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Chapter 5 - Eternal (Final)
It had to pass a while before Kyungsoo stopped crying. Jongin kept hugging the younger, calming him, while he bit his lower lip to suppress his own tears, even though he was already feeling more emotions than he could handle. Kyungsoo asked him what had happened and then Jongin started his long explanation of what had happened the week they had spent away from each other.

He had died.

Jongin said that in the moment in which the curse broke, he felt that he was dying from inside out; that what he wished to happen for the 700 years he had lived alone, it was finally becoming reality.

“See?” Jongin showed him his arms, with his palms down. “The chains are no longer there.”

Turning his left hand, he showed the red phrase that was wrote in his wrist, with the italic words that marked his destiny.

“Here says: ‘When you find love, you will die’,” murmured Jongin and Kyungsoo looked at him, confused.

“But you haven’t died,” whispered Kyungsoo, noting that the tears were invading his eyes again. “You’re here.”

“Of course I died, Kyungsoo,” said the older seriously and Kyungsoo shuddered while he was moving away from him.

“What do you mean with that, Jongin?” the younger bit his lower lip to avoid a sob.

“I see in your expression that you’re thinking what it’s not. Let me continue with the story, please. A part of me died, yes, but in the end, you got to save me. If I’m here, it’s because of you.”

Jongin stretched his right arm and showed his other wrist. Exactly as the phrase wrote in italics in his left wrist, this one was also marked with the color of blood. But the meaning of the words was other.

“In the left wrist it says that when I find love, I would die… But in the right wrist it says that only when the love found me, I would live. You found me, Kyungsoo. You saved my life.”

Every curse always has two faces, like a double-edged sword. There is always a way to break a curse, even if it looks irreversible at first sight. Although the witch that had condemned Jongin to an eternal life, empty and without sense would want him to keep living like that for eternity and die when he was happy… Well, even if she would have wanted that, she couldn’t avoid having the possibility of saving Jongin, in case of his feelings being reciprocated.

Something that the witch never imagined it would happen. Who would love an assassin? An eternal and evil being that devoured the others’ lives through their veins?

The witch never imagined that someone like Kyungsoo would appear in the condemned’s life. That Kyungsoo would love Jongin, or Kai, more than anything in the world. When the human almost died, trying to save the older, he showed his love in a more meaningful way than if he had said «I love you».

When Kyungsoo almost dies trying to save Jongin’s life, the heart of the latter started beating again against his ribs.

Kyungsoo lightly lifted his head to look at the taller. The tears fell from his eyes but didn’t stop the smile when Jongin held his face between his hands and kissed him softly. Just a light touch of lips that served to ease the other.

Kyungsoo relaxed in Jongin’s arm while the latter resumed the story.

The immortal part, the part thirsty for blood… That had been the condemned’s part that had died when the curse broke.

It was Kai who ceased to exist. Kai was who was dead.

Jongin told him that when he woke up, after feeling that death had ripped off a part of him, he found Kyungsoo passed out on top of him and that he despaired. Then he ran to the elderly neighbor for help. She called the ambulance and told the older that he had to go to the hospital too because he looked bad. Of course, there was no way that Jongin could go to the hospital and tried to explain her that no doctor could help him, showing his skin full of cracks to the woman.

And, luckily for him, the elderly understood what was happening.

After all, she was an old wicca.

By twist of the fate or mere coincidence, the woman smiled when she finally understood what was happening to the young boy and hid him in her own apartment. The elderly went to the hospital with Kyungsoo and came back only when the latter had come out of the operating room so she could inform to Jongin about his state.

Jongin’s neighbor told him about her participation in a group of wiccas when she was younger; a group in which she had participated for almost thirty years and that had taught her everything she knew about spells, curses and cures. She could help the young boy if he told her what exactly had happened.

Jongin told her his long story and asked her to visit Kyungsoo every day and to tell him the news because the visiting hours were in the morning and he still felt uncomfortable under the sunlight. His body was still weak and he couldn’t control his movements well yet.

