Taehyung scanned the laptop screen once more, scanning each word carefully, as if it might make the notes read so many times change meaning. Eventually, though, he raised his hand and slide his long fingers into his dark curls, combing them with frustration, a loud whir of dissatisfaction escaping his throat. He pushed himself off his desk and closed his business laptop angrily.

"This is fucked up!" He called, his voice clearly raised. "According to the file, this guy is clean as a whistle. He doesn't even have a fucking parking ticket, although we know he was caught with drugs a few months ago."

"Eh, it's true," Hoseok said, equally resigned.

Taehyung looked at his partner instinctively. Jung was sitting at one of the desks that was about a meter from him. His eyesight also scanned carefully what was currently on the computer screen, but after a while the man turned his face towards him. It was enough for their eyes to meet, and Kim knew exactly what he was going to hear.

"I didn't find anything either," Jung admitted, and Taehyung cursed under his breath. "The testimonies of the neighbors do us nothing," the older one continued. "Everyone agrees that it was a quiet and peaceful girl. She did not make any problems. She wasn't partying. The neighbors even adored her. She didn't bring men in, or at least no one had seen anything like it. They only saw her friend and younger sister or her parents. Apparently, the only man who visited her there was her fiancé, who has been in the unit for almost a year and a half. There is no connection with Lin. Nobody saw him there "

"Fuck," Kim cursed.

Almost instinctively, he took the testimonies of the victim's associates in his hands and looked again at what he had noted down, although he knew well that he would find nothing there either. Nobody but the victim's friend said a bad word to any of the Lin brothers. When they asked other women about harassment or inappropriate remarks, they all kept their mouths shut, although Taehyung was not stupid and knew well when people were not telling him the truth. He guessed that not only Yihyun had fallen victim to similar harassment, but other workers probably feared that if they said something about it, they would lose their jobs. He knew they were probably right, but that only frustrated him even more.

"None of the employees confirmed Lin's inappropriate behavior. Neither to the victim nor to the other workers. Yihyun didn't report it anywhere, so we don't even have a starting point..." he said more to himself than to his friends, then he put down his notes and began to quickly go through the papers that were lying on the desk in front of him, trying to find one of the documents previously brought by pathologist. When he found it, he lifted it up again and quickly scanned it with dark eyes. "These documents show that some fibers were found on Yihyun's body... Maybe we should search his office or his car? Maybe it's fibers from his clothes or the upholstery of his car... I don't know. The goddamn carpet in the living room..." he said, looking at Min. "Let's apply for a warrant..."

"No judge will give us a warrant, Tae. There is no basis for this. Apart from the fact that they worked in one building, they have nothing in common."

"There has to be a way," Kim protested. "You haven't seen him, Yoongi. He is convinced of his impunity. He thinks he's smart, and we won't find anything on him, but we have to find something. I know it's him."

"I think Tae might be right," Jung admitted reluctantly. "He seems suspicious. He's a terrible pervy, so I wouldn't be surprised if he actually picked up on his employees. The type is damn confident. He knows we have nothing on him."

"And he's right," Min replied. "Apart from your intuition, nothing points to him. We don't even have clues that could lead to him."

"And Jun's certification? She..." Taehyung began, rising almost automatically from his seat. He felt that he was being carried away by emotions that seemed to literally boil under his skin. "Jun can confirm that this pervy was trying to pick a victim shortly before the murder."

"Nobody confirms Jun's words. The workers are silent, so it looks like Lin is a fucking angel. Besides, she did not even witness this event. These are all slander, and that gives us no basis for any warrant."

"So what? Are we just gonna leave it?" Kim asked, snorting. "Should I pretend I don't know it's him? That he didn't tell me to my face that he hurt her?"

"We have to wait. Look through the evidence again. Maybe in the later stages of the investigation..." Min began to explain.

"We all know people like Lin. There will be no next stage of the investigation," Taehyung interrupted. "If there's any evidence anywhere, he'll get rid of it. We won't prove anything to him, and this poor girl's family will never know who was responsible for their daughter's death."

"Tae, this isn't over yet. We'll check other leads," Jung said, trying to calm his emotions.

He had seen how much his partner was upset by this case. Usually he didn't react that emotionally, but apparently there was something about this that made Taehyung get carried away. He would be lying if he said that he did not share his opinion. He, too, felt in his bones that Lin was behind the murder, and felt just as pissed off knowing that a few hours ago they had been standing face to face with the attachment, and they couldn't prove anything to him. Worse, they may not be able to prove anything to him and the man will never be punished for his crime.

"We can't let this girl's family remain with a big unknown," Kim protested. "They deserve the truth. Yihyun deserves her family to know that the person who hurt her will answer for it and never hurt anyone again."

"Tae, I know it's hard to accept, but... Our hands are tied," Min admitted reluctantly. "There's nothing else we can do at this stage of the investigation."

Taehyung cursed loudly, then ran his hand over his dark curls again. He felt something was pressing his chest strongly. He narrowed his eyes, but he was almost sure he could see the image of his aunt crying on the well-tended lawn beneath his eyelids, and the flickering blue and red lights of the police car moving across her face twisted in pain. He didn't know why he was so concerned this time, and it hit him so hard. Usually he didn't take his cases that much personally, but now he thought he was about to suffocate.

"So what, we should go to her parents and say that we know who hurt their daughter, but we will let him go anyway because we have nothing on him? Because his rich daddy is sweeping everything under the rug? Are we to tell them that perhaps their daughter's rapist and murderer will never be punished for what he did to her? For what he did to their family?"

"Her family knows we're doing our best to find the culprit," Hoseok added, trying to reassure him.

"It's not enough, Jung!" Kim growled. "You don't even know what it feels like to wonder who has hurt your loved ones. How does it feel to live knowing that maybe someone who killed someone you love has just passed you on the street and looked you right in the eye, and you don't even know it's him. I don't want to see someone experience what my family has gone through!" He said finally, almost shouting the words.

He had never dared to say anything like it aloud in front of his partner before, but now the words spilled out of him before he realized what he had just confessed. But when he realized what he had just done, he looked at Yoongi, gasping for breath into his compressed lungs.

"I have to get out of here," he choked out, then grabbed his black bomber jacket from the back of his chair and walked silently towards the exit.

Min didn't even try to stop him, he just watched him go, with a heartache watching his receding figure. He stared at the slammed door long after the young policeman vanished from his sight.

"Y-Yoongi..." Hoseok whispered suddenly, drawing his attention to himself.

The older one looked at his subordinate. Hoseok was still sitting at his desk, but his expression showed that he was in great shock. The man moistened his lips with his tongue, then closed his laptop and got up from the desk. After taking a few steps towards Yoongi, he finally stopped and sat on the edge of his desk.

"Were..." he began hesitantly.

