nct imagines

haechan - designer

word count : 1,247

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a/n - assistant's name

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"okay! next set of models are up in ten, nine, eight!" a backstage worker counted off as you quickly sewed thread into one of your dresses. "seven, six, five, four!" you cut the remaining thread and fixed the sleeve of your jacket.

"go, go, go," you ushered one of your models and you watched her go out onto the runaway. you sprinted back and started checking your other models. "this is wrong!" you yelled when you saw two of your models coming out from changing. "you two, go switch right now!" you shouted. your assistants and the models ran back to the changing area. "did someone mess with the labels again?" you sighed and grabbed a pair of heels off of a table. you ran to another model and handed her the shoes. "where's my coffee?" you asked.

"here!" one of your assistants ran to you and handed you your coffee.

"next model! on in fifteen!" a backstage hand announced. you took a gulp of coffee and handed the coffee cup back to your assistant. you went to one of your models, who had just changed, and zipped up the different zippers on the outfit.

"how we doing?" you asked him.

"good," he answered and you straightened out his jacket.

"three, two, one!" your model ran away from you and walked onto the runway.

"what the hell?!" you heard someone yell. you looked over and saw another designer, haechan, trying to sew some clothing.

"miss! i need some help over here!" one of your assistants called for you. you ran over and started fixing a skirt.

"this isn't going to work," you said and then ripped the seam of a skirt. you ripped a few more areas, "i'm fine with this." you said to your assistant and your model. your model ran to go out while you went to another model, "you okay?" you asked. your model nodded his head, "okay, go." you jogged over to your clothing rack and grabbed an outfit for a model that just came off the runway. "she needs a touch up please!" you said as you handed one of your assistants the outfit for one of models. a makeup artist jogged over to your model and fixed her makeup.

"miss, this is it, right?" another assistant asked you and showed you your model. you approached your model and unbuttoned her jacket. "okay, thank you."

"miss l/n! hey!" you turned around and saw haechan running towards you. "can you please help me?" he asked once he reached you, "one of my models got upset and left. could you please fill in? just for one outfit?" he pleaded with you and grabbed your arms.

"excuse me?" you asked.

"i need this look to go out on the runway today, please!" he pleaded.

"miss, we can handle everything," you heard one of your assistants.

you looked at your assistants, "everything better be right."

"yes ma'am!"

"of course miss."

"yes miss!"

haechan dragged you to the area where his outfits were hung up. he grabbed a dress off a rack and handed it to you.

out of all people, he asked another designer?

you went into the changing area and changed into a dress. somehow, the dress was the right fit on you. you walked out where and haechan was anxious waiting.

"haechan?" you called out to him.

he looked at you and froze. you swore you saw his cheeks turn pink. "uh...um...i need some help please! someone take down her hair and someone put lipstick on her!" haechan said and grabbed scissors. other people came and started fixing you. "can you see without your glasses?" he asked you.

"uh...yea?" you replied. haechan took your glasses off and everything became a bit blurry, but you could still see your models and assistants.

you looked over at your side once lipstick was put on you, "fix the tread! it's too long!" you shouted and watched your assistants fix your outfits.

"miss! where's the black heels with the straps?" one of your assistants ran over and asked.

"should be next to the green ones. and hey, come here a/n," you grabbed her arm and pulled her as close as you could. "don't tell any reporters that i'm going out there. make sure the others know. got it?" she nodded her head and ran back to your side.

"could you put these shoes on?" haechan asked you and put a pair of heels on the floor. he held his hand out and you grabbed it and stepped into the shoes. "do they fit?" you nodded your head. "okay, i think we're good. let's go." he grabbed your hand and walked you over to where the models went out onto the runway.

your heart raced as you waited to go on. "four, three, two, one," you were gently pushed to go out and you started walking. you walked out on the runway and looked straight at the back wall so you wouldn't be fully blinded by the lights and camera flashes. you walked to the end and posed twice before turning around. you walked back and off the runway.

once you were off, "where are my glasses?" you yelled.

"here," haechan stood near you and handed them to you.

"thanks," you said and ran off to change back into your clothes and sneakers. you gave the outfit back to one of haechan's assistants and hurried back to your side. "is everything good over here?" you asked and started to fix the stitching on a zipper.

"yea, we have our last few models ready," a/n said to you. you nodded your head, "is anyone going out for you?" she asked.

"someone can. i don't care, just don't mention me being on the runway. pack up everything and bring it to my studio. i'll see you guys tomorrow afternoon." you said to them.

you watched your models go on stage for the final run. then, you grabbed your backpack and coffee. as all of the designers were preparing to go on the runway, you snuck out of the building and headed towards the parking garage.

i'm free!

"hey! miss l/n!"

maybe not...

you stopped walking and turned around to see haechan jogging over to you. he reached you and held his hand out, "thank you."

you took his hand and shook it. "yea, no problem," you spoke.

he let go of your hand, "so why didn't you go in stage?" he asked. "all of the other designers did."

"the fashion bloggers and writers don't know who i am, and i'd like the keep it that way," you said to him. "and i'm always wearing sweaters and shorts, people think i'm an assistant instead of the boss," you explained. "shouldn't you be out there right now?"

"i already went out, i just quickly left," he said to you. "i really love your designs miss l/n. i'd love to collaborate with you sometime," he said with a smile on his face.

you smiled, "yours aren't too bad either." you reached into your backpack and grabbed a card. "here, this is my personal business card. and please, call me y/n." you handed him the card. he looked at it and put it in his pocket.

"thank you, y/n," he said. "i should let you go. it was nice seeing you."

"you too," you waved and started walking towards your car.