pomegranate red ❧ n.jm | the golden fruit duology (2/2) ✔

03

Laid in Jaemin's arms one night, feeling full, warm, and content, you couldn't think of anywhere else you wanted to be in that moment. Dinner had been exceptionally delicious that night, and when you got back to your apartment you wanted nothing but to curl up with him on your couch, which he easily indulged you in. He picked a couple books off your shelf, plopped down onto your couch, and pulled you down on top of him. You nearly melted when he tucked you under his chin, and had been in a hazy state of half-consciousness since. Your eyes would occasionally flutter open or shut as you listened to his heartbeat under your ear, the sound of his fingers running along the pages as he turned them, and felt his chest rise and fall with his breaths. His arms were wrapped around you enough to read the book behind your head—The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, you'd caught a glimpse of the cover. You knew when he'd found a passage that he was exceptionally taken with or wanted to ponder, because one of his hands—the right one, specifically—would fall to the small of your back just under the hem of your shirt, his middle finger drawing mindless circles along your skin until he was ready to move on.

This particular part seemed to be stumping him, though, as his fingers ruminated on your back for much longer than they had before. Before you could comment on this, you let out an embarrassing noise at the sudden feeling of his cool fingertips working their way up your spine then along your shoulder blades, caressing your skin and pressing on your body playfully.

"Jaemin!" You coughed to cover up the squeak in your voice. "What are you doing?"

"Just checking for wings, I know they've got to be around here somewhere," his words hummed against you as you continued to wriggle away from the ticklish feeling.

His book had apparently been set aside at some point, as you felt both his hands on you. When you'd finally managed to twist yourself onto your back, albeit still on top of him, he gave up his ministrations.

You couldn't help the tiny bursts of laughter that continued to bubble up out of you at the pure cheesiness, "After thousands of years, you still can't get better lines than that?"

You grabbed his hand, holding your linked hands to your chest, a fond smile on your lips as you looked down at his fingers between yours. He kept you tucked under his chin, wrapping his left arm around your waist as you had already claimed his right.

"Why would I want to when they make you giggle like that?" He then splayed his right palm over your chest, and you could feel your heartbeat thrum up against it as if your heart were trying to leap into his waiting hand, "And make your heart race like this?"

Another few moments passed by of the two of you quietly listening to your heartbeat before you spoke up again; softly, absentmindedly, the words leaving your mouth as soon as you thought them, "Sometimes I feel more like Icarus with you, actually."

"How do you mean?"

"I swear sometimes it feels like it's just too good to be true, like I'm too happy and if I'm not careful it'll all melt away and I'll fall into the ocean."

"You do remember the other part, right? Icarus was warned that if he flew too low, the seawater would weigh down his wings."

"...You're right."

"Of course I am," he said, and you could hear the smug smile in his voice, annoyed that it actually kind of made you feel better. The fact that your Hades was so confident about something, it made you want to believe in it too. His right hand moved from your chest so that two of those fingers could lift your chin. Once you were looking up at him, he continued, "Besides, you don't have beeswax wings anyway, you have angel wings, remember?"

You let out something between a scoff and a chuckle, both in disbelief that he was still on about that, and also absolutely smitten with him as usual.

Knowing that he didn't have you convinced or cheered up enough for his liking, Jaemin's other hand snaked to the space in between his chest and your back, fingers playing at the bones of your shoulder blades once more. "Aha! I've finally found them, Y/N, they're right here! I told you you've got angel wings!"