He had been working with Taehyung for several years and knew that the boy had grown up without parents. But he always thought his parents had had some kind of accident. Kim didn't talk much about it, so he didn't ask. He was curious at times, but he knew when to be silent. But now he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard what the boy said, and that he hadn't seen how shaken he was. He didn't think he'd ever seen him like this before.

"His parents were murdered when Taehyung was less than eight," Min confessed.

"Wh-what?" Hoseok choked out with difficulty.

He parted his lips to add something, but closed them again. He couldn't believe what Yoongi had just confessed to him. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and cursed softly under his breath, unable to find the right words. He was silent for a long time, trying to figure out this confession in his head, but he couldn't believe it was true. Only after a long moment did he look at his superior again.

"Seriously?" He asked, although he had no doubts as to the truthfulness of Min's words. He knew that neither Yoongi nor Taehyung had ever joked about such a thing. "Why didn't he... Why did he never tell me?"

"Taehyung doesn't like to talk about it. This... It's quite a complicated matter."

"Taehyung said... Has... Has the murder been caught?"

Yoongi was silent for a long moment, wondering if he should tell his friend what he knew. Until now, he had been silent because he knew that Taehyung did not want anyone to see him through the prism of a family tragedy. But he knew too much had already been said to pretend he didn't know anything. And Hoseok was not just anyone. He was their friend. He knew Taehyung was going through a hard time right now. Perhaps it was the anniversary of his parents' death that influenced him so much. However, he did not know how to help him, and Jung was his partner. He was spending with him almost every day.

"Taehyung is..." he began hesitantly, then found his friend's gaze and looked him straight in the eyes. "Taehyung is the son of Kim Taehwan. The one who was murdered with his wife twenty years ago. The one whose photo you pass each day as you enter this building."

"I-I... I had no idea..." Jung admitted.

He knew the story. Everyone knew it.

Kim Taehwan was a great agent. He achieved a lot during his lifetime and was considered one of the best agents in his years of work, and his unexpected and tragic death contributed to even greater publicity. The man and his wife were shot and killed during what appeared to be an accidental robbery. An unidentified perpetrator cut their way, took their savings and shot them in their car. Several other crimes with the same course occurred at the same time, so it was quickly recognized that the perpetrator was the same man. For a long time, however, the police were unable to establish the identity of the murderer and detain the person responsible for these crimes. As a result, the investigation soon stalled.

Only almost two years after the incident, during one of the minor attacks, a man was arrested who used the weapon that killed Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Although there was no indication that he could be associated with the crimes from almost two years ago, he unexpectedly admitted to everything. As a result, after a short hearing, he was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison and the case was quiet. At least in public light.

Many investigators had doubts as to whether he was the perpetrator. The man was a junkie. He was barely making contact when he was arrested, yet was able to give details of the murders from two years ago. Reading the case file, both Hoseok and Yoongi were convinced that such a seriously addicted person would not be able to do such a thing. And certainly the perpetrator was not acting alone.

The case, however, was closed. The guilty party was caught and punished, so there was no reason to continue the investigation. It was handy for the commander at the time. They didn't want to have a messy case about the death of an agent on their account, and closing such a high-profile case looked good in their résumé. Even though the case was closed almost twenty years ago, there were still many doubts. It was very likely that someone had paid the man to take the blame, and the real culprit might still be walking freely, enjoying his life.

"This month is the twentieth anniversary of their death. Taehyung is having a very hard time," Min said. "No one in the unit knows, so..."

"Sure," Jung said quickly. "I'll keep my mouth shut. This is not my place to tell about this to someone," he added, then looked back at his desk and grabbed his jacket from the chair. He clenched his hands on the thick cloth and looked at his supervisor again. "Do you need anything else?" He asked, and Min shook his head.

"No. Let's finish for today. It's been a long day for all of us," he admitted. "I think we will need a moment of respite."

"Okay," Jung agreed. "See you then," he said goodbye, then, smiling gently at him, crossed the room in a few long strides and left the office.

He closed the door behind him and looked around carefully. Inside it was already empty. There were only individual agents who were still hanging around their desks, probably gathering to go home. For a moment he scanned the entire surroundings, and finally moved forward along the narrow corridor which he walked almost every day. This time, however, he stopped halfway and stared at the wall hung with photographs of fallen agents. When he met the dark eyes so familiar to him, he felt a strange twinge. How could he not have noticed this similarity before? Taehyung had exactly the same eyes as his father, the same lips, and the same jawline.

He studied the photo of the man for a long moment, feeling the heavier weight in his chest. Finally, he sighed loudly and started forward again. This time, however, he did not turn towards the exit. He turned right, going deeper into the office, and after a while he walked down the stairs that led to the basement of the building.

He knew that was where he would find him. And he was not mistaken. It was enough for him to go down the stairs and walk down another narrow corridor in a few long strides to reach the heavy cast-iron door. As he pushed it open with his palm, the sound of gunfire crept into his ears. With each step the sound grew more obnoxious, loud gunshots seemed to bounce off empty walls and irritate the sensitive eardrums, but it didn't stop him.

There was no one else at the shooting range. Rarely did any of the agents come here this late, though he knew Taehyung was often here. He was well aware that there was only one person here this time as well. He saw him already from a distance, but still he stopped a long way away and, leaning against the wall, looked at him closely for a moment.

Even from this distance, he could see his partner's fingers gripping the butt of the pistol a little tighter than necessary, as were his lips, which he was now lining up in a narrow line. His dark eyes, however, never for a second took the invisible enemy out of sight, at whom the young policeman was firing the clip after the clip with determination. Only when he reached out for another set and realized that he had already fired everything he had prepared for himself, did he remove the headphones from his ears and curse loudly, putting the weapon down forcefully on the table in front of him. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on it and breathed quickly for a moment, trying to contain the emotions that buzzed in his body, grabbing his throat.

Hoseok wasn't sure how long Taehyung stood still, head tilted forward, dark eyes hidden behind his long fringe. His chest rose in chaotic breathing, as if the boy was fighting a choking sat, though no sound escaped from his lips. He couldn't explain it, but looking at him, he felt a strange pain in his chest, as if what his friend was feeling had affected him in some strange way as well.

"He told you, didn't he?" Kim said suddenly, even though he hadn't looked at his friend for a moment.

His gaze was still focused on his hands, which were gripped tightly on the small table. It took a moment for him to straighten his body and forcefully pressed the button which brought the makeshift shield towards him, hitting it with all his strength with his fist. He lifted his head and stared at the sketched silhouette of a man with black circles on his chest, slowly moving towards him, so he could check his score. He could easily see that almost all the bullets he fired had hit the very heart of the opponent, even though he was not focusing too much on hitting that point.

