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Na Jaemin you got this, just open the fucking door!
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With dread and a hint of anticipation running through his veins, Jaemin enters the room with a polite greeting and apology ready. He’s ready to pour his heart and soul into his apology just to appease an angry Mr. Lee.
Jaemin would beg on his knees if it meant Mr. Lee would forgive him for being late, even though it was technically Donghyuck’s fault. (Jaemin would probably do a lot more than begging, if needed.)
The words die off his tongue the moment Jaemin looks up and his heart drops…
…in disappointment.
Seated on the waxing bench is a male with black hair, high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and a boyish yet mature face. He’s maybe a few years older than Jaemin, but definitely younger than his current clients. He’s handsome, but not as handsome as Mr. Lee.
“Oh hi! Good morning! My name is Lee Minhyung, what’s your name? Are you Donghyuck? My appa recommended that I come to this place! He loves coming here and he told me to request you, because you’re the best waxer here! This is my first time ever getting a wax, so I wasn’t sure if I should get changed or wait for you!"
Jaemin continues to stare in silence, clearly confused and baffled.
Just how many Mr. Lees are there?!
"You know, you don't remind me a cute teddy bear like my appa described, you look more like a bunny. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Jaemin has dealt a wide array of clients, and he is quick to sort this Mr. Lee into the group of professional yappers. Jaemin is grateful since he doesn’t have to say much and just let the other do all the talking. This type of client would be a perfect regular for Donghyuck, who could easily out talk Minhyung.
I’m never covering Donghyuck’s clients again…
Minhyung keeps rambling as Jaemin continues to stare at him in silence, “…since you’re finally here, I’ll just start taking off my clothes so you can start waxing. Is that okay with you?”
Jaemin is so distracted by his thoughts that he has no idea what Minhyung has been saying since he stepped in.
Minhyung finally looks at Jaemin’s name tag that is hanging on his pink cardigan.
“Oh, sorry you’re not Donghyuck, You’re Jaemin?”
For the first time since Jaemin entered the room, Minhyung stops blabbering. The profound silence rather than the call of his name is what shakes Jaemin out of his trance.
He plasters on his best customer service face.
“Ah, yes nice to meet you Mr. Lee! Unfortunately, Donghyuck is out on personal business, however, I am glad to be of service today!”
He feels oddly guilty calling another male Mr. Lee.
Minhyung looks slightly dejected but quickly conceals it.
“Just Minhyung is fine! Mr. Lee makes me sound so old. Or you can call me hyung! You look young enough to be my little brother. Are you an only child like me? You give me only child vibes. I really wish I had a younger sibling, but appa couldn’t raise another child on top of me. But it’s okay, he loves me and I’m so happy he found someone else to love him!”
And just like that, Jaemin tunes him out again as he begins reheating the wax beads. Minhyung is too talkative for him and the 8 shots in his Namericano are beginning to wear off. Jaemin has more of Donghyuck’s clients to tend to afterward and he’s not sure he’ll survive the rest of the day.
“-he was really mad at me for moving away for college, but now I’m back for good! I’m so sad we’ve grown so distant these past few years, but I’m sure he’ll come around!” Minhyung laments.
“Huh? Oh yeah? That must be tough Minhyung.”
Jaemin feigns empathy and fails to recall what exactly Minhyung was venting to him about. He turns back to the side table as the other continues to spill his life story. The wax is finally heated to the perfect temperature after stirring the pot a couple times and now all Jaemin has to do is prep Minhyung’s skin. Except Minhyung keeps talking non-stop and has yet to inform Jaemin of what exactly he wants waxed.
Returning his focus to the waxing bench, Jaemin is met with a huge surprise. Minhyung’s lower half is completely nude as he lays on his back with his shirt pulled up to expose half of his stomach. Jaemin’s eyes go directly to his nether regions as he’s caught off guard by Minhyung’s physique. Though it’s nowhere close to Mr. Lee’s, Minhyung’s body is still impressive. He’s toned in the right places but lacks muscle.
What the fuck! Minhyung? More like Min-HUNG!
And although Minhyung’s cock is flaccid, it is not even close to Mr. Lee’s.
Jaemin shakes his head and tries to snap out of it. He won't let Mr. Lee get in the way of his work.
“Ok Minhyung, are we doing a Brazilian wax today?”
“Yep! Did I mention it’s my first time getting a wax? I usually trim it myself, but I’m seeing someone special soon and I just want to be prepared for anything! He’s practically be the love of my life!”
Cute, now where have I heard that before?
“Aw, that’s really nice Minhyung. Since it’s your first time, I’ll be gentle with you.”
Minhyung nods his head eagerly, resembling a puppy eagerly awaiting a treat.
“Now, I’m going to cleanse the skin to remove any dirt or oil okay? This might feel a little cold, so just bare with me for a second.”
Jaemin’s mind automatically goes into work-mode as Minhyung is just one of many clients that he needs to service today.
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“Ouch!”
Fuck this shit.
With each pull and tug, Jaemin becomes less patient and less gentle.
“Minhyung, please stop moving!!”
Jaemin has had enough. He’s been waxing him for the past 30 minutes, yet he’s barely made any progress. Minhyung keeps squirming on the waxing bench, unable to tolerate the heat of the wax or the ripping of his hairs from his follicles.
Embarrassingly, Minhyung has to beg Jaemin to stop every five seconds. His screams are off putting to Jaemin and sound close to a dying bird. And when Minhyung isn’t moaning for Jaemin to stop, he’s yapping about his date and life story.
