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Here's the alternate, ahem, love scene. This is between Seunghye and Yongguk and takes place after part 19. I will be having a completely different ending so look forward to that. Also, their personalities are very different in the endings so anything Yongguk did in the other, doesn't necessarily mean he'd have that personality in this. Same thing for Youngjae that he wouldn't be exactly the same in the other ending.

IMPORTANT! Alright readers this is a flirty to steamy to smut scene. This is how it's set up. This is 4 different parts I'm combining because I feel like for it to mesh well, it wouldn't work to do it over four days. So mind you, it's pretty damn long but I think it's well worth it.

Now with each part it goes one step further. The first one is all good for everyone, hardly even PG-13! But if you want more you can keep going.

Parts: all found on card one

WARNING: Mature, gang related content, sexual scene

Youngjae sighs. "Seunghye I'm so happy you came back."

He sits down next to me on the couch and puts his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. "I know you weren't gone long, but it felt so lonely without you. You have a beautiful way of making this room a lot less suffocating."

I move away from him. "I actually came here because I wanted to apologize for being inconsiderate of your feelings. I had no idea about your brother and shouldn't have said anything. I also didn't know what had happened between him and my brother. And now that I do, I completely understand why you were upset. So I'm sorry."

"I guess you talked about it with Yongguk."

"Yes. He told me what happened."

"All of it? Like including the things about me?"


He sighs. "Oh. Well, that's what happened. He wouldn't lie so you know everything."

"Yes. And now that I've apologized, I feel it's best I go back with Yongguk."

"What? Why?" He grabs my hand, but I promptly remove it.

"Because I wanted to apologize because I felt bad, but I don't want to stay with you. I'm sorry, but I don't feel that safe around you."

"Don't feel safe?" He pauses in thought. "Fine. I'll give you a reason not to feel safe."

He suddenly pins me down and gets on top of me. He's not a big guy, but he's strong and I can't get out from under him or push him off.

"Yong-" I try to scream and he puts his hand over my mouth.

"You said you don't trust me. Well fine, don't fucking trust me. You want a nice guy? Too bad. You cut him out of the picture and I'm what you're left with."

My eyes are watering. This is more real than before and I can feel his anger.

"Going to cry, huh? I guess I'll get quite the array of emotions out of you. I've seen fear, but will I see anger? Will I see hate? I want to see it all."

The look in his eyes is savage, it's animalistic. He's looking at me like I'm his prey to devour.

I'm scared, but I'm not entirely helpless.

I bite his hand and he rips it away.

He grabs onto my shirt. "Bitch!"

I kick him off of me a little, and he tears my shirt wide open at the same time. He's still partially on top of me so I can't get away.

"Yongguk! Yongguk!" I don't think I've screamed this desperately in my life.

He comes in and sees what's happening. He walks over and rips Youngjae off of me, throwing him to the ground.

"Come on. Are you okay to walk?"

I nod and get up.

I walk out the door; before Yongguk walks out he pauses to look back at Youngjae still sitting on the floor, glaring up at him. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man. You need to get some help because your mind is fucked kid. Don't come near her again or you'll be dealing with me. And you won't have a chance in hell of making it out in one piece if that happens."

We walk back to his room in silence. I feel so stupid. He told me I shouldn't go, but I still did. I'm so naive to think that he was stable enough for me to apologize and leave when he obviously wants me for himself.

We get back to his room and I sit down on the bed. I look up to see Yongguk standing there awkwardly. He's trying to avoid looking at me; however, he's not doing a very good job of it. He's uncomfortably gawking at me.


He blushes slightly. "Your shirt isn't really c-covering you."

I look down to see my shirt's front is pretty non-existent and my bra is on full display. I cross my arms. "Damn it."

"I'll g-get you another shirt."

He digs through his drawers and comes back over. He looks away and hands me a shirt. "Here. I know it's big, but it's better than that."

I grab it. "Thanks. Can you turn around for a second or something?"

"Oh! Yeah of course."

I turn around and take my shirt off. I look back for a second to catch him sneaking a peek over his shoulder.


He faces forward again.

I throw the other shirt on and walk in front of him. "What are you five years old or something? You just saw me two seconds a go without much of a shirt on and then you go peeking at me? Aren't you a little old to be doing that?"

His face is red and he's shocked to see me calling him out without holding anything back. "I-"

"Are you a pervert or something? Is that who I'm stuck with now? A creep?"

He's in trouble. He didn't think to do it, he just looked.

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to."

"How do you not mean to look at someone while they're changing?"

"I don't know! I d-did it without thinking!" He's panicking now.

"You obviously wanted to."

"Well I did. Wait, no! I wasn't going to but it just happened."

