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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Jeongguk approached the dresser, located near the bed, and, extending his hand, slid it over the wooden top. The surface was pleasantly smooth under his fingers. Not even a speck of dust was on it. He glided his fingers almost the entire length of it and stopped his hand only when his fingers reached one of the two frames, which were located roughly in the middle of the dresser. He had already managed to notice that Taehyung was one of the rather precise and well-organized people, with an eye for detail, so he was surprised to see the frames were not placed symmetrically in the center of the tabletop, but instead were only to the right of it. It looked as if the left side was missing one more photo to complete the picture. Without thinking about it any longer, he reached out his hand and let his fingers tighten on the rustic frame. He lifted it carefully to get a better look at the photograph.
It captured two young men. He recognized Taehyung without the slightest problem, although the boy's hair was a bit bleached than it is now, and he looked a few years younger. His skin was golden, as if bathed in sunlight. The Asian man next to him, he had never seen before, but it looked like they shared a fairly close relationship. Both stuck out their tongues, making funny faces to the lens and showing a V sign created from the fingers of their right hands. Although they looked funny, he immediately noticed that the boy accompanying Taehyung was also very attractive. He had slightly longer, bleached-blonde hair that accentuated his flawless, peachy complexion, his dark eyes gazed directly into the camera and sparkled vividly, and his full lips were the shade of ripe raspberry.
He involuntarily looked over his shoulder, finding with his eyes the dark irises of the man who was still lying on the bed, watching his actions carefully. The young agent didn't take his gaze off him, but didn't seem nervous or concerned that Jeongguk was investigating his bedroom. He lifted the photograph a bit more and turned it so that the policeman could see which photo he was holding in his hands, and raised his right eyebrow questioningly.
"This is your ex?" He asked.
Perhaps he should have bitten his tongue, but his curiosity won out before common sense could stop him. The brunet snorted softly in response, clearly amused by his question, but did not speak up. He was still lying on his back, on the soft mattress, with his head supported by a pillow. His left arm was raised and bent at the elbow, and his hand was tucked under his dark curls, now slightly tousled from passionate sex. Unlike Jeongguk, he was still completely naked, only a thin sheet lay draped over his hips, covering his genitals. His swarthy skin contrasted sharply with the snow-white sheets. His right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up slightly, allowing the musician to see in full view his naked hip, slender thigh and the outline of a shapely buttock.
Still saying nothing, Taehyung moved his gaze over the guitarist's silhouette, suspending his gaze for a longer time on the shapely bum hidden only behind the thin material of his boxers, only to return to his black irises. Finally, he lifted himself up on his forearms, pulling his body up to a sitting position, only to lower his feet to the floor a moment later and, having tossed the sheet aside, get out of bed. He moved closer to the musician and took the frame from his hand. As he did so, his slender fingers glided over the man's strong hand, sending a pleasant shiver along his spine. As he took the photograph from him, he shifted his gaze to it. As soon as his gaze met the smiling face of the blond-haired boy, his own lips formed a sensual bow.