Jaemin now knows that Minhyung was born and raised in Korea by a single father, but moved overseas at a very young age since his father remarried. His parents eventually moved back to Korea while he stayed to finish college. It turns out that Minhyung has a date tomorrow and plans to take him out by visiting a museum and having a nice dinner. Jaemin wasn’t really paying attention to Minhyung’s backstory on how he met his date (he was just jealous that no one is taking his single ass on a date) and thinks his idea of a first date is a little bland.
“Please, can we just take a- OW!”
Haha nope. We are not taking another break!
Jaemin rips another strip of wax with Minhyung’s pleas falling deaf on his ears. He refuses to fall behind schedule just because a man can’t handle a little bit of pain.
“Oops, sorry Minhyung!” Jaemin says cheekily, “We’re almost half way done!”
Jaemin taps Minhyung’s hips and nudges him to turn over.
“T-the back?! Do we have to??” Minhyung’s voice cracks.
Jaemin holds back another grimace. He needs to maintain professionalism, especially in front of Donghyuck’s client.
“Yep! But don’t worry, the back isn’t as painful as the front.”
Reluctantly, Minhyung rolls over and the agonizing process repeats.
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About thirty minutes later, Jaemin finally pulls the last strip of wax. He covers up the freshly waxed area with a clean towel and lets Minhyung cool down on the bench while he cleans up and gets the room ready for the next client and esthetician.
“Alright Minhyung, now that wasn’t too bad was it?”
“Ugh, please don’t say anything right now, I need some peace and quiet.”
Jaemin stops himself from scoffing.
The nerve of this man! After yapping non stop and moaning for the past hour, now he wants peace and quiet?!
“Of course. But first let me go over some aftercare since it was your first waxing session. You may feel a bit of soreness and discomfort, which is totally normal for a first timer! Be sure to exfoliate after a couple days to prevent any ingrown hairs. And most importantly, no sex or any vigorous activity for the next 24 hours!”
“What?!?!” Minhyung sits up frantically, brows shooting up to his forehead.
“What do you mean no sex for the next 24 hours! What about my date? I've waited all year to see him!"
Jaemin is in disbelief. As if his annoyance could get any worse.
He is such a sleaze! Who even fucks on the first date?
“I’m sorry Minhyung! But trust me, you really shouldn’t because it's your first time!”
Minhyung wails and Jaemin starts to feel bad for him. It’s not his fault he didn’t know since it was his first time getting waxed.
Jaemin puts a hand on his shoulder for comfort, “Don’t worry Minhyung, you could always take your date out for karaoke or something! There’s plenty of other things to do that don't involve a bunch of movement!”
“Yeah you’re right… I was thinking with my dick instead of my head. Ugh, it’s just that he’s so perfect and this long distance is killing me!”
Jaemin's motherly instincts start to come out.
"Minhyung, nobody is perfect."
Haha, except for Mr. Lee.
“And, I’m sure he'll understand! A good relationship is built upon communication, honesty, and trust! If he's going to be upset over something so trivial, he's not worth it!"
"You're totally right Jaemin. You sound like you speak from experience."
Jaemin doesn't hold back a snort this time.
The truth is, Jaemin is projecting. The qualities that he wants in a relationship are the very attributes that he lacks. He has never been in a serious relationship because he's terrible at communicating his expectations and addressing his problems. He'd rather bottle everything up than upset his partner, or sweep things under the rug and pretend like the issues don't exist. He blames it on his self-loathing and his submissive tendencies.
He's had a couple flings here and there, but none of them ever lasted long. Sure, he's had great connections with his past partners, but they could never scratch the itch that Jaemin has. Simply put, he's never been sexually compatible with anyone to the point that he could be considered celibate. Jaemin wishes he could be honest and not feel ashamed for his preferences. He like being manhandled and roughened up. He likes being a brat and being put back in his place. His partners were the opposite of everything he secretly wanted. Again, the lack of honesty and communication is probably why Jaemin has never been able to find the one.
And lastly, trust. Jaemin thought he had found someone who could finally satisfy his needs. Jaemin never had an official relationship with him, though they met regularly. At first the rough sex was enjoyable, until Jaemin's boundaries kept being repeatedly crossed. And in true Jaemin fashion, he did not communicate his boundaries. Jaemin no longer felt safe, nor could he trust his ex fuck buddy. Luckily, Donghyuck intervened before Jaemin could turn into his personal punching bag. After that, the two moved to a different city and enrolled in esthetician school together, trying to turn their lives around.
"Who me? Experience? Are you serious?"
Minhyung gives him a deadpanned look.
"Yes you! Who else is in the room with us?"
"I guess you'll have to find out at your next session!" Jaemin jokes, trying to push back unpleasant memories.
"For real? Come on, I need some real advice!"
"Don't sweat it, Minhyung, just be yourself and everything will fall into place. I have another client soon, so feel free to take a moment to relax and get dressed. You can pay outside at the front desk. If you need anything, take my business card and send me a message!”
“Aw man, thanks dude, you’re a great listener. I guess that means I'll find out next time?”
Jaemin cringes at the nickname, but at least Minhyung is back to his cheery self. Jaemin could definitely use some of his optimism.
“Of course, Minhyung. Be sure to come back in four to six weeks for another waxing session! Take care now, and have fun on your date!”
With that, Jaemin slips out of the room and into the hallway. He walks down the hall and past the other rooms while heading towards the break room. But before he can reach for his phone in his back pocket to check the time, a door opens from behind and a hand grabs the back of his pink cardigan, pulling him into the room.
Jaemin is pinned up against the closed door, eyes shut from the force of his back hitting the hard surface. A voice that has been haunting Jaemin for the past few weeks suddenly echos into his ears. A deep, rich voice that Jaemin has been dying to hear again.
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t like to be kept waiting, Jaemin?”
Oh fuck.