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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Taehyung once again swept his eyes over the documents, which he had already looked through for a good two hours. He knew well that he would find nothing in them. He felt in his bones that it was pointless, but so far they hadn't come across anything new. So they had no choice but to return to their roots. They spent most of their time in recent days doing old-fashioned police work. They had been sitting literally buried in piles of papers since morning, flipping through page after page, hoping to finally find any lead that would lead them to the wanted man or at least shed new light on their investigation. The longer he occupied himself with this meaningless work, the more weary he became and the harder it became to focus on it. His thoughts involuntarily wandered to something much more pleasant - to the handsome musician, who seems to have already settled in his mind for good.
They hadn't seen each other since his birthday weekend, but he liked to think back to those days and reminisce about what had happened. It was truly a wonderful weekend. It had been a long time since he had felt so fulfilled and so comfortable with anyone. When they parted that morning, he was sure Jeongguk was thinking the same thing. They exchanged a few messages at first, all the while maintaining a playful and flirty tone, but his phone had been silent for three days. He couldn't stop wondering what the boy might be doing now. Was he thinking about him too? Or was he silent because he was spending those days in other arms? Jimin's father's gala was fast approaching. The gala they were supposed to go to together. Could it be that the musician regretted his proposal and was going to back out? He knew that if he did not resign, they would soon see each other again. On one hand, he was very much looking forward to this weekend. He wanted to see him again. At the thought, he felt an excitement he hadn't felt in a long time, but his nervousness and anxiety also increased with each passing day.
He lifted his gaze and sent a stealthy glance in Hoseok's direction. The man sat at his desk a few meters away from him and, as he did, reviewed the data they had collected. In his right hand he held his beloved red mug of coffee, without which he could not start the day. Since he had arrived at the office, he was already sipping his second serving. Taehyung parted his lips, wanting to ask him something, but, having given up, closed them again. He shifted his gaze to the file he was holding in his hand, trying to focus on his work, but literally a moment later, his gaze traveled toward his friend once again. For a moment he stared at his profile, but the man seemed to pay no attention to him, completely focused on his task, so he too returned to his earlier activity, absentmindedly flipping through more pages.
"Well, say it," Hoseok suddenly spoke up, drawing his attention to himself.
Taehyung directed his gaze toward him and pulled his eyebrows together. The elder did not look at him. His gaze was fixed on the documents he was holding in his hands, making him unsure for a moment whether he had said this to him or had started talking to the file out of exhaustion. After a moment, however, he noticed the corners of his friend's lips lift before curving into a wide smile. Immediately, he turned his face toward him and added feistily:
