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“JAEMINNNNN!” a shrill scream resonates within the confines of Jaemin’s studio apartment.
Donghyuck bursts through the front door, startling the poor boy draped over the couch. Jaemin lifts his head to look at Donghyuck, but swiftly drops it and covers his eyes with one arm. He just survived another grueling day at work, and all he wants to do is sleep.
If I ignore him, maybe he’ll go away. Maybe I’m just in a very, very bad dream.
Donghyuck slams the front door, causing Jaemin and all three of his cats to flinch. His furry children scatter from their respective places and seek refuge in the corner of his apartment.
“Hyuck, please stop scaring my babies!” he whines.
At this moment, Jaemin really regrets giving Donghyuck a spare key to his sanctuary.
“But Nana, this is AN EMERGENCY! I’m so royally fucked.” Donghyuck makes his way over to the couch and kneels next to Jaemin.
“Nana please, my life depends on you!” he begs.
Reluctantly, Jaemin sits up with an uninterested look. As much as he loves Donghyuck, he does not have enough energy to entertain his dramatic antics.
“What could possibly be so urgent that you had to disrupt my peaceful day?
Jaemin is lying. Ever since two weeks ago, he hasn’t had a single peaceful day after encountering THE real life Adonis. Lewd thoughts have plagued his mind constantly to the point where he thinks he’s beginning to become Mr. Kim, except for the fact that he doesn’t have his own Mr. Jeong.
“Nana, he’s here in Korea. At first he said he was visiting his parents, but now he’s moving back here! Permanently! What if he doesn’t like me? Even worse, what if he’s a catfish and he’s actually an old pervert! Oh god I’m not ready for this, I’m not ready to meet the love of my life-“
Jaemin’s brain is not functioning fast enough to comprehend anything Donghyuck has been rambling on about for the past five minutes.
“Wait what?” Jaemin asks.
“-even worse what if he thinks I’m the catfish? Oh my god.” Donghyuck wails into his hands, fully seated on the floor now.
“Huh?”
“Nana! What do you not understand? OnYourMark is here! In Korea!”
“Who? Huh?” Jaemin is still thoroughly confused.
“The Canadian guy I’ve been talking to online for the past year?”
Oh. That guy.
“What kind of name is OnYourMark? That’s so cheesy.” Jaemin snickers.
“I don’t need to know his real name to know that he’s the love of my life! We have a real, genuine connection! Jaemin please, do me a huge favor and take my clients tomorrow! I’ll owe you big time!” Donghyuck pleads.
“What!? But it’s my day off tomorrow!” Jaemin huffs, crossing his arms.
“Exactly! I need you to take my shift so I can go shopping and get ready to meet him! You can even keep all the tips you make! Please, I have a date in two days!!”
Donghyuck tries his best to placate Jaemin by leeching on to his arms while batting his lashes and looking at him with boba eyes.
Fortunately, it doesn’t take that much begging for Jaemin to cave in.
“Fine, I’ll take your damn clients. Who's on the schedule tomorrow?”
“Just my regulars, oh and someone I’ve never waxed before! His name is Mr. Lee. Oh, but not that Mr. Lee. You know the other one married to Mr. Suh? I wonder if they're back from their anniversary yet.” Donghyuck cheerfully says.
Jaemin’s heart flutters. No way. Could it be?
Oh my god, what the fuck. Mr. Lee?! It’s only been two weeks my poor heart dick can’t take this!
“So you’ll cover me tomorrow right?” Donghyuck notices Jaemin’s odd silence, and hopes that Jaemin isn’t going back on his word.
Donghyuck continues rambling about all the things he needs to get done before his date, hoping to guilt trip the other.
Jaemin is fully clocked out. He's not listening to anything Donghyuck is saying and is fixated on the possibility of seeing Mr. Lee again.
“O-oh, yeah. I’m still good... for tomorrow Hyuckie.” Jaemin somehow manages to reply. As if Jaemin would let Donghyuck wax Mr. Lee!
“Great, you’re the best Jaem! Also one more thing, I’m adding myself to the schedule for a full body wax! See ya tomorrow morning Nana!” Donghyuck winks at Jaemin before merrily skipping out of the apartment, not forgetting to say goodbye to Lucy, Luke, and Luna.
Jaemin comes back to reality and barely registers the end of what Donghyuck said.
“Huh? Wait no!”
Ugh. Please, no more full body waxes.
Jaemin throws himself back onto the couch, face smushed in the cushions as he screams from remembering his first encounter with Mr. Lee.
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Two weeks ago:
Holy shit, what the actual fuck.
Jaemin is genuinely confused. He is a very smart and bright individual, but in this moment he only has two remaining brain cells. He’s currently staring blankly at the other male, internally panicking. He’s never serviced someone so much younger than his current demographic, excluding the Jeong-Kim’s and Suh-Lee’s who are actually not that old. It’s just that no one wants to tolerate their obscene behavior.
The silence is deafening. The man looks expectantly at Jaemin, the scowl still present on his face. Jaemin gapes at him like a fish out of water.
