NCT & WAYV IMAGINES

yuta

member: yuta
description: yuta's summer is beginning to seem unbearable until you stumble into his workplace on a hot afternoon.
words: 1410
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"this is so fucking pointless," yuta spoke, grim faced, as the hot dog costume that adorned his body began to feel like an inferno in the midsummer heat. yuta jumped around in the parking lot of hardy's hotdogs  as he twirled an arrow shaped sign.

his dad had forced him to get a part time to stay busy during the summer, and sadly, this was the only one he could obtain with his unimpressive resumé. the most credible thing on it was the 'worked at a gucci store for three days, before being fired after breaking the cash register' statement.  yuta's summer vacation was looking terribly dull.

a shiny, black range rover pulled up into the parking lot, jerking fowards and screeching unnecessarily.

"at least if you're gonna drive, do it properly..." yuta grumbled to himself, wiping the sweat which had fallen from his red-orange hair. he continued to dance and wave the arrow around in an unskilled manner, adding in a few hip thrusts just for the sake of it.

the doors of the black range rover opened in almost slow motion as two of the the hottest girl yuta had seen that afternoon stepped out. he gaped, starring wide eyed as the sign fell from his hands.

wait, that girl looks familiar. is...is that, y/n? abort mission!

"erin, why are we here? who even eats here, it's like a shabby dinner from the nineties. i bet, the owner's name isn't even hardy." you complained as, you and your best friend walked towards the entrance of hardy's hotdogs.

"oh shutup, you brat. you know we're only here to pick up an order for my dad." erin sassed.

you mockingly mimicked her words as your face contorted into an unpleasant expression.

"yOu knOw wE'rE ONly hErE tO pIck UP AN ORDER FOR MY DAD!" you spoke, your voice sounding agressive towards the end.

"at least, i'm financially stable enough to be able to buy food for my parents..." erin retorted.

"at least, i'm educated enough to tell, just by looking, that you can't drive for shit!" you replied, hyping yourself up with a not-so-quiet, 'boom! roasted!' at the end.

yup, best friends indeed.

yuta's sweating now had another cause, other than the heat of course. y/n, his completely gorgeous crush was approaching his workplace, about to witness the world's most pitiful sight: him in a hotdog costume.

yuta noticed the fact that you were a only a couple of yards away, abandoned his fallen sign and dashed into the nearly empty restaurant. the only customers being a couple in their mid-fifties.

yuta, sicheng and their manager, doyoung, were the only ones on duty that day. the atmosphere was as dead as jake paul's career.

"hey, i need to you to take over my duties for a bit." yuta whisper-shouted, completely out of breath, to the startled man standing behind the counter.

"what's wrong hyung?" sicheng asked worriedly, with a pout. the epitome of cute.

"no time to explain! i'll be heading straight to the back for a bit. if you need anything put your mouth up to the crack and whisper very softly." yuta replied hurriedly, completely forgetting the fact that there was clearly a walkway to take him behind the counter as he jumped over it, still dressed as a hotdog.

doyoung, stepped out of the breakroom, just in time to see yuta on the counter.

"what do you think you're doing? you should outisde waving that sign and shaking your ass as if your paycheck depended on it. which...it does by the way." he spoke.