(Ming)
One of the wildest, most spine‑tingling nights the two of us—twin brothers—ever had happened right then. We were on our way into the second club after getting into a fight in the first one. Our friends had already gone home, but my brother and I still wanted to drink, dance, and shake off the heat simmering in our chests.
While circling around looking for a parking spot, we saw a commotion—a group of men struggling with someone. At first it looked like the guy was just dead drunk, but he wasn't.
He'd been drugged.
So we stepped in to help this someone who was being dragged toward a car. But the moment we pulled him away, the drugged guy shoved me against the hood and suddenly got all over me—hungry, desperate. His hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my cock hard, heat flooding through his palm in a way that made goosebumps race down my spine. I hate to admit it, but the sudden spark low in my stomach... yeah, it hit hard. My dick hardened right into his grip.
Inside the car, he clung to me, touching, rubbing. His body was thick and solid, muscles tight and defined. Every time our bodies brushed, my thoughts scattered. Never imagined two beefy guys like us could make me feel that kind of want.
His big, trembling body practically begged for it. And even though we knew we shouldn't… well, after drinking that much, self‑control doesn't really exist. What was supposed to be a night out looking for a one‑night stand turned into taking home someone we hadn't planned on.
My twin and I like similar things, but not exactly the same—he's a bottom, I'm a top. Khwan likes handsome, fit guys like this one. I prefer slimmer, cute types like Ung‑Ing. But after Ung‑Ing bulked up and got himself a boyfriend, I kinda drifted toward watching guys like him anyway.
I'll admit it—this guy was hot. Sharp features, strong jaw, that intimidating aura men who train seriously often have. And judging by how he moved, he knew exactly what he was doing in bed.
We… screwed each other senseless.
Three of us, tangled together like a damn sandwich, him right in the middle.
It wasn't until we woke up later that we learned he wasn't just "some guy."
No he was a deputy traffic inspector, nine years older than us. His name was Mee. Good thing I'm a rich kid and not afraid of anyone cop or not even though I ride illegally every damn day.
Maybe he wasn't pleased that he couldn't get the upper hand with us, but hey he was the one who started it, and we matched perfectly in bed. Even if we jokingly called each other husband and wife, none of us actually gave the other any real status. At most… we were addicted to the thrill.
The deputy inspector always came home stressed from work, but once he blew off steam with us, he'd pass out instantly—adorably, like some oversized baby.
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Deputy Traffic Inspector Mee
"Same grumpy face as always. I told you traffic work is boring as hell."
Traffic cops and road accidents had somehow become inseparable no one knew since when. All we knew was that he'd helped so many accident victims that his uniform was soaked in blood.
"I know drivers are assholes. That's why I'm here."
A fellow officer drove over to check the scene after another accident. No matter where it happened within his jurisdiction or nearby Deputy Inspector Mee always arrived first, quicker than the rescue teams, doing whatever he could to prevent secondary crashes.
"Sorry… didn't mean to make you think about the past. But even if you're a traffic cop, idiots aren't going anywhere," his friend said, patting his shoulder gently.
"…Yeah. True. But I still wanna do this."
The selfishness of people never diminishes; if anything, it grows alongside the world's development. Comfort, self-interest, greed—they've become normal… a kind of normal that allows people to hurt others without conscience, inflicting pain with the utmost inhumanity, and then shrug it off as if nothing happened.
Those who say they were "unlucky to die like that"—that only applies to people who fail to respect the rules of coexistence, causing others to lose their lives.
Why are some people given privileges above others, able to spin the world around themselves shamelessly? If you want to share the world with others, you must follow the same rules everyone else follows…
That is what should happen, yet no one ever does.
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At six o'clock in the evening, during the twilight hour, traffic in the city churned along as usual. The rain, reluctant to fall, started to drizzle lightly. No one knew why it always rained at rush hour. Cars on the road were already chaotic, and the wet streets turned the situation into complete chaos.
Everyone wanted to get home, avoid the rain, and heed the police's warnings to drive carefully. Not a single day passed without accidents. Years ago, a simple, warm family parents, older brother, younger sister lived peacefully… until, suddenly, two female members of the family were taken from us forever.
A pickup truck and a sports car, speeding as if on a racetrack, came off the expressway and collided with a small white family car on the left lane, traveling at less than eighty kilometers per hour. The force sent the car carrying a mother and daughter returning from kindergarten smashing into a truck hundreds of meters ahead. Neither mother nor daughter ever made it home.
The two of us, father and son, held a quiet funeral, barely speaking, unable to face each other. Tears threatened to spill constantly. The guilty parties were unharmed. The sports car driver was a rich kid, so his parents sent lawyers and police to negotiate; he didn't even show up. The pickup driver was hot-headed and rude, blaming the car, the wet road, even the mother who had been there.
We could do nothing but negotiate quietly, because there was nothing else to be done. Roads, vehicles, and drivers would always be humanity's curse. The streets remained an executioner that no one could escape.
A kid who once dreamed of becoming a musician had his life derailed into becoming a traffic cop.
Vrrrrrrrr
"Lately, you've been acting strange, Deputy Mee," a fellow officer remarked, noticing his restless glances left and right whenever the roar of a Japanese GTR cut through the air.
"Nothing, I just…"
"Did you see a GTR hit someone?"
"No… never mind."
No One Club
The nightlife district in the heart of the city wasn't just crowded with locals; tourists from all over the world mixed in, dancing and enjoying themselves. The club owner, a tall half-breed with a cocky, almost Yakuza-like attitude, faced off with a former classmate from middle school—someone he used to play music with. Out of the three friends, he was the only one who had followed his dream. The other two had joined the police force—not out of passion, but out of duty.
"Why are you here alone? And where's DJ Mee, my good buddy? Haven't seen him around lately. Is work keeping him that busy?" The former classmate immediately clapped his arm around the casually dressed officer, his short, neat hair making him look sharp, as he joined the club owner who was scanning the crowd for the missing friend. Usually, the three of them came together as special DJs at No One Club.
"Ever since he said he'd go help that woman that day, he hasn't come back to the club. I don't even know how he's doing."
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"Don't know. I haven't seen any women show up at the precinct. No calls from any girls either. Maybe he got caught up in another road accident. He tends to go quiet whenever something happens."
"People with scars in their hearts are scary, huh? He probably thinks that just having more traffic officers on the road could mean fewer deaths, fewer losses…"
"He should have a girlfriend, someone to take care of him."
"One is enough? I've seen cops like you dating two or three at the same time, always busy spreading attention around."
"Come to think of it, I've noticed a certain car parked nearby talking to him quite often lately."
"Who?"
"Mr. Hong's son's car."
"Hmm… you mean that hellish twin?"