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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"Oh, okay. They'll be here soon!" Seokjin chirped, jumping up from his seat. He hurried across the room and approached the bar, waving his hands with obvious excitement.
Jeongguk thought that his boss looked a bit like a small child who was about to receive his dream gift. He involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, following him with his eyes, and laughed quietly under his breath. He was amused by how everyone was so excited because of this party. Although it was hard to even call it a 'party' since there were currently four people in Awake: Seokjin, his husband, San and him. Despite this, his boss had been running like crazy for a good hour, clearly unable to wait for his friend to arrive and see what surprise he had prepared for him. Namjoon was a bit calmer now, but it looked like he shared his husband's joy or was just pretending to be excited so as not to upset him too much. Actually, if the second part were true, he wouldn't be surprised either. Seokjin was a super laid back and rather cheerful guy, but something told him it was best not to mess with him. San kept glancing at his reflection or straightening his shirt or hair to make sure he would look stunning when the hot cop finally walked through the door.
He was the only one sitting bored on a bar stool, resting his arms on the bar, practically lying on it. Resting his chin on the wooden bar, he played with his cell phone, constantly checking the time, which — to his great dissatisfaction — seemed to stand still. He had no family or friends, so he couldn't understand all the excitement and fuss caused by some stupid birthday party. He just wanted to get it over with, so he could finally leave, call Taehyung and spend the night with him. He wanted to take him to his place and, getting lost in him, forget about this terrible day that didn't want to end.
Finally, after a while of chaotic running and screams of excitement, Seokjin ordered complete silence and turned off the lights in the place so as not to reveal their presence. So soon they were sitting in darkness, and with each passing minute, Jeongguk had the impression that he had been sitting in darkness for several years. Resigned, he rested his head on the bar and let his eyelids fall shut. After some time, when the sound of the bar door opening crept into his ears, he didn't even flinch. Thanks to his keen senses, he would have been able to see even the outline of the guests' silhouettes, but he didn't even bother to raise his head from the bar where he was sitting. He didn't move when the room was flooded with light, filling the place with a pleasant warmth, and Seokjin shouted a loud 'Happy birthday' and probably wouldn't have moved for quite a long time, if not for the fact that out of the corner of his eye he saw something that caught his attention.
He straightened up and moved his gaze towards the entrance, where he now saw the silhouettes of three men. He had a good memory and a keen eye. He was sure he had seen them before. One in particular caught his attention. On impulse, he turned his head to the side to get a better look at him. The boy had his back to him, so he couldn't see his face, but he still scanned his figure carefully. He was tall, probably his height and the tallest of the group. His dark hair fell in soft waves, and his slender figure was accentuated by light, close-fitting jeans that made his legs look like a gateway to heaven. They were long and damn sexy. His broad shoulders were accentuated by a black sports jacket thrown over his back, which ended at the level of his narrow hips, allowing him to hang his gaze on his shapely bum for a few moments with impunity. Oh, yes, the boy had an awesome ass. The brunet was still standing with his back to him, but something about the way his body moved seemed damn familiar.