Hoseok pushed himself off the wall and approached his friend. He did not stop until the distance between them had shrunk to half a meter. But he stared for a moment longer, silent, as if gathering the courage to finally speak. He wanted to say something smart, something that would somehow ease his pain, but he knew such words didn't exist.

"You could have told me," he said softly. "It doesn't change the way I look at you in any way," he added, knowing that Taehyung didn't want anyone to treat him like a victim.

Taehyung ran his tongue over his lower lip, then turned to face his partner, looking up at him for the first time.

"I know. It's just..." he began, but paused for a moment as if he didn't know what to say. "I didn't want anyone to know about this," he admitted truthfully, and fell silent again.

They were silent for a long moment, although the silence between them was not awkward. They both knew it was time for this conversation, but Jung wasn't going to rush him, and Taehyung was immensely grateful to him for that. He didn't like to think back to those moments, even though each day they were vivid in his memory as if it had all happened yesterday. Sometimes he felt exactly like he did at that moment, standing on the doorstep of his aunt's apartment in that silly Spider-Man pajamas, as if time had stopped then.

"When my parents died..." he finally began. "I never dreamed of anything else than to become a policeman. I wanted to be like my father. He was a wonderful man. My role model. My hero. He believed in the law. He always instilled in me that for good deeds, good things happen to us, and that for bad things... people get punished. And I believed in it for a long time..." He continued, looking ahead with a distant gaze. "But life quickly proved to me that this is not true. Bad things happen to good people, and bad people never pay for their wrongs... And he won't pay for it, either."

"We will try to find something on him..."

"You know it's not true," Kim interrupted, shifting his gaze to him. "We won't find anything on him. Both you and I know very well that he raped and killed this girl, and yet we will get out of here, and we will have to live with the knowledge that the girl will go free. That he might hurt another person..."

"Sooner or later, people like him will answer for their actions anyway. If he hurts someone else, he'll end up making a mistake, and we'll be there to stop him for it..."

"I used to think it would be enough. That if out of ten guilty, we'll catch one, it means we're doing something good... But what if that's not enough?"

"Thanks to us, at least this one will go to jail. It's probably a pretty good result anyway?" Jung replied, then parted his lips and let a soft laugh escape his lips. "It's a pity none of our millionaires want to be Bruce Wayne, it would be a little easier," he added, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I used to love comics and superheroes," Kim admitted with a distinct nostalgia in his voice, as if he was remembering something that was irretrievably lost. "Maybe instead of going to the police academy, I should sew a pair of colorful tights, huh?" He joked, however, also slightly snorting at the very thought of this ridiculous idea.

When he was a few years old, almost his entire room was covered with Batman posters. He only drank from the cup that had Iron Man printed on it. He even wore Spider-Man pajamas. He remembered how happy he had been when his parents gave him this Christmas gift. From then on, he wore it almost all the time, with difficulty letting his mother persuade him to wash it. He did not want to part with it even for this short time, as if it would make its magical power disappear somewhere.

He was wearing it that night, too, but then he sat in it at the police station after his parents were murdered, and would never let be dressed in it again. When his aunt tried to put him in this pajama, he screamed as if the delicate fabric was burning his skin with living fire.

Hoseok measured him from head to toe as if to judge something, and narrowed his dark eyes, nodding appreciatively.

"I think your legs would look great in blue tights," he said in a serious tone, as if he was just issuing an extremely factual opinion, confirmed by years of research, and Taehyung laughed, feeling a little better.

"I'll think about it," he replied, shaking his head. "Our life would be easier if the comic book characters were real."

"Believe what you want. I still think I'm one of them," Hoseok said, shrugging his shoulders, and instinctively pushed his chest tighter, as if he was about to open his shirt and reveal the suit with a big "S" underneath it.

"Are you telling me that you are hiding something else under these clothes?" Kim laughed, raising his right eyebrow questioningly.

"Who knows? Maybe after hours I turn into a cat woman, hm?" Saying that, Jung straightened his dark hair, pushing it out of his eyes in a theatrical gesture, and fluttered his eyelashes coquettishly.

"Oh, yes, in my mind's eye I can already see you running around in ten-centimeter heels."

"I have many hidden talents," Hoseok replied, winking at him. "Don't think about it too much, kid..." he added after a moment, becoming serious immediately. "You have a day off tomorrow. Go home. Get some sleep..."

"I know. You're right," Kim agreed. He knew there was nothing else he could do.

He approached the table where he had put his gun down a moment ago and began collecting his equipment. Hoseok stared at him for a moment longer, as if to make sure he was okay. Feeling his eyes on him, Taehyung looked at him over his shoulder. There was a question on the tip of his tongue that he had asked himself almost every day for twenty years.

He didn't know if he should ask about it. Though he was really convinced he knew the answer. But something prevented him from being silent. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over his lower lip, leaving a thin layer of saliva on the delicate skin, before he looked at his friend.

"You know the file too, right? Do you think... Do You think that they caught the right person?" He finally asked.

Hoseok was silent for a moment, as if considering whether he should tell his friend what he really thought about it. Perhaps he should say that he is not sure that he does not know the case file or that he does not remember, but he would not be able to lie to him. So he found his dark eyes almost the same as the one he had been staring in a moment ago, passing photographs commemorating fallen departmental agents.

"No," he replied confidently. "I don't think your parents' killer was ever caught."

Taehyung inhaled sharply at his friend's words. He knew it was true. He could feel it. Year by year, he was more and more convinced of it, but hearing the confirmation from Hoseok's lips, he felt once again an unimaginable pain tearing through his chest.

"Thank you," he only whispered, unable to say a word more.

Hoseok nodded to him, then turned on his heel and started toward the exit. He knew there was no point in saying anything more.

Because what else could he tell him?

Taehyung watched him go, unable to move. He stared at the closed door long after his partner disappeared behind them. Only when he regained control of his own body did he begin to quickly gather equipment. He slung a black bomber jacket over his shoulders and started toward the exit, taking quick, decisive steps. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him, then headed up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. He entered the locker room for a moment more to pick up the clothes he had thrown into it in the morning from the locker, and finally set off towards the exit from the building. He was about to leave when he suddenly spotted Lee leaving one of the offices. The man was apparently on his way home as well.

"Hey Lee!" He called, and moved quickly towards him. He slipped his hand into the bomber jacket pocket and took out his wallet, so that when he opened it quickly, he pulled out the correct bill. "Thanks. I'm giving the money back," he said, holding out the money to him.

"Oh, sure. Thanks. No problem," that said, Lee took the bill from him and slipped it into the pocket of his pants, then looked at something at his feet and leaned forward to pick it up from the ground. "I think this fell out of your wallet," he said, holding the card out to Taehyung.

Kim looked down at his hand. He didn't recall having anything like that in his wallet, but took the leaflet curiously from him.