Jongin, even after being free from the curse, still felt thirst for blood but the wicca helped him, forcing him to take liquid medicine that she herself prepared and, as days went by, she started to incorporate food to the alimentation of the ex-condemned.

Jongin couldn’t hold himself and cried when he introduced in his mouth real food after such a long time and perceived the taste that he had forgotten centuries ago.

The old wicca helped him to cure his wounds, principally the cracks that he had in his skin and let him stay in her home for seven days until he partially recovered and could take care of himself by his own. Jongin had come back to his apartment that exact afternoon and had slept in the closet, because of the most stupid reasons possible, until he woke up with Kyungsoo’s cries.

“I was going to tell you in a few days…” said Jongin with a smile. “But you escaped and you found me first.”

“I had had enough in that hospital…” murmured Kyungsoo with a pout.

Jongin gently pulled the younger away and looked at him seriously.

“I think I need to tell you something more that it’s happening to me…” Kyungsoo opened his eyes, expecting the worst. Why they couldn’t be happy even for a moment?

“What? What is happening to you, Jongin?” he asked suspiciously, fearing the answer.

Jongin slightly turned his head and started stirring his hair. Kyungsoo blinked confused, not understanding what the other wanted to show him.

“Do you see?” asked Jongin with a grin; but Kyungsoo didn’t know what he had to be seeing.

“Do I see what?”

“Here! Just look! I’m growing a grey hair; I just noticed a few days ago. It’s very small but it looks good, right?”

Kyungsoo’s confused expression turned into a mix of relief and fury and he started to hit the taller again, shouting at him.

“You idiot! Do you want me to have a heart attack!? Here I am expecting a horrible new and you just come and talk to me about… Grey hair!?” Kyungsoo was still hitting Jongin when the latter held his wrists carefully, afraid of hurting him.

“That never happened when I was immortal, Kyungsoo… I think I’m aging,” murmured Jongin with a smile. “I think I’m human again.”

And then Kyungsoo realized. The curse had taken the taller’s eternity, it had killed Kai and let Jongin live.

Jongin had become human again.

Kyungsoo started crying again and the older despaired.

“What happens? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” Jongin held the shorter’s face, trying to calm him down with his voice.

“No, Jongin. You haven’t hurt me,” replied Kyungsoo between chuckles and cries. “It’s just that I’m so happy…”

“You don’t cry when you’re happy, idiot!” said the older between chuckles and kissed Kyungsoo.

Jongin kissed the younger soundly and requested entrance with his tongue. He felt so much need for that small figure that was in front of him that he could wrap him with an arm and never ever let him go. The warm skin of Kyungsoo’s face met with Jongin’s.

“You’re warm…” mumbled Kyungsoo between the other’s lips, opening his eyes slightly. “Your skin is hot.”

“I know,” replied Jongin with a smile, kissing him again.

While Jongin was immortal, his skin was always cold. Now he felt warm every time, especially in that moment that the younger was between his arms, kissing him.

Kyungsoo got his hands closer to Jongin’s chest and held his shirt while their tongues caressed each other softly during the slow kiss. They remained like that for a while until their lungs felt without air.

“What are we doing to do now?” asked Kyungsoo against the other’s lips, with heavy breaths.

Jongin smirked and pulled slightly away to look intently at the younger’s eyes.

“Well, first I was thinking in take advantage of the fact that we’re in my room to abuse of you until you beg me to stop…” Kyungsoo threw a loud laugh because, in the end, Jongin was still a sadistic pervert and sodomite. “Then I was thinking that we should move in together because now that I’m human I need food and you will have to cook for me every day.”

Kyungsoo arched his brow and grinned.

“Am I going to be something like an employee or what?” Jongin laughed and shook his head.

“I prefer the term ‘sexual slave’, you know?”

Kyungsoo punched him on the arm with force and the other apologized telling him it was just a joke.

“I promise I’ll cook every day,” said Kyungsoo after accepting his apologies -and a lot of kisses-. “No blood for you, then?”

“No,” replied Jongin with a gesture of rejection. “I think that if I see blood in front of me again, I’ll puke.”

