NCT DREAM IMAGINES

20' Designer (Mark)

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~Mark Imagine

Description: You're a beauty pageant and your boyfriend is an idol, but he could pass as your stylist. Play Designer by NCT 127 while reading this imagine to set the mood.

I personally like this one. <3

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Y/N's POV:

"Ladies move this way please." The pageant coordinater walks in with her clipboard in hand. She is motioning for the contestants who are ready to move to the waiting room.

The show is only minutes away now and my stylist hasn't shown up with my dress yet. We're currently in the quarter-finals of the Miss Earth Paegant and I can't afford to be late.

Not if I want to win it, especially since I need to enter the country's annual Paegant.

Rita, my stylist's assistant, who has been here for nearly an hour already, walks in with a dreadful expression.

"What happened?" I stand up, heading straight towards her.

"Ahh, nothing, yet." She says, not helping at all. "I haven't heard from her but don't worry, she won't give up on you last minute. This means so much to her too."

"But the show starts in 15 and we haven't heard from her for the past hour." Panic hits me after I realize that I might actually have to sit out on this one.

Not only that, I'll also be disqualified from the pageant, if I don't partake in this round.

Nevertheless, we wait for another five minutes in order to test our waters because I am desperate and unfortunately still have hope in me. I had been waiting for a while now to finally follow my dream of being a beauty pageant, so giving up wasn't an option.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Bikini Round!" We all hear the host all the way from the stage to the dressing room.

The other contestants are almost or completely done getting ready while I'm still sitting in my bathrobe as my make up had been done a while ago.

Tears threaten to spill as they poke my eyes because reality finally seems to hit me as I now realize that I'm pretty late for the show. I slowly start to hang my head, as a tissue appears in my view.

"Here Y/N, you can't ruin your make up." Rita kindly offers, still positive about the whole situation.

The first few contestants file out to be on standby as the show is just about to begin, leaving me and my sorrows.

Just then, someone bursts through the main door of our dressing room with a suitcase in one hand and a briefcase in the other.

I can tell that it is a man from his silhouette, even though his back is faced towards me as he is making sure to lock the door before turning to us.

"Baby I'm so sorry, for being late." My boyfriend pants while turning around, completely surprising me.

I jump up from my seat and towards him, engulfing him in a tight hug with no regards for my hairstyle and make up at all. Just when everything was going wrong, Mark felt like a godsent comfort for me to take advantage of.

"It's okay, everything will be okay now." Mark carefully caresses my hair while saying. I am well aware that he probably wants to comfort me too by telling me sweet nothings because of my current situation.

"No no, nothing is okay." I almost sob. "My outfit is..." My voice cracks as I recall that I'm going to be disqualified any minute now.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, love." Mark slowly pulls away from me. It is only now that I realize, that apart from Rita and my make up artist, we're alone in the dressing room.