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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What woke Jeongguk up the next morning was the sun on his face, intrusively seeping in under his still heavy eyelids. He opened his squinted eyes and saw that he was not in his familiar attic apartment, but in a small bedroom in the Insadong district. The sun's rays crept into the room through the undrawn curtains. Covering his eyes with his left hand, protecting them from the dazzling rays, he parted his lips and let a contented sigh leave his lips. He stretched out his arms to draw the body of the man in whose bed he had woken up, but to his disappointment, instead of warmed skin, he found only a tousled sheet. He lifted his eyelids quickly and turned on his side, but this only confirmed his earlier assumption — he was in bed alone.
Not hiding his disappointment, he let the air out of his lungs loudly and reached out again to slide his hand over the tousled sheets, where Taehyung had probably slept just a moment ago. He could still feel the warmth of his body under his fingers, and the smell of his masculine perfume with a delicate musky note that he loved so much lingered in the air. He was sure the boy must have been here just a few minutes ago. Leveraging on his strong forearms, he sat down on the bed. He ran his fingers through his raven-black hair, pulling it back and finally tying it into a loose bun, using the elastic band that was on his left wrist. Only then did he slowly shift his gaze around the room.
The bedroom was now bathed in sunlight and a safe silence that greeted him as soon as he lifted his eyelids. He didn't even have a clue what time it might be, but he guessed that it was probably reaching noon. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so long and so soundly. The last thing he remembered was how he pulled Taehyung towards him, adjusting his body to that of the policeman, and hid his face in the hollow between the boy's neck and shoulder, inhaling his soothing scent. His hands immediately found their way to his slim waist, wrapping tightly around his body. Taehyung fell asleep faster than he did, clearly exhausted from the intense sex, and he lay still for some time in the bedroom shrouded in pleasant twilight and listened to his rhythmic breathing. It was such a soothing sound that he fell asleep before he had time to realize it. That night he was not tormented by nightmares. Throughout the night, he didn't wake up once.
He threw back the thin quilt from his still naked body and, lowering his feet to the floor, got out of bed. The floor was unpleasantly cold, making him flinch slightly, and goosebumps covered his forearms. He quickly found his boxers on the floor and slipped them on, only to do the same with his pants a moment later. He didn't bother to zip them up. He shifted his gaze around the bedroom once more, and the gaze of his dark eyes stopped on the dark blue police uniform that still lay on the floor where Taehyung had discarded it, undressing for him. He bit his lower lip quickly to hold back an unintentional smile, and his stomach muscles contracted at the memory of the sexy dance the policeman had performed for him the night before.
That fond memory had not yet left his head for good when a new thought entered it. Taehyung was damn sexy, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy spending time with him, but there was also one major problem he hadn't known about before, which now seemed to hit him with redoubled force