“For real you’d puke? Is that a promise?” Kyungsoo smiled, showing him the bandage that he had on his wrist. “Because I can open the stitches of my wr-”

“Don’t be an idiot!” shouted Jongin while hugging and kissing the younger again.

The kiss was urgent now and their hands ran all over each other’s bodies, as if they wanted to discover each other all over again. As if they wanted to make sure that it was all real, that they were together again.

Jongin forced the younger to lie down over the mattress and got on top of him without stopping the kiss.

“You’re aware that you’re wearing pajamas, right?” asked Jongin laughing, after pulling away from Kyungsoo’s lips.

“It’s not like I had so many options to choose from before escaping, you know?” replied Kyungsoo with a pout. Jongin chuckled, linking their lips once again.

Jongin unceremoniously invaded Kyungsoo’s mouth with his tongue, causing clicks because of the saliva involved. His hands descended through the younger’s thorax to the waistband of his pajamas. Jongin smiled between kisses and slid his hand into the clothes to suddenly break the kiss, surprised.

“You’re not wearing underwear…” he said with a half-smile, moving his hand over Kyungsoo’s privacy, caressing it.

“I know; you don’t have to warn me…” the younger moaned, feeling the other’s palm wrapping around his cock. “There was no underwear in the closet of the hospital’s room so I left without it.”

Jongin looked intently at the other’s eyes and smirked.

“Perfect, this way we skip a step,” Jongin half-smiled when Kyungsoo moaned.

He started massaging the younger’s aroused member while with his other hand tried to pull the top of his pajamas, revealing his pale body. Kyungsoo moaned lowly and felt his body shuddering each time Jongin left a hickey or a slight nibble on his abdomen.

“I’ve missed you so much…” mumbled Jongin against the shorter’s skin.

Kyungsoo felt his cheeks blushing and once again, realized that tears formed in his eyes. Jongin had no idea of how much he had missed him himself. The only thing Kyungsoo could think about at that moment was that he wanted to spend all the moments of his life, good or bad, beside Jongin.

“Are you crying again?” asked Jongin worried, removing his hand from under Kyungsoo’s pants and crawling up on the bed until their faces were at the same level.

“I’ve missed you, too. A lot,” said Kyungsoo while he wiped the tears that insisted on accumulating in his eyes. Jongin hugged the younger, sinking his face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t cry anymore, please,” Jongin left tender kisses on Kyungsoo’s neck and felt the latter nod lightly.

When the older pulled away, he looked intently at the eyes of the one that had been his victim once. How could have he have ever thought of killing someone so perfect like Kyungsoo? Jongin kissed again those foreign plump lips while his hands descended through the warm back of the younger.

The older pressed soft kisses through Kyungsoo’s entire thorax while sliding his hands to his sides. Jongin could feel the heart of the younger beat fast inside of his chest and smiled at this.

“Why is your heart beating like that?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

“Because I’m with you, isn’t it obvious?” asked Kyungsoo and Jongin got closer to him to kiss him on the neck. “I’m happy, anxious and…”

“Excited,” whispered the older against his ear and Kyungsoo let out a moan when Jongin sucked on his earlobe.

Their lips met once again in an intense, desperate kiss in which tongues were sucked and lips nibbled without mercy.

Kyungsoo’s pants were bothering Jongin and the latter didn’t hold back; he slid his hands to the younger’s hips and took his pants off just after. The older knelt and stripped off all of his clothes, throwing it out of the bed, in any corner of the room.

It was cold outside but inside of the room, the two young men felt so hot.

Jongin threw a last glance at the younger laying before his hands reached the erection he had in front of him to massage it with eagerness. Kyungsoo let out the air between his lips with force, in a deep sigh and moaned lowly. When Jongin’s mouth enveloped his cock, a loud groan was heard in the small room.

The younger moaned at the feeling of Jongin’s tongue wrapping the tip of his cock and making circular movements. Kyungsoo put his hands on his face and kept them linked in front of his eyes, blinding himself. The sensation of being inside of Jongin’s mouth was so pleasant that he thought that if he looked at the scene, he would end up cumming prematurely.