I can't help but laugh. "You're a funny guy. Sorry, but I had to give you the business for peeking at me. You had already seen so much that I just think it's weird you still looked."

He breathes a sigh of relief, his face is no less red though after being called weird.

"For such a closed off person, what few emotions you have are so easily seen. You blush so much it's ridiculous." I put my hand up to feel his cheek. "Burning hot. That's so cute that you're this shy."

He never did blush this much before. He's seen plenty of women's bodies, but it's never made him blush. Maybe when he was sixteen, but that was nearly ten years ago. He's not shy about that anymore. At least, that's how it was until now.

"I don't want to be shy." He pulls my hand down. "And I don't want to be cute."

"Not much you can do to change that, is there?"

He runs his fingers through my hair. "Actually, I can think of a few things."

He wraps some of my hair around his finger and let's it fall. "Yeah?"

"What on earth are you doing?"

His hand falls down by his side. "Nothing I guess. Just go ahead and lie down or something."

"You're so odd."

I go lie down. Now that I'm keeping still I can smell him all over this shirt.

I roll over to look at him on the other side of the room. "You smell nice."


I hold up the shirt a little. "You smell nice."

He laughs. "Oh that. Thanks."

I take a deep breath of it. "Makes me feel safe." I say this partially under my breath. But judging by the look on his face I think I said it louder than I meant to.

"Why does it make you feel safe?"

"Not sure. Maybe it's because I feel like you're holding me close or something, and I just feel safe."

"It'd make you feel safe if I held you?"

"It seems that way."

He gets up and walks over. "Do you want to test that theory?"

"What do you mean?"

"This." He lies down on the bed beside me and pulls me close to him.

I naturally relax into his embrace.

"Do you feel safe."

I nod, putting my face close to his chest. We lie like that for a few minutes. He's so warm.

"Out of my own curiosity. Are you feeling anything else?"

"I feel like you're intoxicating."

"How's that?"

"How do I explain that?"


I think for a moment. That's a difficult thing to explain. "Between your smell, the way you're holding me, and I guess the sensation of your body against mine is what's getting to me."

"All that? I'm that overwhelming?"


"I can stop if you want me to."

"As weird as you are, I simply can't find myself wanting to push you away."

"I'm glad."

"You're a devil Yongguk."

He laughs. "You have no idea."

I don't know why these words are about to fall out of my mouth, but they do. "Can you show me?"

He's a bit surprised by my sudden interest in him. "Are you sure you want to see that? I won't be cute anymore. And I definitely won't be shy."

I grab his shirt a little. "Please."

"I can't say no when you ask so nicely." He tilts my chin up and our lips meet.

It feels like we'd been waiting for this. My mind didn't know, but my body feels like it's been longing for his touch; and to finally get it sends a wave of passion throughout my body.

At first we exchange small tender kisses, but it doesn't take long before they become deeper and more sensual, our bodies want more.

He runs his hands over my body and all of his movements are full of confidence. He moves perfectly. He's no amateur and it shows.

Between kisses I take a chance to speak. "Yongguk."


"You were right."

"Bout what?"

"You're not cute anymore."

I pull him closer and can't resist touching him. I run my hands under his shirt. His skin is surprisingly soft and I can feel the firmness of his toned body.

I feel him smile during a kiss. He stops, sits up and removes his shirt. After watching my eyes widen at the sight of his muscular body, he feels that's a good indicator that I don't need my shirt either. He pulls me up, lifts my shirt off and embraces me again.

I feel his fingertips slowly brushing against my back and I shiver. His touch is daunting and he's taking advantage of that.

Without warning I find my bra coming undone. Yeah, he's a pro.

"You really know what you're doing."

He moves to kissing my neck. "I know a thing or two."

"You're very confident."

"Should I not be?" He licks my collarbone making me bite my lip.

"No, you have every right."

"I know." He bites my neck. It's a soft, yet at the same time rather firm, bite that makes me let out a moan.

He looks at me with a look of determination. "No more talking, okay?"

Before I have a chance to say anything more I find his lips stopping me.
He bites my lip a little; I'm not as well-versed as he is, but even I know what he wants. I part my lips a little more and his tongue runs over mine.

He starts lowering the straps on my bra, letting it fall between us.

He uses one hand to pin both of my hands above my head, pushing my wrists against the headboard. He runs his fingers from my chest to just above my jeans. He makes his way back up and firmly grasps my breast. It makes me gasp for air. He increases the intensity behind his kisses and runs his thumb back and forth over my nipple. I quiver and he loves it.

Every movement I make and every sound that comes from my mouth makes him want to turn everything up a notch. He wants to see how far I'll let him take this and how much I can really stand.

