Seventeen Imagines

DK

Imagine for azznxx

It was just another shift at your part time job at the shopping department. You work in a popular clothes store where everyone and anyone goes to.

Your job was to help customers in the changing rooms. It could actually be a quite an tiring job. Getting bossed around by strangers to get them what they needed. 'Miss get this!' 'Miss get this!'. They never say please and thank you, and you have to bite your tongue from saying anything rude and get fired.

It's been busy in work today and it has only been half of the day. You've never wanted to finish your shift so much in your life. The customers have been obnoxiously annoying today. There was this one woman that couldn't find the right bra size, you had to keep retrieving different sizes for about thirty minutes. You come to your all time low when she'd gotten stuck in one of them and you had to (by policy of your job) help her get out of it.

Saying you were scared for life is an understatement.

Currently you were putting the clothes that didn't fit people on racks. The queue for the women's changing rooms had gotten quiet, so the other worker told you to take a break and do this.

While putting clothes onto hangers the sliding doors to the shop opened. A man came in wearing casual ripped jeans and a nice fitting top. You tried not to stare because he was probably the most handsome man you've ever seen enter the store.

You carry on hanging clothes when you realise you were staring. You cough and blush, you hope no one has noticed. You look around and see that everyone is doing their usual job. Why were you so weird?

"Y/N! I need your help!" You whip your head up when you hear your managers voice. He was a fat, no you shouldn't say that... Obese man and he was waddling towards you. He was wearing a suit and some of the buttons on his shirt had popped off. You don't want to be rude so you didn't say anything.

"Yes sir?" You try to keep a straight face.

"I need you to help out at the men's changing rooms. It's over flowing in there and the customers are getting impatient." He spits while he talks and you discretely wipe it off your face.

"The men's? Can't a male attendant do it-"

"We don't have any other male attendants. You're the only person I could think of who's mature enough to do this job. Also you're a lesbian so it doesn't matter."

"Uh, sir I'm not a lesbian, not that there's anything wrong with lesbians-"

"I don't want to hear it. Now go and help." He walks off without another glance at you. Okay then.

You glance around the store and see that the queue is over flowing with men. With a sigh you walk over to the rooms.

"Hey, Y/N! We need some help!" A male assistant said and you nodded.

"I'm coming." You made it to the rooms and stood in front of the queue. Looking down you saw that there were no rooms available at the moment. You tap your foot anxiously and look up at the queue. You take in a deep breathe when you see that next in line is the hot boy from earlier.

He was holding a suit in his hands, looking at it intently. His hair was perfectly styled.

A changing room opens and you cough awkwardly. The boy looks up and smiles at you. He has a beautiful smile. 

"Um there's a changing room open. How many items do you have?" You say nervously.

"Uh, one." His voice was so deep.

You hand him a hanger with the number one on it. "Do you need help with anything?" Please say no please say no please say no please say no please say no please say no-