"Thanks," he said, smiling.

"Are you leaving too?" Lee asked, pointing towards the door. "If you want, I can drop you off somewhere. You said your car crashed..."

"No," he disagreed. He didn't feel like having awkward chats with an agent he barely knows. "Thanks, you don't have to. I'll be back by bus," he added quickly, forcing a gentle smile, and Lee nodded and ran towards the exit, leaving him alone in the empty hallway.

Taehyung looked at the flyer the man had handed him a moment ago. He had never seen it before, so he curiously spread it carefully in his hands. As he saw an invitation to tonight's live concert in one of the bars in Itaewon, his lips curled into an involuntary smile.

He didn't have to be a detective to know who might have put that leaflet in his wallet, and the thought of his night-dark eyes made him feel a thrill of excitement run down his strong back, curling his lips into a sensual smile .

***

The musician let his fingers dance on the guitar strings again, setting them in motion hard enough for black Ibanez to enchant a bar that was almost filled to the brim with its melody for the last time that evening. He sat still for a moment, without moving, with his eyes closed, listening to the slowly dying sound, and only when the string stopped vibrating did he open his eyes. His dark gaze shifted inside the room, scanning the faces of the crowd, although he had done it many times that evening, and he knew well that he would not find the one his black irises were trying so hard to find. He didn't know why, but he felt strangely disappointed that among the many unfamiliar faces he had missed the one person he wanted to see.

He didn't know why his gaze was still searching for him. He had no intention of getting involved in any closer relationship. He also wasn't planning on making too many new friends. He felt somewhere under his skin that he shouldn't be doing this. The fewer people knew about his existence, the better. With each new acquaintance, there was a risk that someone would find out who he really was, although at the moment he was not really sure himself.

He realized that his senses were more sensitive, especially his eyesight and hearing. Even in almost the greatest darkness, he could see everything perfectly. He was able to pick up sounds from a distance beyond human reach. He was stronger and faster than his stature and human abilities would indicate. The wounds on his skin healed in no time, and all he remembered from his past was a life that had never belonged to him.

He knew in his heart who he really was, but he had no idea how it was possible that he was still alive. He had nightmares that he didn't want to remember, and even though he tried to convince himself every morning that what he had seen in a dream was just another nightmare, he knew his nightmares were real.

He hadn't planned it.

When he found this guitar, he knew he couldn't give it up. Music was the only thing he loved so much. However, it was supposed to be just another evening during which he would play a great concert. Until now, he ignored all the taunts, repelling the advances of the girls who were hitting on him or that sexy bartender who he worked with and who flirted with him almost every day, but then he saw him...

He was so damn phenomenal.

It was enough for their eyes to cross, and for the rest of the evening he couldn't look away from him. There was something magical about him. At first, he wanted to ignore it and leave the bar as soon as possible before doing something he might regret later, but by some strange twist of fate, something completely different happened.

He didn't even know why he had decided to offer him sex that night. Maybe there was something about him that he was fucking attracted to, and he couldn't resist it, or maybe he just wanted to try whatever life had given him before someone decided to take it back from him again...

When he woke up alone in his apartment in the morning, and there was no trace of the sexy stranger, he should have been relieved, but he felt something completely different... He was disappointed. He was comfortable in his presence, and for some reason he wanted the feeling to last a little longer. But he told himself it would be better this way. He knew he shouldn't have a closer relationship with anyone, since he didn't even understand what he was actually doing here. He was tired of strange visions and memories that flooded him all the time. So it was better for him to remain just an anonymous musician with whom he spent a passionate night. However, when he noticed that the brunet's black bomber jacket was still hanging on the hanger, he couldn't stop the smile that pressed on his lips when he realized that sooner or later the stranger would again stand on the threshold of his apartment.

He was going to keep a cool head and keep his distance, but all he had to do was see him again, and all his decisions had gone to hell. He wanted so badly to be able to touch him again. This boy was like a drug. All he had to do was get closer, and he couldn't pull away, as if he was attracted to him like a magnet.

When he kissed him again...

He had never felt anything like this before. He could feel the blood in his veins spurting and his heart pounding in his chest like never before.

With him, he felt that he was really alive.

He knew he shouldn't do this, but he slipped a flyer advertising tonight's performance in the hopes that they might see each other again. The boy, however, apparently decided not to accept his invitation and did not show up at the bar, causing him to look for him all evening, feeling disappointed without meeting his dark eyes.

Perhaps that was what it was supposed to be like?

Feeling the bitter taste of disappointment on his tongue, Jeongguk moistened his lips and tossed a few words of thanks into the microphone for listening to his performance, then got up from his seat and turned his back on the crowd, slowly starting to gather his gear . He slipped the guitar pick between his soft lips and, holding it, unplugged the black Ibanez's power supply, then carefully put the guitar back in its case. He did it as delicately and carefully as if he was holding his greatest treasure in his hands. He placed the guitar in its case and held out his hand to run his fingers over the fingerboard for the last time that evening, as if to memorize this moment in his memory forever, then withdrew his hand and slowly lowered the lid.

"Great performance," a woman's voice suddenly said behind him, snapping him out of that strange trance, and he only got up from his crouch and grabbed the case in his fingers, lifting it off the ground in one smooth movement.

"Thanks," he said shortly, not even bothering to see who said it.

Whatever the person who complimented him was, he didn't feel like continuing this conversation. But he didn't want to be rude and act like an arrogant asshole who considers himself a big rock star, so he decided a short "thank you" would be enough. Without further explanation, he slung the case over his right shoulder and turned on his heel to leave the stage.

It was only when he did that a young woman appeared before his eyes. She was quite tall, or only her high heels added a few extra inches. Jeongguk didn't care what she looked like, so he didn't even notice whether her feet were decorated with stilettos from the new Louboutin collection or torn Converses. Her long, bleached, blonde hair fell in soft waves over her slender, bare shoulders, and her body was framed by a red dress that ended high above her knees. The stranger was staring at him with a coquettish smile on her lips as she curled a lock of bleached hair around her right index finger.

"I've been watching you all evening," she admitted when their eyes met for a brief moment.

Jeongguk only now measured her carefully from head to toe, then snorted under his breath. He wouldn't even count the number of times he'd heard such taunts in this week. He curled his lips in a ferocious smile and looked her straight in the eye.

"Then why don't you keep watching," he replied, and without a word more he walked past her, heading towards the bar.

He thought the girl said something under her breath, clearly outraged by the rejection, but he didn't even bother to focus his attention on her words, drowning in the sounds of rock music that filled the bar again, this time emanating from loudspeakers from the ceiling. He wasn't going to stop. He passed by the people gathered in the bar, headed towards the bar, and after a while he slipped behind it. He headed towards the small refrigerator and quickly bent down to take out the water bottle, which he always put in the fridge before a show. He could feel someone's eyes on him as he bent down, but he ignored it. He straightened up and quickly unscrewed the plastic cork. Bringing his neck to his lips, he took a few quick sips, letting the cold liquid wash over his throat. Swallowing, he raised his hand and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Only when he did so did he turn back and, as he had expected, a familiar silhouette of a dark-haired man appeared before his eyes.

