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 black-haired man shook the shaker vigorously several times, then poured its contents, pouring the alcohol through a cocktail strainer into tall glasses. Setting down the shaker, he garnished the rim of his sea-salted glass with a slice of lime and pushed the finished drinks toward the two girls at the bar.
"Twice a Margarita for you," he said, smiling slightly.
One of the customers handed him money, and after a while she and her friend walked away from the bar. Without hesitating, he turned on his heel and headed for the next customer. They had a busy day today and San still hasn't returned to Seoul, so he was helping Seokjin at the bar before it's time for his show.
"What can I get you?" He asked, nodding towards a short man with bleached blond hair and fairly noticeable roots.
"Beer," the man grumbled without even looking at him.
Clearly, the man had a more important job than being polite. His hungry eyes carefully scanned a group of girls sitting at a nearby table. Jeongguk, without saying anything else, reached for the glass and put it to the tap. He filled it quickly with the golden liquid, making sure he didn't create too much foam when pouring it, and after a while he handed the customer the alcohol he had ordered. The man tossed the money onto the bar without giving him a single look, and without a word of thanks, walked away.
"You're welcome," the guitarist said to himself, watching him go, then shifted his gaze to the man who was approaching the bar.
When their eyes met, the man smiled brightly and covered the last distance between them. He rested his forearms on the bar and looked him up and down.
"Well, well. I guess it's true that artists are talented in many areas," he began. "You sing, you play guitar, and you're a bartender?" he added.
The man spoke to him as if he knew him, so Jeongguk looked at him carefully. The stranger looked a bit older than he was. He was probably in his thirties. He was several inches shorter than he was, and his body, clad entirely in black, was not very muscular but slender and fit. The man's shirt was cut so deep that he could easily see the sternum, which was decorated with a delicate gold chain. His slender legs were hugged by black dress pants, and although he couldn't see his feet, he was sure his shoes were as neat and tidy as the rest of his clothes. His black hair was slightly longer, slicked back with sunglasses, even though it was already evening and the sun had set a while ago. A few strands fell over his forehead and shining eyes, watching him intently. The dark-haired one looked like he was some actor who had gone for a drink in between recording episodes of an incredibly popular series, or a well-known singer from the headlines of the magazines.
"Well, I have many hidden talents," Jeon replied, and turning on his heel, approached the man.
He stopped half a meter from him and rested his hands on the opposite side of the bar, studying him closely. He thought he had seen him before, but he couldn't remember when or where. Perhaps the man was a regular here, or perhaps he only saw him from the stage during one of his performances. He's met a lot of people since he started working here. Usually he only exchanged a few words with them under the stage or at the bar, and after a while he forgot about them.