“You’re fifteen minutes late.” the handsome male finally speaks. His voice is low and gruff. Something twitches in Jaemin’s pants.
Oh shit. Dear lord help me, even his voice is hot.
The waxer flushes bright red. He immediately looks at the floor, unable to maintain eye contact much longer. He misses the brief look of amusement on the other’s face.
“I-I’m so sorry Mr. Lee. Uh, I was uh-“
“I don’t care for your excuses. This is extremely unprofessional.” Mr. Lee rudely interjects.
Jaemin is speechless. He’s not bothered by the blatant impoliteness, in fact, he oddly feels turned on?
Jaemin scurries to the corner of the room to place his bag down in the chair. While his back is turned, he misses the way that Mr. Lee’s eyes trail downwards appreciating the way that Jaemin's yoga pants hugs his ass.
Jaemin clears his throat before turning around, desperate to hold onto any remaining part of his of dignity. He’s handled worse clients before, and he won’t let Mr. Lee be the first person he denies service to (other than Mr. Nam).
“Sorry about that, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Lee. What would you like to get done today?” Jaemin smiles brightly, hoping to placate the other male who is surprisingly no longer mad.
Huh? Why is he smirking at me?
Mr. Lee uncrosses his arms and legs and leans forward, appearing even bigger now but at least less menacing. He stares straight into Jaemin’s eyes, gaze firm.
Jaemin surrenders first. He breaks eye contact again, only to end up looking at the man’s chest. Jaemin’s eyes widen as he realizes that he is shamelessly ogling him now.
Don’t look at his body, don’t look at his body, don’t look at his body, don’t look at his body. Don’t look at his perfect, sexy, toned, muscular, strong body.
Jaemin fails miserably as he can’t tear his eyes away. He would very much like those arms to wrap around him. His eyes widen when he looks at Mr. Lee's crotch. The towel is doing a poor job at covering what is underneath. If it's that big now, how much bigger would it be when fully erect? Jaemin doesn't think he can handle that information.
“Full body wax.”
The young esthetician snaps back to reality.
“Huh?”
Mr. Lee’s eyes flicker down shortly to Jaemin’s name tag.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Jaemin.”
Oh shit.
Jaemin is definitely half hard now and his face is permanently red. The way his name falls out of Mr. Lee's mouth sounds like heaven. The room feels instantaneously ten degrees hotter.
“O-of course Mr. Lee! Let’s get started right away!” Jaemin curses himself for stuttering, but he can’t afford to spend another minute with Mr. Lee, otherwise he’ll continue to act like a complete fool. He just needs to finish this session and then he can spend his lunch break in the bathroom recuperating from today’s embarrassment. If Jaemin needs to jack off in the bathroom, that's his business and nobody else's.
He walks awkwardly to the side of the room where there's another table with waxing supplies. He shakily puts on some gloves and grabs a popsicle stick and to stir the wax, feeling Mr. Lee watching his every move. He is grateful that the wax was pre-heated, otherwise he would have to spend another 10 minutes waiting for the beads to melt. Jaemin wants to make sure that Mr. Lee is completely satisfied with his service today.
“Please lay back down Mr. Lee, I will start with your legs first.” Jaemin says not turning around. He hears the sound of movement in the background as Mr. Lee readjusts himself on the bed.
Then, there’s a thud. The sound of a towel dropping the floor echos in the room. Jaemin stops stirring the wax and enters internal panic mode again.
What the fuck! I said I was going to wax his legs first! Please don’t be naked. Lord I’m not ready yet.
With a bottle of baby powder in his hands, Jaemin mentally composes himself before turning around to prep Mr. Lee’s skin.
As expected, Mr. Lee lays fully nude on the waxing table.
Don’t look at his dick, don’t look at his dick, don’t look at his dick, don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his perfectly shaped, curved, girthy dick.
He fails miserably again. The deafening silence returns as Jaemin boldly stares at his cock.
"I can hear you thinking from here." Mr. Lee speaks. Jaemin whips his head up and peers at Mr. Lee, hoping that he didn't get caught staring.
"I'm a competitive swimmer, so I need all the hair to be removed. Helps with less resistance in the water."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. That's what I was wondering... why you have little hair... Just doing a thorough assessment before the waxing! Haha." Jaemin tries to save face. Again, Jaemin misses the smirk on Mr. Lee's face.
He begins the waxing session by sprinkling the baby powder on Mr. Lee's legs. He lays a gloved hand on top of Mr. Lee's leg to spread the powder. At the initial contact, Jaemin swoons.
Oh my god. Why is he so muscular for? His legs are so strong, so nice, I could touch him forever.
Mr. Lee coughs causing Jaemin to break his reverie. The young esthetician retracts his hand and turns around to gather an appropriate amount of wax on the popsicle stick. Returning to Mr. Lee, Jaemin smears the wax on the older's leg and lets it cool down before pulling the skin taut and ripping the wax in the opposite direction. He presses his hand against the freshly waxed skin to alleviate the stinging and holds the wax in his other hand. As Mr. Lee described, there's not much hair on the strip.
Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off. Jaemin repeatedly chants in his head. It's a habit he picked up from waxing older people for so long.
Easily falling back into routine, Jaemin manages to wax Mr. Lee's calves, upper thighs, and arms efficiently without anymore distractions. Until he reaches Mr. Lee's... cock.
Jaemin hesitantly asks, "J-just the front Mr. Lee?"
"Speak properly." Mr. Lee reprimands.
Jaemin fidgets as he feels arousal pooling in his groin. He's also undoubtably attracted to the degrading way Mr. Lee treats him.
"S-sorry sir, would you like me to wax the front or the back as well?"
Jaemin must be imagining Mr. Lee's dick twitching from the mention of "sir". He's so horny that he's become delusional. Unbeknownst to Jaemin, he definitely did not imagine that.
"Yes, the front only." Mr. Lee confirms.
"O-okay."
Jaemin repeats the waxing process for the pubic region. He firmly grips the shaft of Mr. Lee's cock as he needs the skin to be taut for the wax to pull the hair out.
Holy shit it barely fits in my hand...
The younger male is almost drooling, wishing that he could have a taste of Mr. Lee. Wishing he could take off his gloves and feel Mr. Lee's bare skin. Jaemin scolds himself as he thinks it's extremely inappropriate to thirst over his client. Just kidding, all of his morals flew out the window ever since he laid eyes on Mr. Lee.
Miraculously, Jaemin finishes waxing the groin, but towards the end he's fully erect. His apron does a modest job of covering the bulge in his leggings. He curses his choice of outfit for the day. As the last step, Jaemin rubs oil all over the hairless regions to clean off any remaining wax.
"All done Mr. Lee!" Jaemin states with a smile. He grabs a fresh towel and places it on top of Mr. Lee's groin.
Out of sight, out of mind he thinks. Jaemin desperately needs this session to end so he can take care of his problem in the bathroom.
Mr. Lee sits up, leaning back on one hand while manspreading his legs. Jaemin quickly covers the front of his body with this hands.
"Jaemin, I'm a competitive swimmer. When I requested a full body wax, I meant the whole body." Mr. Lee scoffs and turns around to lay down prone on the waxing table. Jaemin repositions the towel on Mr. Lee's toned butt to provide more privacy.
Mr. Lee flexes his back muscles and Jaemin almost moans. He excitedly spreads more baby powder on his back and appreciates the way Mr. Lee's back feels strong and sturdy.
Jaemin accidentally moves too close to the waxing table and presses his bulge against the edge of the table. A breathy moan escapes his lips which he tries to disguise as a cough. Until he can reach the bathroom, Jaemin discreetly ruts against the table to provide some relief. He prays that Mr. Lee can't see or feel what's happening behind him.
Eventually Jaemin finishes waxing Mr. Lee's whole body. To his dismay, the session is finally over and he will probably never see Mr. Lee again after his multiple mistakes. He really wants to be good for Mr. Lee. At this point, he is more scared of disappointing Mr. Lee than disappointment Mrs. Yoo for losing a new client.
"I'm finished Mr. Lee. I'll let you get dressed now. Someone will be out at the front to take your payment. Please have a nice day!" Jaemin says rashly but still politely. He is no longer in a rush to leave since he was somewhat alleviated by his earlier... indecent actions. It'll be a secret he takes to the grave. Never in a million years did he think that he would act like a horny teenager in front of a stranger. Totally not professional.
Mr. Lee wordlessly gets up to change into his clothes while Jaemin tidies up the table and throws away everything into the trash bin. The younger walks to the corner of the room to grab his belongings and leave the room. Unfortunately, he's not fast enough.
"Do not make me wait next time. I want you to be in the room before I arrive. Is that clear?" Mr. Lee's voice pierces through the silence.
Jaemin is flabbergasted. The look of bewilderment is so obvious. He can't believe Mr. Lee is requesting his services for a second time. He was confident that the older would never want to come back.
Jaemin looks at Mr. Lee, who is now fully dressed in Ferragamo, and nods in agreement.
"Use your words." Mr. Lee frowns.
"Y-yes, Mr. Lee." Jaemin hangs his head low. He's disappointed Mr. Lee again.
“And Jaemin?” Mr. Lee walks over to Jaemin and grabs his hand. Jaemin's heart flutters violently in his chest as he glances at their connected hands before looking up at Mr. Lee, eyes wide. They're actually the same height, but Mr. Lee is slightly taller.
“Just Jeno is fine. Mr. Lee makes me sound old, unless you’re into that?” The man says suggestively before placing a generous tip in the other’s hand and walking out of the room.
Jaemin is left speechless for the nth time that day.
(Later at home, Jaemin counts the amount of money that Mr. Lee tipped him earlier. His jaw drops to the floor as he realizes that he can now afford those fancy automatic cat litter machines for each of his three babies.)