Crazy Love For You [ONESHOT] Completed!
Yong Junhyung (BEAST) & OFC
Crazy Love For You
-A One Shot Fiction-
Junhyung is enchanted by the femme fatale Madilynn Miller. But as a lowly bartender compared to the rising singer and promised actress, he knows that class conduct would prevent anything from occurring. Although it never hurts to dream, right?
Starring: Junhyung x OFC.
Author’s Notes: This one shot is based loosely on the song "I Like You More Than Anything" by BEAST, and more so on their performance of the song.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fiction and this is completely fictional. No disrespect is intended.
He leant against the bar, loosely holding the beverage in his hand as his eyes remained focussed across the room. To anyone watching, they’d be able to pick up instantly that he was staring obviously at the beautiful girl, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her chocolate tresses were perfectly pinned to the side of her head, a single sequin and feathered band accompanying the style. Her curvaceous body was hidden by her matching black sequined dress, the tassels catching the light and sparkling from different angles. He knew the curves were there however, he had seen her enough to be accustomed with her feminine appearance. She was truly a creature of beauty, and he had been captivated by her for three months now. It was getting to the point where he knew he’d have to make a move towards her, before she moved on to bigger and brighter opportunities.
It was difficult to make that move however. In a heavily class divided society, he knew that his foreign looks and charm wouldn’t give him a chance with a star such as Madilynn Miller. He had come to New York only six months previous, lucky enough to establish a position working in the popular downtown club Soho as a bartender, despite his Korean descent. At first he didn’t understand why this was such a feat, but as he ventured into the predominantly white society more, he realised that his placement was probably going to be the highlight of his life. To expect the American dream to envelop him even further, would be highly unrealistic, even though it was the reason he had left his hometown and security of wealth for the bright lights of America.
Madilynn was the next big hit, her vocals second to none as she wowed hoards of lusting men and respectable women across the eastern border. There had been talks of the classical beauty becoming an actress for the last two weeks, and he could understand why, she had the grace and class to light up any film created. And despite her high status, she was the kindest person around, which only caused foolish men like himself to fall at her feet with the slightest amount of acknowledgement. And yet in his mind, there was nothing more that he wanted to do, than stop her leaving for the West, and remain working at the club every night.
He flinched as he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to look behind him. His boss, a short, balding fellow smiled at him and jerked his head in his direction. “Junhyung, how about you tear your eyes off my prized jewel and get back to serving the noblemen with the actual chance to crown Madilynn as their bride yeah?”
“Uh, yes,” he replied sheepishly, bowing his head and then gulping back the remainder of his juice. Although the alcohol was still pouring in the club, he didn’t share the sophistication of drinking it. Not that he minded greatly, he already felt intoxicated without tasting a single drop from a night of work. He had barely any sense left since the woman had sung, and hoped that his shift would end soon so he could wake up on his walk home in the cool night air.
It wasn’t long until he gained his wish, stepping out the back door of the club after shutting off all the lights and fare-welling other staff. Loosening off his white shirt by a few buttons, Junhyung slung his thumbs through his pant suspenders and smiled to himself as he began his twenty minute journey to his small apartment. He didn’t mind the walk, he always enjoyed this time of the night, knowing the early hour clock out and working the night was far more interesting than sitting in an office back in his Father’s banking firm in Seoul. Moving a hand to slip under his shirt and onto his shoulder, he rubbed the aching spot he had from dropping a box earlier in the week on it, allowing the suspender strap on that side to fall off. Despite the looseness of the strap, it seemed to release some of the pressure once gone and sighed with relief.
Whistling to himself, he walked along diligently, barely focussing on the cars that travelled back and forth on the road. He liked the sound of their engines though, it was comforting in some manner, as it was the one noise he could constantly hear as he lay in his bed whilst the world woke up and went to work. He hoped that one day he would be able to afford such a vehicle, wanting to travel further than public transportation of the city routes. As he thought over his ideas for his future, Junhyung became aware of the close proximity of an engine sound and turned to see an elegant car idling beside him. Stopping to see who was in the vehicle, his eyes widened in recognition.
“Would you allow me to drive you home?” her voice asked from behind the door, her window down a little. He stared at her as she smiled politely, opening the door to the back seat she was occupying, and then shifting across. Silently, he hopped into the car, discreetly pinching his wrist and wincing as the pain surged through the limb. He closed the door, and looked back at the beautiful woman. He noticed her feathered band was no longer upon her head, but held in one of her hands. “Do you mind if we go back to my residence first?”
“Uh, uh I-”
“It’s just ever so uncomfortable to be wearing this dress any longer, and I have something to give you.”
He pulled himself together, as curiosity overwhelmed him. “Are you certain you wish to take me?”
“Of course,” she said with her infamous half smile and signalled her driver to accelerate away from the street curb. “You absolutely fascinate me, Mr Yong. I have yet to hear your story of how you came to such a place as New York. I feel the greed of finding out this story, and how better to do it than from the actual source himself.”
She nodded firmly. “Everyone has one, and I find my biggest flaw to be one of a nosy nature. I just cannot help myself to know of your fortunes Mr Yong. You will tell me everything, won’t you?”
Her charm was immense and he could only feel himself numbly nodding along, an excited laugh and clap being delivered in response. He couldn’t help but smile at her then, delighted to be the cause of such an action.
The car began to slowly roll up a driveway and he managed to tear his gaze away from the dreamlike woman and stare at the house coming into sight. It wasn’t as large as he imagined it would be after hearing how much Madilynn earned for singing at a venue, but it was still very typical of the richer side of town. The car halted and the door was opened, Junhyung climbing out and then lending his hand to her. Madilynn took it lightly and stepped out, smiling brightly up at him and then gesturing to follow her inside. He did so, barely stopping to marvel at her personal taste of furniture and art. They went through a series of hallways once upon the second floor of the home, and then finally entered a room, Junhyung soon realising it was her own room.
“We won’t be bothered here,” Madilynn announced as she disappeared behind a changing panel, his cheeks flaring up with colour and he span around to give her added privacy. “Ah, these dresses. Whilst they say we now have more freedom in our clothing, it still feels like I’m strapped in.”
“The discomforts of being so popular and forever in the eye of the public, Miss Miller?”
“Exactly Mr Yong,” she agreed, soon stepping towards him a blouse styled slip dress, which he soon realised to be some form of nightwear. His cheeks flushed again, much to her delight. “Am I discomforting you?”
“Ah, no. I uh, have never been in the proximity of a lady’s private room before ma’am.”
“So innocent,” she remarked and walked over to a sofa in the middle of her room, gesturing at him to join her. He did so; smiling meekly at her once he sat down. “I do not have any intentions of making this a night of passion Mr Yong. You can be at ease, I am completely harmless.”
He chuckled and smiled brightly at her. “You do realise your charms, do you not?”
“And what of your own?” she returned, flashing him a dazzling smile. “I feel we are of the same league, Mr Yong.”
“Please, call me Junhyung.”
She smiled again, this time more genuinely. “And I, Maddie.”
“Maddie,” he emphasised and then continued. “Why am I here then?”
“Like I said, I wanted to know your story. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but you’re someone much different than most of the men I have had the pleasure of meeting. How you have come to America, it fascinates me.”
She nodded. “And there was something else too.”
“Oh?” he wondered, as she shifted closer to him. His breath became hitched in his throat as the woman’s long fingers gently eased the buttons to his shirt open. He remained frozen, unable to prevent her movement even if he dearly wished for her to. However, the majority of his thoughts wanted nothing more than to feel her touch upon his skin, for whatever reason she was currently employing.
His shirt was pushed off his modest frame, and he noted the look of surprise in her jade eyes before continuing with her action. Her hands moved to his injured shoulder and she put some pressure on it, causing him to wince in pain. “Just as I thought. Your shoulder is damaged.”
“How did you know?” he asked breathlessly, and winced again as her fingers probed the area.
“I noticed the way you were holding it and asked Mark if you had an accident recently.”
“You noticed me?” he repeated, more focussed on her words than the increasing pressure from her fingers. Her eyes didn’t shift from his shoulder but he could see the rosy shade to her cheeks and couldn’t help but enjoy the colour on her immensely. He felt that any pain in the world would be bearable so long as it was caused by her.
“I have a doctor as a father. Please allow me to treat this for you,” she implored, and he nodded without hesitation, the brunette going over to her door and disappearing. He waited for her return, his heart skipping a few beats when she reappeared. She was carrying a basket with assorted items in it, but more importantly, her hair was now let down, loose curls falling down around her face. He had only ever seen her made to perfection, but now seeing the more natural look to the woman, he made sure to memorise it completely.
“Mr Yong,” she started, and then realised her mistake. “Junhyung, do you perhaps feel as hopeless minded around me as all men do?”
“It depends on how you determine hopeless?”
She smirked and placed the basket down, moving back to his shoulder. “I actually detest how much men fall at my feet as if I’m some goddess. I merely made my life the way it is, I worked hard to get to where I am. It’s unfortunate that those who have only had luxury from the day they were born, seem to see me as an item to add to their collection of fortune. I had hoped you would not see me in the same light.”
“Is that why you ask for my story?” he wondered and she nodded, rubbing a lotion onto his skin. It smelt strong and he coughed once, scrunching his nose up.
“It will help with the inflammation,” she assured and then sighed. “I do like you Junhyung. I have been offered many things this past year, different ways to advance my career, different places to move to. Since your arrival, I feel oddly uncertain with my next step.”
“I feel the urge to discuss my options, to get your opinion,” she admitted softly, and stopped, glancing towards him. Junhyung stared back seriously, waiting for her next move. She made none.
“Why would a man of low class here in America have an opinion to help that of a star?” he asked and she sighed again, turning her head away in disappointment. He reached out to turn it back to face him and sought to catch her eye again. “Don’t take me poorly, I only asked from a realistic point of view. From a man to woman stance, are you seeking my opinion because it could matter to you in the future?”
“I may seem like a determined person, and whilst I am, I do have a weakness,” she mentioned softly, her fingers going back to working on his now warm skin. “As any woman, I have the desire to find someone to make my life with.”
“And you’re asking me for my thoughts on this, perhaps as a man suitable to your desires?” he asked, confidence now surging through his veins as if her lapse in charm had been handed to him and overwhelmed his usually modest manner.
“Does this surprise you?” she wondered and for a moment he was quiet. But the strange events of his night all seemed like a natural occurrence already. He shook his head, and she blinked at this. “Really?”
“You haven’t shown any other man the attention you are right now in my presence. It seems like you would not take the time to do all of this if it was out of mere kindness.”
Madilynn smiled. “And so, your thoughts on my future?”
“Are yours to ask for.”
“Without hesitation?” she enquired and Junhyung took her closest wrist into his grasp, drawing her closer to him. He felt her breathing fasten, as he leant in to kiss her tenderly. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it delivered his true feelings as much as he could muster and when he pulled away, her hooded eyes dreamily gazed at him.
“If an intertwined future is what you’re after, I will honestly tell you all that you ever seek the information of.”
“I was hoping you would feel like that,” she uttered, as he ran a hand affectionately through her hair. She leaned in to kiss him again and he closed his eyes, enjoying the embrace so much that a moan left him. When he opened his eyes again, it was an atmosphere much different than the expansive bedroom, and the dim lighting confused him. Blinking a few times again, he glanced down at his attire, finding it the same it had been moments before, but the music was a far cry from the jazz usually played around the club. The outfits still seemed familiar, flapper dresses and striped suits adorning the occupants of the club.
He found her then, laughing happily with a caramel haired girl and drinking some of her beverage. Her eyes started to move around the club, soon falling upon his and he blushed, wondering why it felt so odd to have the gaze of Maddie at that time.
“Yah,” came a voice, and he blinked several times, breaking the spell of her eyes and looked to his right. He frowned at the shorter boy who smirked. “If you stare at the foreign girl that obviously Jun, she’s going to think you like her.”
“Foreign?” he asked and then shook his head. “And I do happen to like her, Gikwang.”
“Good, I was hoping you would, I was trying to find a way to approach her friend for a dance,” he mentioned honestly and Junhyung shook his head again, feeling incredibly clouded. He came to his senses then, wondering how long he had been sitting at the bar, daydreaming over a girl he’d yet to even speak to. He realised Gikwang was tugging him across to the pair then, and soon they stood in front of them. The younger boy nudged him roughly in the ribcage and he gasped, fixing a smile onto his face a moment later.
“Hi,” he greeted and the girls exchanged a look before the brunette replied.
“Would you like to dance?!” Gikwang asked the girl of his interest, his cheeks reddening. “With me, I mean, to dance with me.”
“Sure,” she said with a giggle, shooting her friend a look as she took Gikwang’s hand. He watched them leave and then turned to the brunette in front of him.
“I’m Maddie,” she introduced and he froze, wondering how on earth her name was the same. “You’re Junhyung, right?”
“H-how do you know my name?”
She smiled knowingly at him and pointed to his chest. “Your name is on your tag there, like mine is here.”
He glanced at her sticker that read Madilynn Miller and couldn’t help but chuckle. She gave him a look, yet he merely shook his head and held out his hand. “I feel like I already know you, Maddie.”
“It’s a really long story.”
She took his hand and smiled up at him. “I have time.”
It was an unusual event to his night, but he could already feel how natural it felt to be in her company. And if she could handle hearing about his strange experience, he was sure she would allow for a future to be tied within his.
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