“Look at me, Kyungsoo,” Kyungsoo heard him murmur against his member, feeling the warm breath against his wet skin.

Kyungsoo pulled his hands away slowly and looked down. Jongin smiled and opened his mouth, devouring his erection almost completely. The younger moaned loudly and started grinning while biting his lower lip.

He didn’t remember that Jongin’s mouth was so exquisite.

Kyungsoo leaned on his elbows to have a better view of what was going on below his hips and, as expected, the scene caused him shudders. He felt his cheeks burning and his muscles shook while he observed Jongin sucking his cock slowly.

The older used his tongue to wet all of the younger’s length, feeling his veins throbbing in his mouth. Jongin didn’t break his gaze with the younger’s not even for a second, even though looking the face of pleasure and excitement of Kyungsoo left his own member in pain for the expectation of what it was about to come.

Kyungsoo didn’t know what was happening to him but when Jongin parted his lips a little more around his member and began to lick it with malice, Kyungsoo was forced to thrust, forcing the entrance of his erection into the older’s mouth, going deeper and deeper.

Jongin wasn’t expecting that reaction but decided to follow his game and bobbed his head, following Kyungsoo’s thrusts. When the younger started moaning louder under his body, Jongin understood that he was near to his orgasm.

“Jo… Jongin-ah!” moaned Kyungsoo, pulling of his hair.

The older felt the other’s cum invading his mouth after a few movements more. All of Kyungsoo’s body was trembling and moaned lowly, trying to control his agitated breath. Jongin didn’t swallow the other’s liquid and, opening his mouth, let out Kyungsoo’s semen in his own hand.

The taller delicately slid the younger’s legs over his shoulders, which gave him a better view of his cock. Kyungsoo blushed and Jongin, once again, thought that that gesture was adorable.

“If you want we can leave it here for today…” said Jongin, trying to ignore the throbbing of his own penis, just below.

“N…no!” moaned Kyungsoo, opening his eyes. “I want to continue…!”

It was then when the younger realized.

“You have scars on your skin…” whispered Kyungsoo, trying to reach Jongin’s arms with his fingers. The biggest scar was on his neck and it was prolonged down to his shoulder.

“When the curse broke, my skin cracked and no… I couldn’t do anything. I was left with these scars…”

“Come here,” moaned Kyungsoo and Jongin obeyed. He removed the younger’s legs from his shoulders, leaning a little over the body under him as Kyungsoo sat up awkwardly, using his hands as support.

The taller felt his skin burning with the caresses of the other. Kyungsoo spread small kisses through all of the deepest scars on Jongin’s arms and neck. Finally, the younger kissed him slowly on the lips while caressing his face.

“You’re still perfect for me…” he said seriously, trying to show him that it didn’t matter how many scars he had on his body, he still was what he always had wanted.

Jongin was everything for Kyungsoo.

The older smiled broadly and kissed Kyungsoo again slowly, sucking the plump lips he so much loved, savoring his sweet taste and hearing the small clicks provoked for the shared saliva. To his ears, everything seemed music, everything was perfect.

After pulling away, Kyungsoo laid down again while Jongin knelt between the younger’s legs, before placing them over his shoulders again.

Jongin smiled and gave him a kiss on the knee before bringing his fingers, wet for the younger’s semen, to his target. When his fingertips grasped Kyungsoo’s entrance, the latter sighed and Jongin looked at him.

Kyungsoo was smiling.

Jongin felt that his heart was about to explode. He loved way too much that small creature that he had in front of him. He wanted to possess him in the most intense way possible every night, he wanted to spend his days laughing of his expressions and he wanted to hug him until the world’s end.

“I love you. I love you as I’ve never loved anything nor anyone ever,” said Jongin with sincerity and Kyungsoo stopped smiling for a moment, to show again his teeth in a weak smile.

“I love you even more,” said Kyungsoo; Jongin leaned over the younger’s body, making his knees touch his own chest.

