nct imagines

mark - hair salon

word count : 504

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"hey y/n, we have a lot of familiar clients outside. gonna need your help," your co-worker said with their head popped through the door.

you pouted and heard the microwave beep next to you. "i'll be there in a second," you answered with a sigh and your co-worker left. you sighed again and opened the microwave. you took out your lunch and popped the lid back on it, "sorry lunch. i'll eat you later." you said and put your lunch back in the fridge.

you left the break room and walked outside. you saw lots of familiar people and headed to your chair, where you saw one of your friends.

"oh god, why are you in my chair again, mark? i'm pretty sure i did your hair like a month ago!" you questioned once you saw your friend sitting in your chair.

"it's not my fault that i come here so often!" he exclaimed and scrolled through his phone. "blame the company, not me."

"am i dyeing your hair again?" you asked as you stood behind the chair.

"i really don't know. ask my manager," he said while he continued to scroll through his phone.

"you're going to go bald once day because you get your hair dyed way too much," you mentioned and he looked up at you through the mirror.

"please don't say that," he whined as you walked away. you talked to both your manager and his manager to check what was being done. once you confirmed that you were just cutting his hair, you returned to your chair.

"i'm cutting it, but not too much. and you'll still be a pink head for awhile," you said to him.

"can you just dye it back to black so i can actually feel normal?" he asked. you laughed while you started to cut his hair.

"i'd probably never be allowed to do your hair ever again," you said to him.

"ugh."

you continued trimming his hair and brushed it with a comb. "mark."

"yea?"

"out of all of nct, who do you think will be bald when you guys are older first?" you asked while laughing.

"y/n, it isn't funny..." mark mentioned. "and i seriously don't want to think about it!" he exclaimed while you continued laughing.

you finished doing his hair and took the cape off of him. he stood up and started playing with his hair while you swept the floor and cleaned up your station.

"move," you said and playfully pushed him out of the way while sweeping.

"rude," mark responded and sat back down on the chair. "hey, you doing anything tonight?" he asked.

"tonight? no, why?" you replied and put the broom away.

"you wanna grab dinner?" he asked and you looked at him.

you smiled, "sure."

"i'll pick you up at seven," he said and stood up. he quickly looked around and then pecked your cheek.

"hey!"

"see ya later, y/n," he said while waving and walked up to his manager.