Seventeen Imagines (COMPLETED)

Dino

It's been exactly 30 minutes since I've been waiting for Dino. He always does this. Just because he's an idol doesn't mean he can make me wait to style him. I need to trim his hair and do his makeup soon or else he'll be late for the interview he has with the rest of his band mates.

I was leaning against the wall as I heard whistling coming from the hallway. I bit the inside of my lip and tapped my foot on the floor as he passed by me and sat down on the chair as if he did nothing wrong.

"Alright get on with it. I don't have time to waste", he said, putting his right leg over the left one.

I didn't move. I stayed on the same spot, my foot repeatedly tapping on the floor. He noticed I wasn't moving so he looked back and raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell are you waiting for? I'm not getting any younger. And I know for sure you aren't either", he said before turning back, taking out his phone to play a game.

I rolled my eyes and started fixing his hair and makeup. There were a few times he would glance up at me and smirk when he saw the annoyed look on my face.

"If your eyebrows get any closer, there's gonna be a lot of wrinkles on your pretty little forehead", he chuckled as his eyes averted back to his phone.

"Yeah well you're the cause of it. You have to be at that interview in ten minutes and I'm not even done with your makeup and you still need to change. God, sometimes you're just hard to work with", I muttered, massaging the moisturizer on his face.

"And yet you're still here..working for me", he lightly smirked.

"Correction, I don't work for you. I work for your manager who happens to be my uncle", I said, quickly patting in the foundation onto his face.

"So why haven't you asked him if you can be a stylist for someone else? You've been my stylist for two years already. Am I really that hard to work with? Or do you just like seeing my face everyday?", he asked, smirk disappearing, being replaced by a thin line.

He looked up at me, causing me to stop what I was doing. I had to force myself to look away and pretend to grab another brush.

"It's not that. My uncle thought I'd be best to make you look good and I have to respect his decision. I don't give up that easily", I said, turning back to him.

I thought he was sitting down but when I turned around he was near me. He startled me, causing me to drop the brush onto the floor. His arms were on each side of the vanity mirror, trapping me.

"What are you doing?", I asked in a whisper.

"Trying to figure you out. Usually I scare away my stylists. They don't even make it to a week. But you've been my stylist for two years. You're...something", he said, chuckling once to be able to understand.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?", I asked.

"..no..I stopped trying a long time ago. I'm just testing your patience and I can tell you right now, you have a lot of it", he said.

"Well...not quite at this moment. I'm not done with your makeup and you have five minutes. We don't have time", I said as I pushed him down onto the chair so I could continue.

This time, he wasn't on his phone, playing whatever game he usually plays. He was looking at me the whole time. It made me feel quite uncomfortable...and yet I was worried about if I was blushing or not.

After I was done with his makeup, I gave him his clothes so he could change and told him I'd be waiting in the car. I packed up the makeup and headed towards the company car where everyone else was waiting.

On our way to the place where they're having the interview, I kept getting text messages from Dino. He was sitting all the way back of the van while I rode shotgun. The rest of the stylists left about an hour ago while I was stuck in a van with Dino and his band mates. Since my phone kept vibrating from all the messages I was receiving from Dino, I decided to turn it off.

As soon as we arrived, the guys quickly walked inside the building while Dino took his time. I didn't want to go inside so I stayed in the van for those forty five minutes. Even though they were a few minutes late, they got a perfect response from the MC.

After they were done, they decided they would go eat to celebrate and invited the stylists but I didn't want to go. I stayed behind to clean the area where I work and thought I would get some peace and quiet but as soon as I heard that same whistle, I knew I was gonna have to wait until I got home.

"What are you doing here?", I asked.

"Thought you needed some company. And you didn't answer any of my text messages", Dino said, leaning against the chair as he pursed his lips.

"What do you want from me? Yesterday you were calling me a selfish brat with an attitude and now you're acting as if we're friends", I said.

"Well if you are gonna be my stylist permanently, maybe I should start treating you like a friend. Who knows? Maybe you'll end up liking me one day", he said.

"And now you're being cocky. You're too confident in yourself, you know that?", I scoffed and rolled my eyes, turning away from him so he wouldn't see me.

"Better than pushing everyone away. You think I don't know? You make it very obvious. I think you're scared", he said.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer. The grip I had on the wet cloth tightened and my eyes shut tight.

"You know, you're uncle talks a lot about you. He says you're a loner. Wanna know the reason why he made you my stylist? Because we're the same. We're afraid of something big happening. So to prevent us from getting closer to that point, we do anything to be able to stay in that one spot and not move ahead. Everyone needs friends. Even if it's just one", he said.

I looked at him through the mirror and noticed he was smiling sincerely. I thought he was just joking around and waited for him to laugh and tease me but he just kept smiling.

"Who are you and what have you done to Dino?", I said, causing him to break out in laughter.

"It's shocking. I know. So what do you say? Wanna go get lunch?", he asked.

"...sure...why not. Just as long as you don't pretend to go to the bathroom and leave me to deal with the check", I said.

"Oh...so I'm paying?", he asked.

I playfully punched him on the arm and grabbed my purse to walk out of the room.

"No seriously. Am I paying?", he asked, following me out of the room.