The older kissed Kyungsoo’s full lips with lust while slipping two fingers at once inside of him. The younger arched his back, moaning, and Jongin moved away a little to go back to his original position, yet with Kyungsoo’s legs over his shoulders. His fingers moved slowly inside of the other, waiting for him to get accustomed to the invasion.

“Jongin-ah!” moaned Kyungsoo, biting his bottom lip. “Faster…”

The older lifted a brow and smirked before thrusting his fingers inside of the younger faster and deeper. Kyungsoo moaned lowly and thrust his hips lightly against Jongin’s fingers, trying to deepen even more the depth of the penetration and his toes and fingers curled involuntarily because of the pleasure he was feeling.

When Jongin removed his fingers from inside, Kyungsoo looked at him desolated but moaned loudly again when he felt his insides were invaded with something much better than fingers. The older grinned when he saw the other gasping under his body. Kyungsoo’s insides were hot and contracted around Jongin’s throbbing member.

The movements began being soft, slow and shallow because Jongin didn’t want to end up hurting Kyungsoo because of the eagerness he felt. But a few minutes later, Kyungsoo groaned under him, irritated.

“Faster, Jong…” Kyungsoo couldn’t finish the sentence for the taller to move with more velocity over him.

Jongin leaned in over the younger’s body again to penetrate him easier. Their faces were inches apart and Jongin smiled when he saw that Kyungsoo was ecstatic of pleasure. The younger’s hands found Jongin’s locks and pulled of them to draw him into a fast kiss.

The thrusts were fast and deep and Kyungsoo moaned, sliding his hands to Jongin’s nape, sinking his nails on his skin to pull him in and kiss him once again. Their tongues met and Kyungsoo felt like melting with all the heat their bodies irradiated. His cock, erect again, was being crushed between the both of them and with the movements they made the pain of the friction bordered over the torture.

“I’m going to cum again…” said Kyungsoo against Jongin’s lips, making the latter smirk.

“Cum for me, Kyungsoo,” said the older deviously, biting with force Kyungsoo’s lower lip.

The sounds produced by the movements of their bodies and the thrusts resounded in the room and mixed with Kyungsoo’s loud and long moans and Jongin’s grunts and heavy breathing. The younger came first in the small space that separated their bodies, his eyes turning white when Jongin hit his sensitive spot in his insides. Jongin kept penetrating the younger deeply until he came and filled the younger with his cum.

They kissed again urgently while Jongin kept moving slowly, wishing that moment never ended. When they were forced to pull away because of lack of air, Jongin hugged Kyungsoo in a possessive way and stood in silence for a good while, trying to regularize their breathing.

When the older felt that the younger breathed with difficulty, more like because of the weight of his body than because of tiredness, Jongin moved away and rolled off him with calm to lie against the mattress, beside his lover.

Jongin looked at the ceiling with a grin and turned to his side and then started laughing when he saw that Kyungsoo was gaping at him, as if he were admiring him.

“You’re so handsome, Jongin…” began Kyungsoo before closing his mouth, a little embarrassed, and turning his body completely to him.

“And you’re perfect, Kyungsoo,” said Jongin, pulling of him to hug him.

The two cuddled in each other’s arms and remained in silence, seizing the moment they were living and wishing that that never reached its end.

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Jongin’s life’s clock started running again.

After almost seven hundred years stuck in time with the age of twenty two, the clock started moving again. Slowly, the hours passed and the young man’s body returned to getting used to being human again. The desires, the cravings, the problems… Everything returned step by step, and every human manifestation of the older was a joy, a reason to smile.

Jongin, like Kyungsoo, gradually aged with each passing second.

The both of them decided to celebrate Jongin’s birthday along with Kyungsoo’s since the taller didn’t remember the exact date in which he was born. During the first birthday they shared together, after eating the cake and feeling its delicious taste, after hearing “congratulations” from the lips of his lover before kissing him tenderly, after hearing him whisper against his ear the wish that in the next years -and with “next” he meant until death- they were together on that date and every day, Jongin wept with happiness.

He, more than ever, felt human again.

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The two moved to Kyungsoo’s apartment.

