People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can...
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The guitarist moved his hand one last time, plucking the taut strings with his pick to bring out the last sound of the evening. He sat still for a while, with his eyes closed, listening to the decaying melody, and finally lifted his eyelids and threw a short 'thank you' into the microphone, ending his performance. As loud applause filled the room, he rose from his seat and, still holding the black Ibanez in his right hand, scanned the packed bar. He didn't know why, but it had become his habit. He searched for him every night, and each time he was just as disappointed when he went home alone. He knew he could easily find someone else.
The problem was, he didn't want anyone else...
Having failed to find the one he had so desperately sought, a bitter taste of disappointment settled on his tongue. Perhaps that was better. He shouldn't be involved in any relationship, especially after what happened recently. He still didn't understand much of it.
Trying not to think about it anymore, he hastily gathered his equipment and headed for the bar, nimbly dodging the assembled guests. As soon as he entered behind the counter, he saw a black-haired boy who was looking at him with a wide smile on his lips.
"You put on a really great performance today," the man said, extending his hand with a bottle of water in it.
Jeongguk carefully placed the guitar against one of the walls and, turning to the bartender, took the bottle from him, smiling gratefully. He unscrewed the cap and, pressing the neck to his bottom lip, took several long gulps. The water was pleasantly chilled. Not enough to irritate your throat, but enough to quench your thirst.
"Thanks," he said, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand. "You can go now," he added, pointing toward the back exit.
"Do you really want to get rid of me that much?" San teased. There was a beautiful smile on his lips now. He would like to stay longer. He really enjoyed being in his company. Not only was Jeongguk pretty damn attractive, which was nice to look at, he also seemed like a very cool guy. He didn't wait for the guitarist's answer, though, knowing he didn't have much time. "Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked, wanting to make sure that he could leave now. Waiting for the musician's answer, he grabbed his jacket in his hand and slowly threw it over his back.
"Of course. It's not that difficult," the long-haired man replied quickly.
Usually, after the show, he collected his things and went back to the loft apartment. Today, however, he had to stay at the bar a little longer, but he didn't mind. He didn't have any other plans anyway, and San wanted to go home for the weekend, so he promised to replace him until the end of his shift, so he could catch the night bus.
"Besides, it's only two hours and I don't have anything better to do anyway," he added, trying to reassure San that he could safely leave and entrust the bar to him.
San curved his lips in a feisty smile and took a few steps towards him, stopping at arm's length.
"If you'd finally let me pick you up, I'm sure you'd have something to do tonight," he explained, shamelessly measuring the musician from head to toe.
