To end this story, here are the last two chapters.
I hope you will like them.
Remember to leave a trace of your passage, it would be nice and motivating for me.
If you like KaiBaek, I have a lot of stories to translate for you ^^
Kaibaek is my natural fuel.❤️

Good reading !

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The days then passed slowly, leaving them to enjoy this respite that Baekhyun's plants provided and Jongin no longer needed oxycodone.

He had nine left and that was good, because he had finally decided to overdose when the time was right, so as not to 'dirty' the lake that Baekhyun loved so much. However, he kept that to himself, because all that mattered in their daily lives was that he hadn't been in too much pain lately.

What he didn't know was that for Baekhyun too, there were nine left and that he regularly made sure, almost in spite of himself, that their number did not change. The opposite would have meant that despite the fact that he assured him day after day that his natural concoctions were effective enough to do without, Jongin still took them sometimes, in secret. He knows that Kai would have done this kind of thing so as not to worry him.

But Jongin didn't and Baekhyun was happy about that.

…

They therefore lived quietly enjoying each other, with certain physical limitations still present, despite the lull in Jongin's pain.

But sometimes they kissed like madmen, clinging to each other and madly desirous of each other's bodies, touching each other with a thousand hands slipped under their clothes, before the much too excited heart of Jongin doesn't start sounding his painful alarm and they stop panting and frustrated as much as possible.

There, they always ended up give pleasure each other until deliverance, enjoyment. But they came out all the same exhausted with pleasure each time and Jongin always kept some tiny after-effects.

His body's resistance suffered, he knew it, he felt it, but he kept it for himself instead of sharing it with Baekhyun. At those times he would rather shrug his shoulders and decide he didn't care. Their intimacy, their uality, had to be limited to these moments, it was out of the question for him to stop them.

Sometimes he even told himself that he would push the walls of his limits to make love to Baekhyun instead of frustrating him, but the energy that the act would require, he would probably never have and that would be even worse for Baekhyun.

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A dream of memories had led them three centuries earlier, until one night when they had celebrated the three years of their love, in a place which was not Kai's room and did not seem to be either in the city at all, given the poverty of the decor, but where they had spent a night of mad love. A night of and sharing of powerful feelings, which they had been able to spy on from the inside thanks to their common dream. A dream that woke them up, in the morning, excited and even crazier about each other, launching them into one of their devouring kissing and frantic ion sessions that made them scream with pleasure and violently cry Baekhyun during the descent , as they came back to reality, their present and that damn countdown.

Hugging him tightly, his hand his hair, Jongin then calmed his pain with soft words whispered in his ear, calling him My Treasure and kissing his head as before.

Then…

"-It was spring, wasn't it? Jongin asked.

Baekhyun raised his head to look at him.

"-What ?

“-That I declared my feelings to you, that I kissed you for the first time, that our story began. He said caressing his cheek.

“Yes, in the spring.

“-So, it may not be the exact day, but… Happy birthday My treasure…

Baekhyun smiled with bright eyes and Jongin continued:

“…Thank you for letting me know what it was like to love and be loved. Thank you for having entered my life and for having painted it in the colors of your image, for having offered me your life, your heart and your body. Thank you for being you, I… I love you with all my heart Baekhyun. He finished, breathless and misty-eyed, while his companion's tears again flooded his soft gaze, lovingly clinging to his.

“-Happy birthday to you too my love…

His voice was cracked with emotion.

"-I love you…" he moaned then, before burying his face in his neck, crying again.

…

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...

It was a week ago and today Jongin felt like it was in another life, because his destiny had decided to come back to him in the face through sudden and powerful pains, which were of return despite Baekhyun's concoctions and which he had not missed.

The first had manifested three days ago, upon waking, and he had to grit his teeth as he felt a stake driven into his left hip. Very sharp pain, but very short and he huffed silently as it quickly subsided before disappearing completely. Relieved that it was just a passing pain, he then Baekhyun's back as he snuggled closer to him and he closed his eyes smiling at his happiness to have him.

However, this pain was not the passing pain he believed, but the first of a return of his suffering that he didn't want to show Baekhyun.

He didn't want to tell him, because it made his companion happy, when he told him he was fine, every day, he didn't want to hurt him... not right away.

