DEAN FanFic: "I work for him.."

Chapter 1: "he needs you in the dressing room"

Y/N POV
So i've been DEAN's personal stylist for about 3 years, i went to school in Chicago, graduated with a masters in fashion design. After I graduated, i worked with a few photographers, dressing models, specifically asian models, male and female. I've always been a fan of asian culture, especially how they dress  The style is so funky, colorful, and most dope. My friend, Abby, went to college with me, she graduated with a masters in public relations with a marketing minor. So you can only imagine how i reacted when she told me she had connections to get me as the lead stylist for one of the sickest Korean r&b singer, DEAN...

"you're.... kidding.." i looked at abby with a face of, 'you've got to be shitting me',

"i swear on our friendship.. I have a friend who works with him, and he saw your portfolio and he literally asked me for you to do a couple of DEAN's outfits while he was in chicago". her eyes widened and her mouth dropped in excitement.

"holy. shit. holy. shit", i progressively said faster and with more excitement. we ended up speaking gibberish while screaming, holding hands in excitement.
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2 days later;
i showed up to the venue, absolutely excited but very nervous. i had 2 days to pick 10 outfits that i thought would both fit DEAN and make him look as great as ever..

after struggling around the back stage, trying to get someone's attention to ask where to go, but everyone was rushing in different directions.

finally after a few minutes, i felt a hand touch behind me, i turned around to see an asian woman with a head set on and a clip board, wearing all black.

"hi can i help you?.." she looked at me questioning my presence.

"oh hi.. i'm Y/N.. i'm the new stylist, i uh- i work for him" i looked down at my suitcases and equipment of clothes, shoes, hats, and jewelry. she knew exactly who i was talking about.

"oh damn i'm sorry, they said you'd be coming but didn't tell me who to look for. yeah DEANs in the building, let me ask where he is" she walked a few feet away and pressed a button her headset, speaking in korean for what assumed to be where his presence was.

i looked around the rest of the backstage area, taking in the atmosphere, internally pinching myself to see if it was all real.

"hey um Y/N, we're ready, he needs you in his dressing room.." she said walking next to me, down a few halls and finally to a door with the letter D on it. the woman knocks on the door and opens it for me.

"he'll be in in a minute" she said walking out of the room and closing the door. i looked around at his dressing room, im not gonna lie, it looked better than my place, i live in a one bedroom and even this room looked fancier than mine.

i put my things out and grabbed my hangers, shoes and started to place any jewelry i thought would be pretty versatile to use. i went to the mirror and fixed myself up. rubbing my black jeans to make sure their wasn't anything on them, and fixing my baby blue crop top button up. my hair was down and straight. finally, i heard the door open...

holy shit..