This story follows the twins, Ming and Khwan, friends of Ung-ing. When the two completely opposite twins fall for the same person one being a passive gay and the other an assertive gay—who will become the one and only love for both of them?
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Electronic beats thundered through the massive club, the crowd moving wildly in sync with the rhythm. Bodies brushed against each other, drinks sloshed, laughter rose and fell—an atmosphere so lively that the stand‑in DJ onstage felt more relaxed here than staring at traffic jams for hours.
A gorgeous woman in a cropped camisole, showing off creamy curves, and a tight black leather skirt looked up at the slightly elevated DJ booth.
Their eyes met—just a brief second, but enough for something to click. Even with a mask on, his tall frame and broad shoulders were attractive enough to make anyone fall for him.
She didn't seem close to anyone she came with. The only thing she paid real attention to was the alcohol she kept raising to her bright red lips. She swayed softly to the music, smiling up at the young DJ the whole time.
Heh. He was being flirted with. Hard.
She grabbed another drink and held it up toward him. And because she was beautiful—and because it's only natural to get to know someone like her—he accepted it without a second thought.
A handsome man on stage, a sexy woman below—everyone knew how these encounters usually ended in a club. It wasn't a mystery.
The woman in black kept holding up drinks to him, again and again, as if waiting for the moment he'd come down and take her out of there.
While exchanging glances with her, he suddenly saw a thick, unfamiliar hand slip into her space and switch out her drink right in front of his eyes. A man from the next table but he couldn't see who.
Playing dirty, huh.
He leaned toward the real DJ and whispered for him to take over. Long legs stepped off the stage, weaving quickly through the mass of dancers. But when he reached the spot where she had been smiling at him moments before she was already gone.
"What's with you? Why'd you suddenly get off the stage?" his DJ friend called out, confused by his urgency.
"That girl got drugged. Someone probably dragged her out already I'm going after them." He blurted it out before sprinting out of the club, not noticing that no one followed.
Shouts and the sound of people fighting erupted behind him, pulling his friend's attention away as the owner called guards to handle the chaos inside.
The tall man burst out into the parking lot. Whoever those guys were, they were definitely bad news they were shoving the woman into a car parked just outside camera range.
It wasn't far, but his pace slowed. His steps wavered.
He felt dizzy way too dizzy for someone who'd only had a couple drinks.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
Instinct kicked in. Even short of breath, he rushed forward, wanting to stop them from forcing her into the car. But when he reached them, he realized there weren't just three or four men—there were a dozen.
"He's here," someone muttered, as if they'd been waiting for him.
"So you're the DJ who thinks he can steal my woman?" the heavyset man sneered, pointing at the woman whose arms were pinned by two men. She twisted and struggled, but she didn't cry she only begged her so‑called husband to stop.
"Please don't…" she pleaded weakly.
"Mind your own damn business!" the big man barked before turning back to him.
"Let her go, right now. I'm.."
His words broke apart. His voice was hoarse. Breathing ragged.
He could barely keep himself upright. Sweat poured down his face, his shirt clinging to him as he steadied himself with one hand on a nearby car, the other clutching the left side of his chest. His vision blurred; the world tilted.
They didn't help him. They didn't even look surprised.
As if they knew exactly why he was falling apart.
"The drug's kicking in. What now, boss?" one of the lackeys asked, forming a tight circle around him to block the view from anyone passing by.
"Get him in the car," the big man ordered coldly. "Same routine as always. Beat him till he's half-dead, film it, and blackmail him. Let him learn who the hell he's messing with for trying to touch what's mine."
Dozens of men swarmed in, forcefully dragging the dazed young woman into a waiting car, parked among a group of filthy thugs. No one saw, no one knew, no one could help. The threatening words from the ugly, burly men triggered the young man's instincts he had to resist at all costs, or everything, his future, everything, would be lost for sure.
The beautiful woman was pulled into the car with the bulky, fat man who seemed to be the gang leader and, if he guessed correctly, probably her husband…
"Get in the car, damn it!"
A group of men were wrestling someone toward a car, shoving and dragging him in with difficulty. Headlights swept across them, startling everyone as a horn blared.
BEEEEEP!!
"What the hell are you guys doing?"
Two young men got out of their car, seeing the struggling figure being forced inside. With how violently he resisted, it was obvious he wasn't going willingly.
"Mind your own damn business!" one of the men barked back, which only pissed off the newcomers even more.
