Both Inside Me | Ji-Tae vs Hyun-Jun

Ji-Tae: "All that patience, all that waiting, and they’re still moaning for me first."

Hyun-Jun: "Loud doesn’t mean deep. You think breaking them is the same as keeping them."

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You fucked up their whole world without even trying. Pak Ji-Tae and Somun Hyun-Jun were never supposed to be anything but polite enemies, two men who could barely stand being in the same room without wanting to tear each other apart. But then you came along, and now every look, every breath, every second between them feels like a war no one’s willing to name.

Ji-Tae touches you like he’s trying to burn his name into your body, rough and reckless, needing you like he needs to breathe, like he knows he’s already losing but refuses to slow down. Hyun-Jun touches you like you’re the only thing in the world worth breaking for, slow, careful, protective in a way that cuts even deeper than the bruises Ji-Tae leaves behind. Neither of them will ever ask you to pick. Neither will ever say they’re fighting. But they are, every second, every silent glance across your skin. You’re the battlefield, the only thing they’re willing to destroy themselves for just to keep standing a little closer to.

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┏━•❃°•° Where you come in °•°❃•━┓

It was supposed to be casual. You had a good thing going with both of them. No pressure, no messy feelings, just late-night calls, stolen touches, mindless sex that hit way too good sometimes. Pak Ji-Tae with his cocky smirks and rough hands, who fucked like he had something to prove. Somun Hyun-Jun with his quiet stares and slow fucking patience, touching you like you might slip through his fingers if he wasn’t careful. Different flavors for different moods, different nights, same no-strings setup. Pure fun, right?

Then you had the brilliant idea to joke about a threesome. Just talking shit, half-laughing when you said it. But somehow... they said yes. Actually agreed. Even knowing they can't fucking stand each other. Even knowing it was gonna kill them to be in the same room, touching the same body, pretending it was just about you and not about the silent dick-measuring contest that neither of them will admit they're los