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“This is one of your most stupid ideas! If not the stupidest of them all!”

The caramel hair colored female was infuriated and it was evident, if not by her tone than by her looks. Her eyebrows were knitted together and her lips were tugged down into a frown. She was mad with him, but he thought opposite of her. That was one of his best ideas actually, that’s why he just laughed as she took the thermometer away from him to check his temperature. He had a fever, he knew even without her deepening her frown at the numbers shown. He had a fever. He fell sick... or have been constantly falling sick for the past month or two. At least, constantly meant three times in two months, and he had never been sick before for his 2000 something years of living.

“You are sick and you just had to go ink your neck! Are you insane!?”

Oh... That’s what she meant. The numeric numbers he had acquired the day prior while she was at work. Okay, maybe he had to agree, that he was a bit foolish to do that, but starting to feel another fever rising in his body made him a bit ecstatic and foolish. So he went right into one tattoo studio and did it.

      Two thousand and sixteen. 

            2016. 

                  MMXVI.

                        The END of his immortality.

“I’m fine.” He told her in a raspy tone and gave her a small smile, reaching with his hand to cup her cheek. “I’m excellent.” And he was. He was mortal now, which meant he could go on living where he is now. Which mean he did not tangle himself with her just to break her, like he did to Amanda. Which meant he could stay here. Stay with her, with Minwoo, with his students, with his cousin, with everyone else. Which mean he finally had a place to stay.

“You have nearly 38°C fever, don’t go ‘I’m excellent’ on me.” her tone was more sorrowful than mad, and he knew she was worried. They have been together for about a year now and he had never fallen sick, even when she had been the one at his place and he took care of her. And now it was happening too often. It was not like he was not warned about it. “We’re going to the doctor tomorrow.”

“I’m going to the doctor. You go to work as usual.”

"Not without me.”

“Yejin.”

“Look what you did when I was not watching.” she said sternly, pressing her index finger close to the inked numbers on his neck. With her being a kindergarten teacher, it made the finally mortal male to feel like one of the kids she was taking care of. Well, at the moment he may be one indeed.

“The best idea of my life.” he joked and earned another mad huff from his girlfriend before she stood from the bed and informed him she will bring him some medicine for the fever. “My best decision for all of my life’s worth.” he whispered once she walked out of the room and turned on his side.

He could get used to this. To mortality. To feeling the fear of dying.

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The events that led the black haired immortal to come here may be called, by his dear dark and tall friend, stalking, but it was the only thing he could do to ease his mind. To ease the question he never got answers to (or got them scarcely), to stop his awful new habit of waking up with a glass of scotch in hand and not the usual morning tea (because his head hurt,and because he hates medications, not because his mind was going with 200km/h). But he was here. In Beijing, in the metro train, staring at his phone— More likely staring at yet another message he didn’t get an answer to.

His fingers moved swiftly over the display of his phone and he switched the message for a map of the town, adorned with a red moving dot on it. He was getting near it, but the pace with which the dot was moving caused the immortal to furrow his eyebrows. Irrational moving pattern. He stood up from his seat, still staring at his phone, and moved next to the doors, leaning on the railing that was right before the glass entrance of the metro train.

The male pocketed his phone as soon as he saw the dot get in the metro station, the same he was going to next, and instead looked up, out of the glasses. He just wanted to see she is okay, nothing more. He may not even have to get off from the train, if he has the luck of seeing her walking about. But why Beijing? he kept asking himself, not understanding what a kindergarten teacher would do here.

The train halted and Xeno managed to clear his mind. He straightened up, ready to get off, but just then he saw the female (he stalked looked for) run towards him. He didn’t move, he just stood there, observing, trying to figure out why does she look so panicked even. She then saw him, her eyes widening with all sorts of emotions. Fear, disbelieve, hurt... and something else. Something the immortal couldn’t figure in that split second he saw it. His dark eyes moved away from her, and behind her, noticing the men chasing after her and then it clicked. A small piece clicked, but it was enough to make sense.

“Come!” he hissed, loud enough for her to hear, and he saw her move forward again. She was gonna get on time if she hadn’t seen him and froze, and at the moment the male was cursing himself, because he felt like he would rip off all of the city if something happened to her. And he knew something would if she doesn’t manage to get on. The signals for closing the doors went off and instinctively the male reached with his hand, grabbing the female and pulling her to him. 

She was gonna be on time even without him pulling her, but he wanted to make sure. Wanted to know she is safe.

There was something off in the way their relationship went. There was something familiar in it too, and it left a bitter taste in the immortal’s mouth every morning as he sat in his bed with the unlit cigarette between his lips. The female that earned his affection lying on her belly behind him, with her caramel hair tousled and spread over the white pillowcase, with the cover covering mostly of her, except her shoulders. For some reason, no matter how cold the room was, she always had her hands over the cover, hugging it close to her chest. It was cute, Daehan thought the first time he saw it, and it brought a smile on his lips, but after some time went by the immortal started scowling when such thoughts came to him first thing in the morning.

A month ago she invited him to a party with her friends, he accepted of having nothing better to do, even if he knew the woman’s affection towards him. Even with knowing he will rise her hopes up. He went, met her friends, they danced and drank; he flirted with her friends, and then... then they woke up in his place. In his bed. Wrapped around each other, covered by the sheets.

It was supposed to be a one night fling. Again. It was supposed to end the morning the two of them woke up, after all — they were drunk when it happened. Two drunkards’ fling. Because he wouldn’t have slept with her if he didn’t get drunk. She had that spark in her after all, the one that flamed his interest and the one he knew very well was dangerous.

And yet, here he was, repeating that fling for a number he lost the count of. Once she tempted him, holding onto his shirt and kissing him. To everyone else, it would seem like something a man can pry easily off from, but for him... For him it was hard, because that kiss ignited his want for her. And he did want her, no matter how much he denied it, he knew the reality.

The second time, someone was hitting on her in the bar, and it drove him mad with rage.

Since then, since that second time, he fell into the abyss he always tried to avoid. He dived in repeating a mistake he once did a decade or two ago. But this time... this time he ought to do it differently. Even if he was binding her, even if he was keeping her for himself, he also pushed her away every time. Every morning after the night they would spend together, he would leave her. Didn’t matter if it was his or her place he went out of, he always left her alone. Leaving a key on the nightstand if he had to, but he never stayed in the mornings. He just let himself linger for less than half an hour, sitting on the bed, and looking back at her bare shoulders. Waiting the sun to start dancing on her skin before he stood up and left.

He was binding her, and he was poisoning himself like this.