Between the lack of air and my body heat rising, I'm feeling a little light headed. If it's like this already I'm not sure if I'll make it; because he's not showing any signs of taking it easy on me.

I bite his lip and he pulls away a little. I open my eyes and he's looking back at me.

He lets my arms down. "Your eyes are driving me crazy."

I put my arms around his neck, returning his deep gaze. "Why?"

"You look like you're begging for me."

"That's because I am."

He shakes his head, biting his lip. "You're going to regret saying things like that."

"What's there to regret?"

"That you're never going to want another man after tonight."

I lean in and whisper in his ear. "Prove it."

"I will." He pushes me back against the headboard a little aggressively causing a bit of my breath to be forced out of me. Following it up immediately with an overwhelming amount of kisses that leave no time to fully catch my breath.

Just as he starts to notice me really trying to breathe he stops and starts kissing my neck. I breathe heavily and my mind clears a little. I'm almost sure he just did that on purpose.

His voice is husky and sensual as he speaks, "Do you like that? Do you like when things are just a little rough?"

"Not sure." I honestly don't know.

"Should we find out?"

He grabs my hair and pulls it, tilting my head back. I moan a little as he lays kisses along my jaw and whispers in my ear, "Is it kind of exciting?"

"Feels like it."

"Good, then I'll keep you excited."

Just as my body is starting to relax a little he sucks on my earlobe, making me let out another small moan.

He moves his kisses downward; moving from my neck to my chest, and stopping at my nipple. He kisses it softly a few times and then sucks on it. He's got me quivering from him running his tongue over it.

He moves back up to my shoulder; licking it lightly and then bites it for a moment. My body jerks a little from the suddenness of it.

"Good or bad?" I think he's trying to find my limits so that he doesn't go too far.


He is the type that loves to be in control. I can tell that he has to call the shots and run the show. He's doing such a good job at it though that I really don't mind him being in charge.

He's touching my body and just his touch has me rubbing my knees together and curling my toes. I can't stay still, it's beyond quivering and it's to the point of my body not knowing what to do with these sensations. The chemistry between us has me on such a high that I really can't think.

He pulls away from my lips. "You okay?"


"Just feeling it that intensely?"

I nod.


I think I just made a mistake admitting that. Because he looks like he wants to see how much he can overwhelm me and how my body will respond to it. It's like he's never seen a woman get like this. I have to say though, I've never been like this either so maybe it's not the most typical behavior.

He barely has to do anything for me to love it. But he wants to push me more.
He runs his hands down my body. From my shoulders down my arms, back up, and then traveling over my chest, breasts, and stomach. He runs a finger along the edge of my pants just before he starts undoing them.

He really does call the shots. He gets them undone and I take them off.

He firmly grabs my butt and pulls me closer to him. He caresses my bare legs, moving along their curves. My thighs are rather muscular so he's enjoying grabbing on them a bit.

His body's enticing. He's got firm chest muscles, broad shoulders, beautiful biceps, and even though I'm not too into abs, he's starting to change that. It's undeniably a body like a Greek god.

He parts my legs and runs his fingers teasingly along my inner thigh. He moves away, smirking as he pulls my panties down a little. He's asking; sort of.

I pull them off and he parts my legs more. His fingers travel upwards. "Fuck, you're really wet."

I feel my cheeks blush. Something about that made me feel a little more modest.

He laughs a little. "Blushing? It's a little late to be shy and there's really no reason to be when you're sexy as hell."

I put my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. That'll shut him up; in no way did that make me feel less shy.

He starts to rub me and I sink into the kiss more. The more he works it, the heavier I breathe and the harder it gets to keep kissing. It's just so difficult to focus on both. He bites my lip and I pull away to breathe for a moment.

My legs are shaking and my fingers are digging into his back. He stops and moves to position himself between my legs. He kisses my stomach, continuing downward until he reaches my hips.

His tongue is hot as he starts to lick me. It's even more overwhelming and the sensation is intense. The movement is smooth and precise; it's driving me insane. There's a huge difference between this and his fingers.

I'm biting my lip, my body's tensing up, and I'm almost there. I can't breathe.

I reach my peak and my body relaxes, it feels like a warm wave has come over me and my nerves are finally released from the sweet torture of immense pleasure. I let out the breath I was unintentionally holding in and breathe deep.

With barely a moment to recover, he slides two fingers into me. He's rubbing on my g-spot and I'm moaning.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me." His voice is low and breathy. "It's so hard to restrain myself right now."

"Then don't." My words are short and simple, but they're the ones he's been waiting to hear. Something that would give him a sign to keep going.

He stops what he's doing, reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. I close my eyes as I experience this moment of anticipation and yearning that's almost agonizing. I hate having to wait.

He stands up and I hear him undoing his belt. I feel him get back on the bed. I open my eyes as he spreads my legs.