"Why are you staring at me like you're undressing me with your eyes, San?" He asked, curving his lips into a ferocious smile.

He knew it was probably true. The young bartender did not hide the fact that he liked him. Almost from the very beginning, he tried to flirt with him, despite the fact that Jeongguk quenched his enthusiasm.

"Perhaps because I undress you with my eyes, Gguk," the bartender replied, once again shamelessly measuring him with his eyes, moving over his figure from head to toe, mercilessly slowly, as if he had an x-ray in his eyes and x-rayed him through.

Jeongguk huffed and, shaking his head, pressed the neck of the bottle to his mouth again to take a few more sips. The young bartender stood opposite him, leaning his hip against the bar and never taking his eyes off him. San had been hitting on him since they met, not hiding for a moment that he was interested in him and had to admit that the bartender was really attractive, but he had no intention of complicating his situation with romance at work. So he ignored his taunts all the time, although he had to admit that he was having a pretty good time doing it.

"Haven't you anything better to do than look at my ass?" He asked, teasing him. "There seems to be a bunch of customers waiting for their drinks over there," he added, pointing his chin at the group of young people lined up at the bar.

"I have my priorities," San replied, walking towards him. The bartender stopped a step in front of him and, reaching out his hands, straightened his thin T-shirt over his broad shoulders. "Are you sure you don't feel like waiting for me to finish my shift? I could drive you home..." He suggested, looking at his water-moist lips for a few moments.

"You know very well that I live around the corner," the guitarist said amused, to which San only sighed loudly, this time giving up. "I'll get going," Jeongguk said, raising the corners of his mouth in a gentle smile. "Good night, San," he added, and without waiting for the bartender to reply, he threw his leather jacket over his shoulders, grabbed the guitar again, and, throwing it over his shoulder, made for the back exit he always used to leave the bar unnoticed.

He could feel San's gaze on him until he closed the door behind him and was out of sight. He snorted under his breath and, shaking his head, started forward. The alley was, as usual, almost completely dark, but his keen senses allowed him to easily cover the distance that separated him from the motorcycle, parked almost at the end of the road. He slipped his hand into his pocket to take out the keys, when suddenly he heard someone's presence, he lifted his head abruptly and looked at his motorcycle.

He saw a black Harley in the same intact condition as he had left it when he arrived at work, but what was on him surpassed his wildest fantasies. He froze in place at the sight of it, his teeth instinctively gripping his arched lip, while his pitch-black eyes slowly moved over the silhouette of the man who now occupied his place.

The boy was staring directly at him with his bold, provocative gaze, while his slim, black jeans-clad legs tightly hugged his motorcycle. Broad shoulders, hidden under a black bomber jacket, were crossed on a shimmering helmet, shapely ass, slightly pushed back, creating a sexy bow. Dark, soft curls blew in the breeze, falling over those beautiful cat eyes, and Jeongguk only wished he could slip his long fingers into that dark hair and, pulling it, tilt his head back, so he could kiss this tempting lips, shiny from the saliva.

"Did you come to tell me I parked in a red zone again?" He finally asked, teasing.

His body, however, approached the stranger, as if some invisible force was drawing him to him once again. The boy was beautiful, and in this dark alley, lit only by the light of a flashing lantern, he looked downright phenomenal. His features had sharpened, yet he looked so ethereal, so sensual. Jeongguk couldn't take his eyes off him, and for a moment he was damn grateful it was so dark in the alley.

"Would you believe me if I said I'm here by chance?" The brunet replied, lifting his lips gently in a sensual smile.

"Considering I put the flyer about this show in your wallet myself..." Jeon began, still approaching him. He stopped when it was only one step ahead of him. From this distance, he could smell his perfume. Sensual, masculine and so damn soothing. "Sure," he finished, laughing at his own words.

He knew there was no randomness in it, and the boy had no doubt that this was where he would find him. It was also not hard to guess that his performance would end at about the same time as last time. He parked the motorcycle in the same spot every day. However, he would be lying if he said that he did not like the fact that the stranger was not here by a coincidence.

That he came here for him.

"Take me home with you," the dark-haired man suddenly ordered, finding his dark eyes again.

The words he said sounded more like an order than a question. His voice was incredibly sure, as if he didn't even have to ask if Jeongguk wanted it as well. The guitarist ran his tongue over his lower lip, struggling to suppress the smile that pressed against his lips. However, he managed to maintain his seriousness, took another step forward and stopped only inches from the brunet who was still sitting on his motorcycle, staring at him with the same defiant gaze. He liked his confidence.

He leaned down gently and cupped his hand over the boy's chin, turning his face closer to him. He stared at him for a moment, moving from dark irises that glistened vividly to soft lips, then finally protruding his tongue, he slid it over his lips. The brunet almost immediately parted his lips, letting Jeongguk's tongue slip into his mouth. The guitarist only teased his tongue with his for a moment, to finally suck on his tongue, deepening the kiss.

The young policeman gave the caress without hesitation. His hands gripped the musician's leather jacket, pulling him closer to him, and the guitarist pressed against his lips, tasting him greedily. It was only when their lungs began to rebel that Jeongguk moved away from him gently, letting his hot breath crash against the brunet's saliva wet lips. He looked up and found his dark eyes.

"I was afraid you wouldn't ask," he confessed, then stepped back slightly. "Take my guitar and move that sexy ass a little bit," he instructed, and Taehyung obeyed without a word.

He slung the case over his back and slipped the helmet over his head, which he gripped in his hands while he moved back to make room for the guitarist. Jeongguk took the place in front of him without hesitation and let the brunet's arms wrap around his narrow waist. He liked how his body fit perfectly with the line of his strong back. Curving his lips into a gentle smile, he started the engine and steered the motorcycle towards his apartment. The brunet clenched his hands on his black T-shirt, digging his fingers a little too hard into the tense abdominal muscles, but it didn't bother him. He wanted to feel his touch, even though his skin seemed to burn with living fire under the pads of his slender fingers.

With every meter he traveled, he felt the pressure on his lower stomach increase, and the heart in his chest was beating harder, matching the one he felt on his back. His breathing became shallow as well, as if he felt an almost physical urge to kiss him again. He didn't know why he felt that way with him. He didn't really even know his name, but he was drawn to him like a magnet.

