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

13

Your apartment was quiet and dark when you got home. Jaemin hadn't arrived yet. Pushing down your disappointment, you changed into pajamas before going to your kitchen to browse for something to make for dinner. If Jaemin wasn't here yet, then he probably wasn't planning on whisking you to the Underworld tonight. Fine by you, that made getting to work in the morning easier. The first night you'd spent with him in Hades had been the perfect start to your romance and you definitely didn't regret it, but the next morning was something straight out of a rom-com.

It was difficult for your phone alarm to go off on time when time zones didn't really exist in the literal Underworld. So you ran into work exactly on time with unwashed hair, followed around the office all morning by nosy comments from Jeno and Yangyang about that and the blouse that you were tucking into your dress pants as you were stepping off the elevator— which Jaemin had to magically poof you into, having no time to take public transport. Oh and the embarrassingly obvious love bites on your neck that you couldn't cover up in your haste to get ready; a combination of no time to apply makeup, and carelessly choosing a top whose neckline was cut lower than the marks.

The memory made you shake your head fondly now, months later, as you opened your fridge doors. You'd barely done so when a familiar cool breath blew over the back of your neck and shell of your ear.

"Jaemin!" You exclaimed, immediately closing the fridge again then whipping around to face the god. He had a mischievous smirk already playing on his lips. "It's been a while since you've snuck up on me like that. You must be in a good mood."

"Yes, I am," he confirmed.

You cocked your head to the side, "And why is that?"

"Because..." he took a step forward, and you instinctually took one back, quickly pinned against one of the doors. His hips pressed against yours, holding you there as his lips found yours, then your jaw, then your throat. You hummed as he continued pressing kisses along your skin, looping your arms around his neck, your search for food entirely forgotten. His hands on your waist only drew you even closer—if that was possible—fingertips brushing under the hem of your t-shirt and leaving goosebumps along your skin.

Your Hades finally detached his mouth from where he'd been sucking and nipping a mark on your collarbone, "I'm going to take you somewhere."

"Huh?" You couldn't help the stupefied noise that came from you.

He was standing up straight again, so close that your noses were almost touching, and you saw yourself reflected in his deep, dark irises. You looked ravished, your own pupils blown wide, mouth parted to let the deep breaths from your heaving chest out, the collar of your shirt askew to allow Jaemin access to more of your skin.

"I'm in a good mood because we're going somewhere. Go get changed."

You tipped your head back as you let out a groan, shaking yourself back to reality, "Why are you literally the worst?"

He chuckled as he stepped back, allowing you to push off the appliance, "Because I can be. Now go get changed. Doesn't have to be too nice, just better than your jammies."

With a final roll of your eyes, you left the kitchen to do as he requested. You reemerged in the living room in casual going-out clothes, "This good enough?"

"Perfect," Jaemin offered you his hand, which you took without hesitation.

He gently spun you around, and a giggle tumbled from your mouth as you were spun right into his arms, your back to his chest. You closed your eyes on instinct as he swayed the two of you to a non-existent melody, and you drank in the sultry notes of cedar, cinnamon, and blood orange that surrounded you. His hair tickled your cheek as he started peppering light ghosts of kisses to your skin.