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"... Well ."
It's not often Jungkook is left with his hanging out.
Well.
Not like it is now anyways.
Which is: completely , sitting up on the beauty bed after his usual waxer had just run out on account of a personal emergency, and sitting there with hot wax slowly cooling on his junk.
With nobody to take it off.
"!" Jungkook swears again, hitting the wall with the palm of his hand(ow) because there's no way to wash this stuff off and he's not going to do it himself! What is he, crazy!? No no, Jungkook isn't self-inflicting that kind of pain on himself. He needed somebody else to do it. Except there was nobody else!
Jungkook peeled himself off of the bed, grimacing as the leather tugged painfully at his waxed-raw skin and gingerly stepped onto the floor, arms raised as if he were in danger of getting into an even worse predicament(he'll leave that one to the imagination and not think about it too much) and legs awkwardly kept apart to keep anything from sticking where it shouldn't. Carefully, Jungkook made his way over to the sauna door and peeked his head out, keeping his body carefully hidden; his expression tense as he looked back and forth in the hallway. Empty. Of course.
He drew himself back into the room and rested his forehead against the door, eyes shutting as he counted wordlessly. On the second round of numbers, he heard footsteps, eyes flying open as he mentally cheered and peeked around the door. The relief he felt-