When he felt the brunet's thighs tightening a little stronger around his thighs, and his fingers kneading on the black T-shirt, he was convinced that he felt it too. This growing anticipation. The desire to be as close as possible again. His hands tightened on the levers, and he accelerated, although he knew he was probably exceeding the speed limit in this area, he felt an almost irresistible urge to put their lips together again, kissing his parted lips as if it were the only thing he could do tonight, before he disappears again.

Seeing the outline of his block, he stopped the motorcycle in its permanent place, almost burning the rubber in the front tire, then dismounted quickly and grabbed the stranger's helmet to help him remove it. As he stared at him, he thought the time slowed for a moment, so he could watch his soft curls slide out from beneath his helmet and slowly fall over his dark cat eyes, staring at him with the same blazing gaze. He didn't wait a moment, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together in an almost feverish, chaotic kiss. The stranger laughed with that low, sensual voice directly into his lips, but never for a moment took his lips away from his. Kissing, they almost blindly climbed the steps leading to the entrance to the building. They only stopped when Taehyung's back touched a hard surface.

"I think you should open the door, if you do not want your neighbors to see us making out here," the brunet said amused, when the long-haired man finally decided to break their kiss. Jeongguk's forehead was still resting on his, letting his warm breath crash against his saliva-wet lips.

"As you already noted, I don't care too much about the rules. I don't care about my neighbors," the musician replied, but he moved away reluctantly enough for the man in front of him to move. "Zero, nine, zero, one," he said, pointing his chin at the keypad to enter the code, thus prompting Taehyung to punch the code into the lock. "My date of birth," he added, grinning like a little child.

Taehyung huffed under his breath and, shaking his head in disbelief, began to dutifully punch in the code, running his fingers over the cold panel that responded with a soft sound with each digit.

"You know it's the most irresponsible thing to password-protect important things with your birthday date?" He asked, though he didn't need to know the answer.

Jeongguk's hand almost involuntarily found his hip, entwining around him and pressing his body against his again, so that there was not even an inch of space between them, as if even that was too much, and the lips were pressed against the exposed nape of his neck, placing on it a wet kiss.

"Are you afraid that someone will steal me?" He asked, his lips pressed against the smooth skin that smells sensually of perfume with a distinct peppery note. "As you can see, I'm a strong boy. I can take care of myself."

"You like breaking the rules huh?" Kim continued, looking at him again as he finished punching in the code.

When the door made a distinctive noise, announcing that the lock had released. Taehyung pushed it with his hand and slipped inside the stairwell, but paused on the threshold, not knowing if he should take the initiative and lead it on, even though he knew exactly where to go. Jeongguk, however, took his hand and, clasping theirs together, led him up the stairs to the top floor where his apartment was located. As he led him up the stairs, he looked at him over his shoulder.

"I assume you like to stick to the rules, huh?" He guessed, measuring him carefully with his eyes. But Taehyung saw the soft smile playing on the musician's lips. "Is that why you sneaked out in the morning before I could open my eyes?" He asked, though he did not expect an answer at all.

He knew the answer to that question, but he enjoyed teasing him.

"That's how it should be done, shouldn't it? I shouldn't have told you my name, asked you to stay overnight, and then put some leaflets in your wallet to find me again... I shouldn't take you home with me the second night in a row and fuck you again like there's no tomorrow yet... You're here..." he added, feeling a pleasant pressure in his lower stomach at the thought.

"I didn't say breaking the rules is sometimes not..." Taehyung replied, a bit embarrassed. "Nice..." he finished, swallowing hard at the mere memory of the events of the night before.

Jeongguk climbed to the top, then pulled his hand to pull him towards him. With one efficient movement, he swapped their places and pressed his body against the door of his apartment.

"Nice?" He repeated as if he couldn't believe his words. "You're hurting my ego. Then I guess I have to try better today, huh?" That said, he leaned over and moved his tongue over the brunet's neck to finally suck his skin into his mouth.

Taehyung held his breath, clenching his hands on the musician's leather jacket. He could feel his strong body pressing against his, and the smooth lips caress his neck exactly in a place that almost drove him insane. He felt so good that he closed his eyes, and his hands traveled along the guitarist's strong back, finally sliding into the pitch-dark hair, pressing his lips tighter against his skin. His lips parted, allowing a soft sigh that he could no longer hold back from escaping. The guitarist said nothing and continued his caresses, but he could have sworn his lips curved into a victorious smile. It took a long moment to move away from him, and he almost immediately found his dark eyes.

"I'm one of those who think that some rules are made to be broken. But if you care so much about the rules... I'll make it clear. I think life is too short to deny yourself anything you damn want to do, and now... I fucking want you. I don't know if I won't be leaving soon, so I'm not going to get involved with anyone. I don't want to get involved in something that doesn't have a future. I don't like breakups. I can't promise I'll be here tomorrow, but now... I want to spend another night with you, even if it means I'm breaking some silly rules."

Taehyung swallowed hard, trying to contain the emotions that seemed to literally burn his body from within, and cleared his throat gently to regain his confidence.

"I recently ended a long-term relationship, and I'm not ready for a new one, so you definitely don't have to worry about that. I'm not gonna be your boyfriend," he said finally. "I'm here because I had a damn bad day, and you make me feel better for some strange reason. And sex with you is... Sex is fucking amazing, so I'm not gonna care if the one-night stand should be for one night, not two. Besides, just because you took me to your place, doesn't mean you'll be the one fucking me. I have something completely different planned for this night. I'm going to walk into this apartment, push you against the wall and fuck you until you forget your name, then I'll lie naked on your bed watching the fucking stars and looking at the moonlight glide across your sexy body. And if you want, you can also make me breakfast in the morning, because I have an empty fridge at home, and after that night, I'm sure I'll be fucking hungry."

"Oh, sh-it," the guitarist swore, letting the air out of his lungs loudly. "Can you repeat from that part when you push me against the wall..." he choked out with difficulty. "That was fuckin' sexy."

Taehyung shook his head and snorted lightly under his breath, then placed his hands on the guitarist's chest and pushed him away.

"Open that door before I change my mind," he ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Officer!" The guitarist replied, straightening his imposing body, and Kim shook his head again.

Jeongguk slipped his hand into the pocket of his black jeans and quickly took the keys out of it. He opened the door as fast as he could and pushed it just enough for the brunet to enter, gesturing at the same time for him to slide inside. The stranger did not hesitate for a moment. He entered the apartment, turned on the light and pushed the guitar off his back, leaning it carefully against the wall beside the bed, then pulled the black bomber jacket off his shoulders and turned to Jeongguk. The guitarist quickly closed the apartment door behind them, this time even making sure that he closed the bolt and turned to face him. As he did so, Taehyung was standing right in front of him.