"H-Help…"
The faint, hoarse plea was enough for the night owls to grasp exactly what was going on.
"Oi! You drugged him, didn't you, you assholes?! Khwan, grab the guns from the car."
The taller, leaner man hurried back, retrieved two pistols, and handed one over. Without a hint of fear, the other aimed straight at the group.
"Let him go, or I start shooting legs—one per person."
"Fine! Whatever! You know this guy or something? Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
"I swear I'll pistol-whip all of you."
The drugged man—a big guy in a black mask, limp and swaying—was shoved so hard he crashed straight into the taller man, both of them stumbling over the hood.
THUD!!
"Get the hell out of my sight before I really get mad."
He waved the gun, smirking, and the group finally backed off and sped away.
VROOOOOOM—
"You..You guys!!"
Once the thugs were gone, another cry for help came but not from the drugged victim.
It was from the older twin, now being aggressively kissed, groped, and clung to by the dazed stranger, his clothes half-torn and his mind obviously gone.
SHOVE!!
"Khwan! He's trying to screw me—help!!"
"HAHAHA—he's your size too, Ming!"
"Urgh—Khwan, you bastard, come get him off me! He's got a death grip, I'm serious!"
"Hahaha what the hell was he drugged with? He's strong as hell. Take off his mask before he suffocates!"
FWIP!
"Damn—he's handsome, Ming."
"Handsome my ass he's squeezing me like I'm his damn boyfriend!"
"Should we dunk him in cold water or something? Look at him—he's burning up and, uh, hard as hell. If we don't cool him down he might actually pass out."
"Where the hell am I supposed to take him?! He won't let go!"
The heavyset man, eyes half‑lidded and face dripping sweat, clung to and kissed the stranger like they'd been lovers for years. The tattooed older twin struggled, trying to pry off those strong arms, but the man's drug-fueled lust was raging uncontrollably.
"I'll drive. Just carry him up." Khwan said as he got behind the wheel.
"Where the hell are we going?" the tattooed twin growled, still pushing at the man stuck to him like glue.
"Condo, probably. If we go to a hotel, people will think we drugged him. The condo's close less suspicious that way."
The older twin hauled the drugged, dazed man into the backseat while the younger twin drove them back to their place. The backseat jostled and rocked as the two large bodies wrestled—one clinging desperately while the other pushed him off.
The younger twin even had the nerve to set up his camera and record the chaos, laughing the whole way. He had never seen anyone overpower his top-energy older brother like this before.
When they arrived at the condo and got inside, Ming had to drag the man—still nuzzling and biting him—into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, drenching both of them, and alternated between pouring water over him and giving firm slaps to snap him back to reality.
A thick hand gripped Ming's neck tightly, long wet hair falling away to reveal a sharply handsome face with pleading eyes. Their bodies rubbed against each other, the man pressing against Ming, straining in his pants.
Clearly, he had been drugged far too heavily.
"He's not coming down! Khwan, help me! Should we take him to the hospital?" Ming shouted toward his twin, who was talking on the phone outside.
"The doctor said you just need to help him… release. The more, the better. The doctor's out of town," Khwan replied as he stepped inside—only to find two half-naked muscular bodies tangled together, rubbing against each other like a live sex scene.
"Can't I just let him go?" Ming grunted, losing the strength to fight off the drugged man's hands and mouth.
"If you let him go, he'll end up on someone else anyway. Look at him burning up—those guys probably would've gang-raped him. Might've even killed him. He seems to really like you. I kinda… want to see him handle someone big. Just help him, bro," Khwan said, licking his lips, eyes glinting.
"Are you insane? What if he's a top? I'm not risking it—help me," Ming groaned, voice low, a mix of fear and desire.
"How exactly?" Khwan raised a brow. Normally, they stayed out of each other's sex lives—one was a top, the other a bottom.
"Let him take you," Ming said bluntly, glancing at the man's impressive erection.
"But he wants you," Khwan said, clearly intrigued. The twins never fought over anyone they were too close, too willing to give in to each other.
"I'm not letting anyone else touch me. You let him, and I'll help you handle him," Ming added.
Khwan's eyes widened in shock and excitement. His brother had never offered anything like this before.
"A… sandwich? With you, bro?" he grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I'm hard as hell… but he definitely wants to top. You get on your knees for him first, help him out."
"This is insane. I've never done anyone with you before," Khwan muttered, stripping as he stepped closer to the big man, desire burning in his eyes.
"Shut up and help me. Now."