Apocalypse ✦ Nomin

45

Jeno slowly awakens to the faint smell of eggs and bacon. He groggily opens his eyes, wincing at the bright light that seeps into the room through the glass that replaces the entirety of the walls across from him and to his left. He lets out a small groan and lugs himself out of bed. He first takes note that he is feeling much less weak than before, but incredibly famished. He then realizes that he is in the same clothes as the night before. He sighs and determines that he can shower once he checks in on Jaemin.

Jeno walks around the bed and towards the door, opening it to reveal a vast, open living room area that connects with the kitchen on the other end. The floor is made up of pale wood, but a large, circular, navy blue rug is set in the middle of the living room. A curved, grey coloured couch is set along part of the outer edge of the rug with a similarly coloured chair to its left and a small, round, black table sits in the middle. Across from the couch is a flatscreen tv which is set against the wall.

Just beyond that—though a little off to the side—is a full table set. The table is in an oval shape and is midnight black. The chairs are of the same shade with an upholstered appearance and rounded backings. An odd-looking silver sculpture that looks something like a cone with missing pieces in the shape of cubes is set in the middle of the table as some sort of decoration, though Jeno finds it ugly and hardly a piece of art that was necessary to add.

Jeno closes the bedroom door behind him with a soft click, surprisingly quiet enough to not alert Jaemin of his presence.

The man stands on the other side of an island with a dark grey marble countertop, located just beyond the living room area. His back is turned so that he's facing the wall where the stove is. He seems completely unaware that Jeno was out of the bedroom. Jeno takes note that he appears to be wearing satin pajamas in a deep red shade. Jeno raises a brow as he wonders where he managed to get them from.

Jeno slowly shuffles across the room, rubbing his eyes one at a time as he moves so that he doesn't bump into anything. He reaches the island and hops up onto one of the tall stools. He sits quietly and watches Jaemin takes the hot pan and rushes it over to a small plate he has set on the counter beside him. He pushes the eggs onto it and quickly sets the pan back down on the stove. He begins humming happily as he pulls open a drawer and sticks his hand inside. After a minute of metal clanking around, Jaemin pulls out a fork and slams it shut using his hip. He picks up the plate and spins around. He inhales sharply as he jolts at the sight of Jeno. He nearly drops his plate, but somehow manages to keep it in his hands.

"Fuck!" he screeches, "Jeno?"

A small smile slowly forms at the corners of Jeno's mouth.

"Good morning," he hums before it slowly sinks in what had last happened when he was conscious, "How are you holding up?"

"I-I'm fine, but Jeno...you were unconscious for-for three days..." Jaemin says as he grips the plate tightly with both hands.

"What?" Jeno responds quietly as he tries to wrap his head around the idea of him having been asleep for three whole days.

"Yeah...you passed out, and I...well I tried to heal you, but I could only do so much. I could tell you were alive, but...there was nothing I could do...so I left you to rest, hoping you'd eventually wake up," Jaemin admits.

"Shit..." Jeno murmurs, "No one has tried coming for us?"

"No one," Jaemin confirms as he slowly approaches the island, "It's just been us here."

Jeno blinks slowly as he tries to think.

"That's good. That means we're cloaked. No one can find us," Jeno mumbles, "We're...we're safe...we're alone and safe..."

A beaming grin gradually forms on Jeno's face as his eyes light up.

"We're alone, and we're safe," Jeno chimes happily  in moderate disbelief, "We did it."

"You did it," Jaemin corrects him, "I'm still upset that you put your health and safety at risk for this, but...you did it."

Jaemin places his hand gently on top of Jeno's. Jeno pulls his hand up to his lips and kisses Jaemin's knuckles.

"How have you been holding up since we last talked?" Jeno asks as his brow furrows in deep concern.

"I mean...I've been dealing with it. I just...I have a hard time believing I was supposed to die...or that I did die? I...I don't know," Jaemin shakes his head, "I'm just...I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by the thought. But to think you were prepared to die just to get me back..."

"I'd do anything for you," Jeno remarks in a soft voice as he gazes deeply into his love's eye's.

"I know," Jaemin smiles warmly, "And I hope you know I'd do the same for you."

"I do," Jeno murmurs as his smile slowly fades, recalling the moment Jaemin pushed him out of the way to save him.

"Why do you look sad saying that?" Jaemin questions with a faint pout.

"Just...watching you die and feeling your soul ceasing to exist was one of the worst things I've ever had to endure...I never want to experience that ever again..." Jeno admits, "I know we both say we would do anything for each other...but...I just want to make sure nothing ever happens to you...To us..."

Jaemin nods slowly.

"Then I guess we'll have to try not to be stupid. Won't we?" he tries to lighten Jeno's spirit a bit.

"Yeah..." he agrees.

"Why don't you go shower, and I'll make you breakfast?" Jaemin offers, "There's a walk-in closet in the bedroom that has a bunch of suits, but there's a section specifically for satin pajamas. They're really comfy."

"Yeah," Jeno agrees, "But...could you help me find it?"

Jaemin chuckles lightly under his breath.

"Yep," he nods.

"Great. And could you show me where the bathroom is?" Jeno requests as Jaemin walks around the island.

"Of course," Jaemin confirms as he passes Jeno, heading directly towards the door to the bedroom.

"And how to take a shower?" Jeno asks as he hops off the stool and hastily catches up with Jaemin.

The pink haired man turns his head towards Jeno and swats his arm with the back of his hand. Jeno laughs, and although Jaemin rolls his eyes, a faint smile rests on his face. And all Jeno could think in that moment was:

Finally.