Not intending to hold back any longer, the brunet approached him, raised his hands and grabbed the laps of his leather jacket. He slipped the fabric off his broad shoulders and hung it on a hanger near the door, then grabbed the black T-shirt that concealed the musician's athletic body. As his cold hands slide under the thin fabric, Jeongguk's abdominal muscles tensed at his touch, but that didn't stop him. He lifted his T-shirt up, quickly revealing the milky skin beneath it, and pulled it over the musician's head, tugging at his tar-dark hair. He didn't bother to hang it aside, he just let it fall from his hand, letting it fall to the ground beside their feet, then leaned forward and, stretching his lips in a sensual smile, slide his tongue out of his mouth to move it across the man's sternum.

But he didn't stop there. He placed his hands on his narrow hips and, pushing him against the wall, moving his lips lower, alternately licking and kissing the taut skin. Lowering his lips down, he kept eye contact with the guitarist all the time, and he liked it so damn much that with every inch he went, the musician's eyes seemed to deepen their blackness and his breathing quickened. As his fingers slipped into the waistband of his black jeans, unbuttoning it painfully slowly, he was sure Jeongguk was aroused enough. So he wasn't surprised to see a distinct bulge in his dark boxer shorts. At this sight, he ran his tongue over his lower lip, deliberately leaving a layer of saliva on it, and then looked at the guitarist, who did not take his eyes off him for a second. He grabbed his right and then left leg and quickly removed his heavy boots, tossing them aside. He raised his hands again, tightened his fingers around the elastic of his boxers, and pushed them down, quickly freeing the man's legs.

Only when he tossed his pants aside did he look back at his legs. He looked from his carved calves, over strong thighs, to his crotch. As expected, the guitarist's cock was now semi hard. He could easily see its head gleam gently, making saliva rush into his mouth and his stomach muscles contract in a rush of excitement. Not wanting to hold back any longer, he clamped his hand around the shaft of his cock and, sticking his tongue out, ran it along its entire length, finally sucking the pink head between his lips, receiving an erotic groan from the guitarist in response .

He stimulated him like that for a long moment, his tongue whirling around the hardening manhood. He fucking liked the fact that with each move of his lips, he could feel his cock harden and twitch in his mouth. All the time he was staring into the guitarist's dark, pitch black eyes, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum and his ever shallower breathing. Eventually, however, he moved away from him, allowing the man's cock to just slip out of his mouth and smiled at him sensually. Not wanting to completely stop caressing him, he stimulated him all the time with his hand, clenching his fist tighter and tighter, making smooth but decisive movements. Every now and then, he deliberately teased the swollen head with his thumb, tearing out another broken curse.

"I saw your performance tonight," he finally confessed, licking his lips as if to drink his taste off them.

The truth was, Jeongguk was still on the scene when he got there. So he couldn't resist watching him for a moment. He crept up the back door and slipped into the bar. He stood in the shadows, not showing his presence, but he couldn't take his eyes off him. He looked at him with undisguised fascination, absorbing every minute of his performance.

"And when I was looking at you..." he continued, recalling the memories of the feelings that lived in him when he stood in the dark bar, watching the black-haired musician. "I couldn't stop thinking about one thing..."

"Did you imagine my fingers gliding over your body and not the fretboard of my guitar?" the guitarist asked, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper, as if he wanted to seduce him.

"No," Kim replied, lifting the corners of his mouth in a sensual smile.

Though, he would lie to say that he didn't want to feel those slender fingers dancing inside him again. This time, however, he had something completely different in his plans, and he had no intention of stopping.

"I wanted to hear that hoarse, sexy voice say my name..." he admitted, rising from his knees.

He straightened up and looked the guitarist straight in the eye, then raised his right hand and grasped his long, dark hair, tilting his head back. He moved his fingertips along his exposed neck with fascination, finally digging into his lips, shamelessly sticking his tongue inside his mouth.

"Taehyung," he said quickly, finally breaking the kiss. "My name is Taehyung," he repeated.

Without waiting for the musician's response, he swiftly turned his body back to back and pressed it tighter against the wall, his fingers still gripping the long, jet black strands, tilting his head back. He brought his lips to the man's ear and, pressing them against the delicate petal, muttered sexily:

"You don't need to hold back, I don't mind if your neighbors would remember my name too..."

"Then show me what you got, Taehyung..." the black-haired man gasped.

As soon as this challenge rolled from his lips, Jeongguk curved his lips into a beautiful arc, then tilted his head back tighter and pressed their lips together in a hot kiss. They kissed for a long time, pressing their bodies to each other almost along their entire length. The guitarist sucked on the brunet's lower lip and continued the kiss, even as he felt his slender hands release his hair to hastily undo the belt of his pants. Taehyung disposed of his clothes in the blink of an eye and, tossing them aside, took a condom from his wallet. He lifted it to his mouth and opened the wrapping with his teeth, tearing it apart, then ran his hand up and down his cock several times. It didn't take long to get aroused enough for his cock to stick out proudly, ready to be used. He slipped on the condom and approached the guitarist again.

"Do you like it when it burns a little?" He asked, biting his lower lip, though he knew the answer to that indecent question before the last word hung on the tip of his tongue.

"I love it," the guitarist replied, making Taehyung smile sexy.

He pressed the guitarist's body against the wall again, pushing hard against it. Slipping a knee between his strong, bare thighs, he forced him to spread his legs wider, then slipped a hand between his ass cheeks and began to circle his entrance, teasing the delicate skin with the tips of his saliva-wet fingers. With each passing moment, Taehyung felt his excitement grow, lighting his body with almost living fire. His heart was beating hard like never before, and his breath caught in his throat, crashing against the guitarist's exposed neck.

He would rather enter him quickly, sliding into him as deep as he could, balls deep. He dreamed of being able to feel his hard cock stretching the guitarist's velvet walls, and he wanted to lose himself in this ecstasy, but he didn't want to hurt him. So he gripped his earlobe in his teeth and, biting it lightly to distract him, slipped his fingers into him. He did it slowly, letting the musician get used to the feeling of stretching. It wasn't until he felt his body relax again that he began to gently move his hand, repeating to him like a mantra how sexy he was.

After a while, he was sure the guitarist was ready enough for them to continue, so he pulled his fingers out of him. He grabbed his cock and steered it toward his entrance, slowly pushing his hips forward. His left hand found Jeongguk's hand. He laced their fingers together and pressed their bodies even tighter. He was still wearing the thin cotton T-shirt that was sticking to his sweaty back, and he wished so damn that he could feel the guitarist's bare skin against his. He had no intention of worrying about such trivialities, however, when he felt a fire burning in the weave of his thighs, spreading to every, even the smallest cell of his body. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this.

"Oh, fuck," Jeongguk groaned as Taehyung pushed his hips forward again and, with another strong thrust, struck directly into his prostate. "Oh Taehyung!"

"You like it?" Kim asked, struggling to pronounce the words into the musician's ear.