His eyes are full of want and he's serious. He really is on a mission to make me need only him.

He lifts my hips up as he enters me. It's the perfect angle and every thrust sends a shiver up my spine.

"You're so tight. Feels even better than I thought."

He leans over me, he goes deeper. I moan and my back arches. I open my eyes and see him biting his lip. He still looks like he's restraining himself.

"Don't hold back."

His entire attitude changes. It's like I unlocked something that was chained up inside him when I said that.

"I swear to god, I'm gonna make you holler till you pass out."

He lifts my ankles up to his shoulders and leans back over me.

He's still steady, but he's not as gentle anymore. He's going hard and it's intense.

I feel flashes of bliss each time he enters me. We're indulging in the feelings we are giving one another. The energy between us is as intertwined as we are and it's tantalizing.

He grips my wrists hard and pins them down. My body is under his and I feel like I'm being engulfed by his lust. I feel vulnerable, but I kind of enjoy it. I trust him.

He lets one of my hands go and I rest it around his neck. His free hand grabs my breast. My nails start digging into his skin and he let's out something between a moan and a sigh. Hearing that turns me on and I want to hear more of it.

I drag my nails along his arm and he makes a similar noise, but this has more animosity behind it.

I run my fingers through his hair and grab some of it, giving it a pull. Something close to a growl comes from him and I love it. To hear his pleasure is gratifying.

He goes for a bit longer and then sits up. "You're turn."


"I'm putting you to work; you're going to be on top. Problem?"

I just shake my head. God, I've never been on top.

He removes himself and lies down.

When I hesitate he sits up a little and pulls one of my legs over him. "Come on. Don't be so reserved." His words are short and the tone is demanding. The look on his face is serious and he's not going to let me do anything besides what he wants. "I gave you yours, now give me mine."

At first he seems selfish, but he's actually just being fair.

He closes his eyes as I slide him into me and I hear him breathe deep. This is a bit nerve wracking when I'm new to it. Is it good? Am I too slow?

His voice is low and he opens his eyes for a moment. "First time on top?"

Shit, I can't believe I'm that bad.

He closes his eyes again. "Don't worry, I can only tell by your nervousness not by how it feels." He grabs my hips, moving them so I know how he likes it. "Trust me. It's good."

After some time I get more comfortable and my mind is more free to focus on how this feels for me instead of whether I'm good or bad.

As I relax more it feels better being in charge of the speed and the angle. I rest my hands on his chest. I dig my nails into him as I'm overcome with greed and the want to get myself off. His fingers press down hard on my hips.

He sits up and pulls me into a kiss. I put my arms around his neck and as I continue moving he becomes more passionate. He's getting lost in these sensations and the chemistry we have.

He pulls my hair moving my head to one side as he kisses my neck. He's sucking and leaving small bites. I'm breathing heavy and moaning.

He runs his nails down my back and I moan louder. He pulls me off of him and pushes me onto my back. He thrusts into me and I end up nearly shouting.

He smiles teasingly. "Remember what I said?"

I shake my head.

He leans over me. "I said I was gonna make you holler till you pass out."

He thrusts harder and faster than before and I'm losing it.

"Who do you want?"

"You." My words come out breathy and quiet. I really feel a little light headed.

He grabs my chin, making sure I'm not actually passing out.

"What's my name? I want to hear you."


"Who do you need?"


"Am I all you'll ever need?"

"Yes!" Please, don't make me talk anymore.

I close my eyes. This is ridiculous; my body's spent. It feels good but I have no energy left, he took it all from me.

I feel his lips on mine. I open my eyes as he pulls away. "Stay with me, okay?"

I nod with what little strength I have.

He lifts my hips up, hitting the perfect spot and it's like I've been revived. I moan and he gives me more; I'm trying to catch my breath, but it's nearly impossible.

My toes are curling and I'm gripping the sheets like my life depends on it. His hands tighten on my hips and he's breathing hard. My back is arching and I'm trembling from the ecstasy.

His fingers dig into me and a deep moan escapes him. His head falls forward as he's catching his breath. He leans back, letting my hips down as he slips out of me.

He pushes my legs out of the way as he lies down.

"Jesus. That was. Just...fuck."

"Yeah it was."

He laughs. "Glad you're still alive."


"Yeah, me too." He turns and puts his arm around me. He sighs. "This is a first."

"What is?"

"Actually wanting to hold someone afterwards."


Dude...omg that was awesome!!!....I love Yongguk ❤❤❤
@MadAndrea I've probably read this like what 3 or so times already
This killed me. Yongguk is bias
@MsLoyalHeart Just doin ma job 😉
Damn, Yongguk..@MadAndrea you killed me!
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