…

But the pain continued to make demonstrations of its presence... passing through his chest, through his arm, his leg, his left hip, sometimes forcing him to go and isolate himself in the bathroom when it arrived in the middle of the day. But the worst crises usually happened early in the morning, when he woke up and he got up as best he could, without noise, to make it pass quickly and be on top when Baekhyun would wake up in turn.

…

He absolutely didn't want to show it, to preserve it. However, that night he had woken up multiple times, wracked with pain in multiple places at once, and wondered if he could just… leave. Running away into the forest with his nine doses of opioid and killing himself up, to end this for good… Free Baekhyun from him… He should have already told him to leave…

…

And in the morning, when he woke up, Jongin was exhausted from his excessive lack of sleep and unfortunately for him, Baekhyun had already been up for a long time, when he finally opened his eyes.

Not moving, knowing full well that he was going to face great pain as soon as he tried to get up, he turned his head towards Baekhyun who was installed on the sofa and looked at him with concern.

"-Hello... what time is it?" He said naturally.

"-It's 12:20 am you...are you okay?"

Nodding as he left his gaze, Jongin rubbed his eyes.

"-Yes, I am fine…

"-Why are you doing this ?

"-What ? Why am I doing what? He wondered, looking at him again.

"-Pretend… Why are you pretending to be fine?" I'm not blind Jongin, I… I can see that you're in pain and it hurts me that you're lying to me. Why are you doing this ?

"-Because…because I don't want to hurt you."

“-Jongin my pain shares every second of my life. I haven't forgotten where we're headed, my…my pain is still there, so please don't lie to me, to spare me, I want to be there for you. He said coming over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"-Excuse me…

Shaking his head, Baekhyun put his hand on his cheek.

"-Since when are you in pain again?"

"-It's only been a few days.

"-How much ?

"-One week.

"-One week really?"

"-Yes at first it was light, then there were big sharp pains and short and...

“-And there was last night.

Jongin looked at him surprised then looked down:

"-Yes. He confessed under his breath.

"-Where does it hurt ?

"-Everywhere.

Baekhyun closed his eyes.

"-The decoctions I make you drink are not working at all anymore?"

"-Whether. Yes, they are still effective and fortunately. It was the pain that got worse. Without your potions I know it would be even worse.

“-Okay, so I will continue to brew them by increasing the concentration of some herbs, but you should also take your own drugs.

"-No.

"-Why no ?

"-Because…I…I'm saving them for…for after."

"-For after?" Said Baekhyun in a hoarse voice.

"-Yes. If I inject the nine one after the other… I know that… that I will die out quickly. Maybe even before I get to the last one...my blood won't be oxygenated and my heart will stop rapidly.

"-I don't want. Said Baekhyun with a grimace of pain, before leaning over him and resting his head against his chest.

Then Jongin buried his fingers in his hair.

“-Baekhyun…

"-I know. he moaned.

…

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…

Later, it was with the help of Baekhyun that he had to straighten up in a sitting position, grimacing, his teeth clenched, from the infernal pain coming from his gnawed pelvis, which seemed to only accept the lying position.

Then once seated on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor, Jongin stilled and Baekhyun crouched down in front of him.

"-Do you want to stay seated here a little moment?"

His gaze literally exhausted from living planted in his, Jongin nodded.

“-Yes, for now…I need a break.

"-OK. He said, getting up quickly and moving away immediately so as not to crack, while he had just seen what he didn't want to see in Jongin's eyes. I bring you the decoction, it...

“-Baekhyun…

"-It's already ready, I...

"-Baekhyun please listen to me!"

Stilling, without looking back at him, Baekhyun lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"-You know me better than anyone and proof is made this morning that I can't hide anything from you, so I know you've understood where I'm at... since the last few minutes it's obvious, it's unbearable and tomorrow will be worse… and each day that will follow will be worse… I don't think I'll be able to bear this for long… He said, his fingers gripping the edge of the mattress.

Baekhyun remained silent.

"...you have to be prepared to accept it...

A small moan sadly made him realize that Baekhyun was crying and Jongin swallowed as he stood up regardless. Mouth open in a silent rattle, enraged at his illness, tears in his eyes, he then took three wobbly steps towards his companion, in order to stick behind his back and hug him.

"-I beg your pardon My Treasure, I don't want to leave you... but I can't take it anymore...

Rolling over in his arms, tears flooding his face, Baekhyun then hugged him gently, his nose in his neck and Jongin buried his fingers in his hair.

“-…it has to stop.

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