They had concluded that in a lot of people had died at Kai’s hands in Jongin’s apartment and that they needed a new place to start a new life. “The Vampire of Seoul” was definitely away from the lights of society since they had arrested and condemned a man who had incriminated himself the murders.

When leaving the old apartment, Kyungsoo thanked Jongin’s neighbor a million times for taking care of him in his absence and invited her to eat at their new home whenever she wanted. The old wicca wished them good luck before the two of them got out of the building for the last time.

The younger was so happy that he even forgot to scold her for having lied to him when she said she didn’t remember seeing Jongin in the apartment when she called the ambulance.

The truth was that the happiness of the two was palpable.

In the new apartment, Kyungsoo was really forced to cook for Jongin every day, but he didn’t care. In fact, he loved cooking to him while the latter observed him with attention. Sometimes the brunette had even tried to help him but his tries always ended up being a failure and the food always burned one way or the other. At the end, Kyungsoo ended up laughing and Jongin complaining.

The period of mandatory practices of Kyungsoo had finished and the young man had been hired for the hospital to work full-time. Jongin still held him between his legs every morning, begging him to stay on the bed a little more. To Kyungsoo it was adorable how cuddly Jongin was in the mornings but was forced to remind him that he had to work too.

Getting documents for Jongin was the hardest part of his new life, but after some weeks the older could finally be considered a Korean citizen. Jongin got a job in a restaurant as a waiter and the younger always bit his lower lip when he saw Jongin in his uniform: slacks, white button down with a black vest on top of it and a necktie to complement his outfit.

The truth was that Jongin took advantage that he was a waiter to pick -with the chef’s permission- from all of the dishes prepared in the kitchen in which he worked at, experiencing new flavors and rediscovering others that he now didn’t even remember. Jongin was, practically, becoming an addict to food.

In the end, the food tasted so much better than the blood.

“You’re the best thing that has happened in my life and you know that I’m saying it seriously,” murmured Jongin with a weak smile against Kyungsoo’s neck while they were lying on the bed in a Sunday evening.

Kyungsoo moved away and looked at him at the eyes.

“I’m glad of having lost that last train and that you had picked me as a victim,” said the younger, shuddering at the only thought in what could have happened if he hadn’t lost the train that would take him to home the night he met Kai. “Thank you, Jongin. Thank you for existing and for saving me from the loneliness.”

In fact, the both of them had saved each other in different ways and Jongin knew that without Kyungsoo he would be, in that exact moment, killing someone in some dark corner, wondering how many eras would he had to face alone until he finally died.

The most pure truth was that Kyungsoo had saved Jongin from the curse, the loneliness and from him himself.

“Thank you, Kyungsoo. For everything… But mostly for loving me,” said Jongin with sincerity, smiling, before pulling of the younger and give him a passionate kiss, like the thousand they had already shared.

A few more chuckles were heard outside the small room while they whispered love vows and voiced mischievous words to each other. The sound of the snickers gave way to the sound of the kisses and the long moans that resounded for a good while through the rooms of the apartment.

In the end, Jongin hadn’t changed at all.

They were lying side to side when they fell asleep on the double-bed they shared, with their breathings mixed because of the proximity of their bodies and the mutual heat warming them up in a night with agreeable weather. When they entered the dream world, the two lovers were holding hands.

What Jongin and Kyungsoo had lived, the bad and good moments that had gone through together… Everything was saved in the memories that they would keep with affection. The future was uncertain, but the two of them whished that it was the best possible.

And, of course, the unconditional love that they felt for each other… Well, that feeling would be eternal.

Eternal while it lasted.

Eternal
forever.

And this was the story of the immortal that was saved for a human.
Loving was his perdition;
being loved was his salvation.

F I N

an: thank you so much for reading this story arely (bebaektome), nicole (sehunffchen) and i (lay-me-kris) translated for you.
thanks to the authors for letting us doing this work, it was a fun thing to do!
also thanks to deernicorn and her team for making the spanish translation.
gracias, caris! you really saved my butt by revising this.
and lastly, thank you jacky (yue-kissys) for giving me this amazing story;
i love you all.