Kpop Imagines

24 - Park Chanyeol

Word Count: 1291

Chae's POV
Just yesterday, I received a text from my boss that I will be the make up artist for the lead male in the new drama "Pink Love". Everyone's talking about it, excited for its first episode release, eager to know who is in the cast and seems to be very impatient to know if the famous, number one, cold looking actor will star in it. me? I hope not. Sure he's famous and the number one actor global, but his cold looking appearance really repels a number of people. I don't mean to be gossiping or anything but lots of my coworkers that have worked with the number one actor all reported that his personality is as cold as his appearance.

Driving to the scene set, the sky was beginning to turn a greenish yellow light color as the dark sky and twinkling stars start to fade away. The sun was rising, morning was coming near.

Parking into the set parking lot for all crew and cast members on the new drama, I glanced at the digital clock in my car. I smiled, early 10 minutes like always. Getting out of my car, I looked at the set. it was like any other typical Korean high school building. Nothing special about it.

Walking to the director with my makeup box in one hand, I asked him who I was working with.

I groaned internally as I heard the name, trying to keep on a smile to not upset the director.

Park.
Chan.
Yeol.

Entering the private dressing room, I spot Chanyeol nodding to himself while going over his lines. He must have noticed me in the room because he shut his script packet and looked up at me.

"Make up artist?" He raised a brow.

I nodded, "That's me."

"Good. You're here early." He turned his swivel chair to fix his hair in the mirror, "My last makeup artist was late a minute," he frowned shaking his head, "didn't end so well."

I tensed up.

Only one minute? Geez, you can't even wait a minute?

"What are you doing standing there? Get over here and do my makeup already." He glared at me through the mirror.

Chanyeol's POV
"What are you doing standing over there? Get over here and do my makeup already." I glared at the new makeup artist.

She nodded an walked over to me, placing her makeup kit on the table provided by the staff.

"Name." I stated, sitting back in my chair.

She grabbed foundation and looked at me confused, "Excuse me?"

I rolled my eyes already irritated, "Your name. What is it?"

"Oh...I'm Chae." She gently dabbed foundation on my face.

I nodded. opened up my script packet and decided to review my lines as Chae does my makeup.

I hate how my manager always hires a new makeup artist for me whenever I'm in a new drama. But it serves them right for always being late to the set. I swear if this one is late one time, she's dead.

"Chanyeol! 5 minutes!" The director knocked on my door.

"I got it." I replied, looking up from my script book, "Are you done? I have 5 minutes left."

She paused from messing around with her makeup box and looked up at me, "...I've been done, Chanyeol...you were probably focused into your lines you must've forgotten about the time..."

I blinked.

"Oh...I'll go then." I got up from my seat, trying to keep my cool and cold image. While walking out, I stumbled a bit on a wire I stepped on and hoped she didn't see as I left the dressing room to the set.

Chae's POV
I smiled to myself a I watched Chanyeol awkwardly leave the dressing room. He must've not known about the wire on the ground and stumbled on his feet when he stepped on it before shutting the door closed behind him.

Honestly, he really didn't have much makeup to put on to make him look flawless, that's why my job was pretty easy this time.

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It was almost time to leave so I had left a small pack of makeup remover on the table and brought the makeup box lid over and tightly shut it. Holding onto the handle, I held it firmly and turned to walk out of the room.

I must've turned around too fast because the next thing I knew, I was lip locked with Park Chanyeol. Both our eyes widen in shock.

He stumbled back, "YAH! Watch it!"

I brought my hands to my hips, "Excuse me, but it's not my fault. All I did was turn around!"

"Well you had a mirror right in front of you! You should have at least seen me walk in the room!" He threw his hands in the air.

I sighed frustratedly and pointed at the makeup remover, "Just...Clean off your makeup, you can do that yourself can't you?" And with that I had stormed out.

I ran to my car, wiping my lips clean of...him. I set my makeup kit in the passenger seat, started my car and drove off.

By the time I parked my car in my apartment parking lot I sat there and suddenly a guilty feeling settled in me for blowing up in front of him, after all it was an accident anyway. Trying to shake the guilt away, I went up to my apartment, makeup box in hand.

Setting my makeup kit down on the coffee table in the living room, I turned on the TV and went to the kitchen to fix something up for my dinner.

Chanyeol's POV
I walked into the dressing room and stopped short when my lips touched another's pair of lips. What the heck is she thinking?! And I was just about to like her as my makeup artist. Guess she's like all the others.

Disgusting!

I stumbled backwards and yelled, "YAH! Watch it!" You pervert!! Kissing random people, already showing your true self huh?!

She yelled back at me with just the exact amount of aggressiveness, "Excuse me, but it's not my fault. All I did was turn around!"

You were right in front of a large a** mirror, grouchy lady! Probably more than half your size, how did you not see me?!"

"Well you had a mirror right in front of you! You should have at least seen me walk in the room!" I pointed at the huge mirror, now behind her.

"Just..!" She was frustrated. Good. I hope you quit this job. "Clean off your makeup, you can do that yourself can't you?"

I stood there glaring as she stormed out the room, I scoffed and grabbed the remover to clean off my makeup.

Once I was down cleaning my face, I threw the towel in a trash bin and walked out to see my manager and was escorted to my van. I climbed in the back seat as my manager started the van and drove me back to my dorm.

I unlocked my dorm door and walked in, kicking my shoes off and went to pick out clothes for my shower.

Heading into the bathroom, I turned on the water and while waiting for the water to get hot, I stripped down and jumped into the shower. While standing under the shower head, a sudden guilty feeling sat in my stomach and the image of my new makeup artist came to mind.

Maybe she really didn't mean the kiss. Could it have been just an accident then? Aish! Why am I even thinking about that clumsy little girl? I shook away my thought and showered before getting out, dressed myself and head to bed from tiredness.