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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Hoseok cocked his head from side to side to relax his neck and nape muscles, then stretched out on the bed while shifting his gaze around the bedroom he was in, lazily scanning every corner. He had been here so many times before that he knew this apartment by heart. Not much had changed since he first came here. His friend here didn't have many decorations, and the bedroom itself was decorated quite modestly, kept in dark tones, but there was something unusually cozy about this room. The delicate scent of musk so characteristic for Taehyung lingered in the air. Although he could have sworn that some sharper, more definite note could also be sensed here this time, and he was sure that he had smelled this scent before. Perhaps it was due to the recent visit of the rebellious musician that the previous smell of his friend's bedroom had changed? As he followed his gaze this way, he finally looked toward the dresser, which was opposite the bed he was sitting on, and suddenly something caught his attention. He stopped his gaze and stared for a long moment at the pictures his friend had set up on the dark tabletop. He wasn't sure what, but it seemed to him that something was missing.
Was there, by any chance, three picture frames?
When he finally figured out what it was after a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, only to immediately lift in a smile of satisfaction. He levered himself off the bed and approached the dresser without a second thought, having stopped literally inches away from the furniture.
He reached out his hand and grabbed the photo, which featured himself along with Taehyung. He hugged him tightly, looking almost as if he was trying to strangle him, but they were both grinning at the camera. He remembered the day exactly. It was a few months after they became partners, but they were already getting along great. Yoongi was right to make them a team. They clicked right away. They always had a great time in each other's company, plus they complemented each other perfectly, forming an unbeatable duo.
"I see you finally got rid of the photo of that asshole," he spoke up, hearing his friend's footsteps behind him, and the latter answered him with a low, deep laugh that pleasantly caressed his senses.
"I didn't want him to peep at us while we were shagging," the other man replied, clearly provoking him.
"We?" Jung asked, pretending to be surprised. "Since you had such plans for this evening, you should have warned me, I would have put on better underwear," he joked and, having placed the frame on the cabinet, turned towards him. Taehyung snickered at his words and shook his head, and his dark curls moved gently, immediately falling over his catlike eyes.
"Me and Jeongguk," he explained, although he knew full well that his friend knew who he meant, and hurled a wet towel at him. Jung caught it in flight, and he spread his arms out to the sides, presenting his friend with his final look. "How's that?" He asked uncertainly.
