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's soft, warm lips came into contact with Taehyung's at the same moment his back violently slammed against the cool wall of the building where he lived. Their kiss was full of passion and desperation. The guitarist kissed him greedily, almost with feverish ardor, as if the awareness of the coming goodbye only intensified in him the desire to stop the passing of time, at least for a moment. Every movement of his lips, every stroke of his tongue seemed to scream for one more caress, one more moment together.
Taehyung did not remain indifferent. He parted his lips, responding to this passionate caress with equally strong commitment, as if he wanted to include in this kiss everything he could not express in words. He clenched his fingers tightly on the material of Jeongguk's black hoodie, drawing him closer to him. As close as he could.
They spent another wonderful weekend together. After the musician specially prepared a makguksu for him at four o'clock in the morning, they admired the beautiful sunrise and then moved to the bedroom. There things quickly escalated, and soon they were kissing tenderly, taking off their elegant clothes. This was not the first time they had sex. This time, however, their close-up was something much deeper than mere physical passion. It wasn't just an act of lust, it wasn't just a desire for the closeness of naked bodies. This time, they made love in the truest sense of the word — their movements were full of affection, devotion, and every gesture carried unspeakable tenderness. Each kiss was an expression of their care for each other, as if they were conveying to each other through the gentle brushing of their lips what is difficult to express in words. Each touch on the skin, slow and full of tenderness, was like a silent promise — a promise that they were here for each other, completely, boundlessly. This was not mere physicality, but a deep connection of souls, in which every look, every whisper, every embrace built a bond between them, stronger than any words.
After a passionate morning together, they still lazed in bed for a long time. They lay, chatting in whispers, while their hands gently roamed over heated skin, with as much attention as if they wanted to learn each other by heart. After these tender moments, peaceful sleep came almost naturally. It's been a long time since Taehyung slept as well as he did that morning, wrapped in Jeongguk's warmth and presence. The guitarist's strong arms, embracing him tightly, gave him a sense of security he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Although he wanted to stay longer, he felt he shouldn't overstay his hospitality, so he finally made the decision that it was time to go back to his place. To his surprise, the musician didn't just let him leave and quickly offered to drive him back on his motorcycle, and he didn't protest. He gladly accepted the ride, plus he loved his company, and a few extra moments together sounded remarkably tempting.
Jeongguk kept his word. He dropped him off in front of his house, and now they were both standing in front of the apartment building where Taehyung lived. The musician stopped his motorcycle near the entrance, and — instead of simply saying goodbye and driving away — escorted him to the door. There was something extremely tender about this, as if every moment spent with Taehyung was priceless to him. Or perhaps it wasn't the time that was most important here, but Taehyung himself. Perhaps Jeongguk was afraid that this one was too precious to leave him alone even for a moment, as if the world was just waiting to take him away.