It was more than obvious to him that the young guitarist enjoyed it as much as he did, but he could see how his words affected the black-haired man. Jeongguk was certainly auditory sensitive. Every time he whispered something in his ear, he felt his body shivering, and he loved that so damn much. His hips were still moving back and forth, making quick, deep thrusts at exactly the right angle that his hard cock rubbed against his prostate. From time to time, however, he slowed down to deliberately make a sensual circle with his hips, stretching the delicate walls, driving the guitarist insane. He knew exactly how it worked for him. He could feel his entrance tighten around his throbbing cock every time he slides into him balls deep, and he heard his choppy moans as his swollen head once again hit that very sensitive point, sending him into the abyss of pleasure.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" He asked, running his tongue over the guitarist's sweaty neck. "When I fuck you balls deep? You like it?"

"Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah!" The black-haired man confirmed, gasping for breath.

Taehyung gripped his hair tightly, now slightly damp with sweat, and tilted his head back stronger, pulling his body firmly against his, and pressed his hips forward once more. He could feel he was close, but he didn't want to end this way. So he moved away from him and, backing slightly, slipped carefully out of his interior, then turned Jeongguk towards him.

The boy was breathing quickly, gasping for air through parted lips. His chest rose in chaotic breathing. He noticed the tiny beads of sweat that adorned his skin here and there. Dark jet black hair fell over his shoulders, and pitch black eyes nearly devoured him. The guitarist looked so phenomenal that for a moment he almost took his breath away.

Jeongguk looked like a fucking god he could pray to all night long, and for a moment he had an almost irresistible urge to drop to his knees again in front of him.

He didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful than this naked man standing a few inches in front of him. Pushed by some strange impulse, he grabbed his narrow waist and propped him up so that the young musician could wrap his waist with his strong thighs, then without thinking he walked with him towards the bed, simultaneously joining their lips in another passionate kiss.

He crossed the room blindly and climbed onto the bed. He placed him on his back and settled himself between his strong thighs. He slipped into him again without asking. This time, however, his movements became a bit calmer, more sensual. He moved in him like the waves of the ocean, making long, measured thrusts, penetrating him in such a way as to give him unforgettable pleasure. Jeongguk almost instinctively wrapped his thighs around his hips, pressing his body tighter against his, his strong hands grasping the last thing that kept separating their bodies. He pulled his T-shirt up and almost tore it off his torso, as if he too felt an almost painful urge to finally feel his naked, warm body against his.

"Oh, Jeongguk!" Kim groaned, feeling the musician tighten around his cock. "Fuck, I'll be right there!" He choked out.

"Oh, yes. Cum inside me," the black-haired man muttered directly to his ear, then arched his back into an arc, tightening his velvet walls around his cock, which once again began to slide into him, filling him almost to the brim.

Taehyung pushed forward again, slipping into him as deep as he could, and came with a loud gasp. He regretted so damn much that he was still wearing the condom. He wanted to come in him. He dreamed of feeling his velvety walls against his bare skin. He wanted to fill him with his cum, then watch it drip down his sculpted thighs, as they still tremble from the experienced orgasm as the guitarist's body slowly comes back from his erotic high. He knew that the guitarist was also close, so he still didn't stop moving in him, wanting to give him an equally wonderful fulfillment. To his surprise, however, the musician grabbed the base of his cock, stopping the coming orgasm. He lifted himself up on his strong forearms and with a quick, agile movement, swapped them places, placing Taehyung on his back before the young policeman had time to realize what was happening.

Kim parted his lips to ask why the boy had suppressed his orgasm, but before he could even say a word, the long-haired boy's lips curled into a sexy, mischievous smile and the guitarist grabbed him by his calf, pulling his body down to find himself between his legs, then he lifted his right leg and put it on his arm.

"I want to come inside you," he explained, moistening his lips, then reached out and gripped the box of condoms that lay on his nightstand, exactly where they had left them the night before.

He tore open the packaging with his teeth and with one agile movement slipped the condom over his swollen cock. When he looked back at Taehyung's, his eyes were burning with lust. The guitarist grabbed his ankle and, looking him straight in the eye, ran his lips along his calf, slowly moving towards his slim thigh.

"You have extremely sexy legs," the musician admitted. "Rarely does a guy have such shapely legs... You have such slender thighs..." he said, sliding his lips over his skin, and Taehyung almost held his breath.

Nobody has ever touched him with such adoration. What the guitarist was doing made him almost dizzy. It seemed to him that everything around him was gone, and the world stopped for a moment. The musician got to his knees and shifted his body against his, slowly pressing against his entrance. He hadn't stretched him before, but he was so fucking excited, he didn't mind that he felt a little pain. The discomfort did not last long. It was enough for Jeongguk to slide into him slowly, all the while caressing his thigh with his lips to make him feel as if he had just hit heaven. Almost immediately, he tightened on his length, wanting to give him an equally unforgettable pleasure. He knew that a guitarist didn't need much to come. He saw how excited he was when he fucked into him a moment ago. The boy stopped his orgasm almost at the last moment.

Jeongguk didn't wait long. As soon as he slipped into him balls deep, he began to move within him, making long, smooth thrusts. As his hips moved sensually, the pitch-dark eyes of the musician almost devoured the man lying beneath him.

"Oh, Jeongguk," Kim sighed, feeling the guitarist's cock stimulate his prostate.

Even though he had just had an orgasm, he felt that with each movement of the guitarist's hips, his orgasm was building up again in the tense lower abdomen. His breathing quickened again, mingling with that sweet breath of the black-haired man squirming over him in hot ecstasy.

"Oh, Tae, I'll be right there," the guitarist groaned, feeling that he could no longer hold back the orgasm that slowly climbed his sweaty back, sliding down his spine to find an outlet in the weave of chiseled thighs.

In response, the young policeman pulled him close and pressed their lips together in another hot kiss, sucking on his tongue and letting the musician come with a loud sigh.

He held him in his arms long after the musician's body fell over his naked body, fusing with him once again, and his name once again rolled off Jeongguk's lips, so sensually pronounced with that damn sexy, hoarse voice, exactly in the way he had dreamed of watching him perform while hidden in a corner of a packed bar hours before.

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Ayashee:

The next chapter of "The Crow" is behind us. How do you like it?

This time we learned a bit more about Taehyung's past.

Do you think his parents' story has anything to do with what happened to Jeongguk's family?

Taekook's romance grows more intense with each subsequent meeting, but they still don't know much about each other. What do you think will happen when Jeongguk finds out that the handsome brunet is also a police officer?

xoxo

Edit: Only now I noticed that wattpad sometimes cut out words in this chapter. I hope I was able to find everything and the errors have been corrected. However, if you see somewhere that the sentence suddenly ends, please let me know. Sorry for the inconvenience.