did, right? Did they hold hands? He allowed their fingers to intertwine – you know, like real dates do.

He prayed that Camille wouldn’t get offended if he was getting it wrong because man, it had been a long time since he had dated someone. But from what he could remember, hand holding was one of the things you did? And plus… it felt nice to hold someone’s hand like this… Her hand was nice to hold. Even though Jae was apart of the mafia, he took a great deal and pride with his skin. Especially his hands. So, while some of the other mafia members in his group had rough, calloused hands, Jae’s was soft; almost like he had never touched a human soul in his life. Crazy considering the number of people he had filled with these bare hands. [/div][/div] [div class=pic1][div class=hover1]

[div class=h1]seung jae-hyeon

[div class=h2]the life of a baby sitter[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=pic2][div class=hover1][div class="scroll"][div class=h1]mood[/div] [div class=h3]teehee were dating[/div] [div class=h1]location[/div] [div class=h3]in the child's apartment[/div] [div class=h1]tag[/div] [div class=h3] natasha. [/div] [div class=h1]outfit[/div] [div class=h3]click me![/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [class=jae]width:500px; height:450px; position:relative; margin:auto;[/class] [class=body]width:500px; height:400px; background-color:#F4F4F4; border-radius:10px; [/class] [class=body2]width:480px; height:360px; background-color:#F4F4F4; left:-20px;position:absolute;display:none; top:0px; padding:20px; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class=pic1]top:0px; left:-200px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b1/21/af/b121afd8f74362c427eba7cd205dc04a.jpg); background-position:10% 50%; background-size:180%; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide1; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px;[/class] [class=pic2]top:0px; left:500px;width:200px; height:400px; background:linear-gradient(to left, transparent, transparent,transparent,#F4F4F4), URL(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/63/11/2d/63112d126d85a5823ffea99f4fcde94f.jpg); background-position:50% 50%; background-size:cover; display:none; position:absolute;animation-name: {post_id}slide2; animation-duration: 3s; animation-fill-mode: both; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-in-out; animation-direction:normal; border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;[/class] [class=film]width:450px; height:260px; background:URL(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DampPortlyAiredaleterrier-size_restricted.gif); background-size;cover; position;absolute; opacity:0.2;[/class] [class=frontpic]width:450px; height:260px; position:absolute; top:20px; left:17px; background:URL(https://media0.giphy.com/media/BQeYNCt2SFURO/source.gif); background-position:20%; background-size:cover; border-radius:10px; border:8px solid white;[/class] [class=click1] width:500px; height:100px; text-align:center; position:absolute; top:300px; cursor:pointer;[/class] [class=hover1]width:180px; height:380px; padding:10px; transition:2s;background-color: rgb(244, 244, 244, 0.9); opacity:0; overflow:hidden;[/class] [class name=hover1 state=hover]opacity:1; transition:2s;[/class] [class name=scroll]width: 100%;height: 98%; overflow: hidden;box-sizing: content-box;overflow-Y: scroll;overflow-X: hidden; padding-right: 20px; padding-left:20px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:Karla; font-size:14px; font-height:15px;[/class] [class=h1] font-familyrata; font-size:40px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:-1.5px; [/class] [class=h2] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:5.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-10px; [/class] [class=h3] font-family:Karla; font-size:10px; color:#221711; letter-spacing:2.5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:-5px; [/class] [script class=click1 on=click] slideToggle 1000 body2 fadeToggle 10 pic1 fadeToggle 10 pic2[/script] [animation=slide1] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: right; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: right; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation] [animation=slide2] [keyframe=0] transform: rotateY(70deg); transform-origin: left; opacity: 0; [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] 100% { transform: rotateY(0); transform-origin: left; opacity: 1;[/keyframe][/animation]

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[natasha.]

[class=tag] color: #D88E44; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Playfair Display; font-size: 16px; [/class]

[div class=tag]location

the party

[div class=tag]mood

"soft hands... yeah i really need a drink."

[div class=tag]outfit

i'm all dolled up

[div class=tag]tag

weldherwings [/div] [/div]

Camille wondered if she'd made the wrong choice by introducing Jae as her boyfriend. Not only would her friends be suspicious — because that's the kind of thing you tell your friends, and here she was, showing up with an unannounced boyfriend — but she didn't know if Jae could actually act the part.

He mentioned earlier that he'd had a girlfriend, so maybe he could be believable, but based on their interaction so far, it seemed near impossible.

Regardless, she'd already said it, so all that was left was to wait and see if he was convincing enough.

Apparently, he could be nice to anyone but her. Izzy seemed pleased with the interaction. She was the most high maintenance friend she had so if she was impressed, then the rest of the party would be a breeze. Like Izzy, Camille's eyes shot down to their suddenly intertwined hands. She froze for a second, not having expected that, but she quickly recovered when Izzy's gaze met hers and she let her fingers close between his instead of remaining pointed out.

"Well you two look adorable," Izzy said with a grin and looked to Jae. "Cami and I met ages ago. She painted the mural in my living room. Hold on, I think I have a picture—" Izzy reached into her glittery purse to pull her phone out, and Cami felt the strong urge to get away.

"Actually, why don't we catch up a little later?" Camille suggested with a smile. She was doing her best not to give away the fact that she just wanted to get inside and get some alcohol in her. She did not want to stay out here while Izzy talked Jae's ear off — which she was perfectly capable of doing. "Got a few more people to introduce him to or they'll kill me for not telling them sooner."

This seemed like a believable excuse, because Izzy laughed and nodded. "Of course!" She patted Jae's shoulder while moving past them. "I just need to get something from my car but I'll hunt you guys down later!"

When she was out of sight, Camille looked to Jae, her gaze continuously flitting to their clasped hands. It felt oddly nice. It certainly didn't feel as weird as she thought it would feel. And, surprisingly enough, Jae so far put on a pretty stellar performance as her date. But they had hardly begun. Izzy was among her more self-centred friends. There were one or two who resorted to straight up interrogation when it came to someone she was dating. That was going to be fun.

Camille wanted to say something, but she wasn't really sure what to say. "You... have soft hands." Wow. Way to go, Cami.

Clearing her throat, and using their intertwined hands to her advantage, she tugged him along and began to move toward the inside of the house. "I need a drink. Do you?" Maybe a little liquid courage would make this whole 'playing along' thing slightly easier to do. She wasn't sure why it was so hard. Pretending to date someone shouldn't be difficult, but the moment she felt Jae's hand slide into hers, it was like something else had been switched on in her head, and she couldn't figure out what it was.

"There's going to be more conversations like that," Cami gave him a heads up as she tried weaving through the crowd of half-drunk college kids. "I hope you're up to the task," she added in, trying to convince him that it wasn't going to be easy. Anything to distract from the fact that she'd been fazed by such a small gesture.

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camille kiara bianchi.