Boots on the Ground - Kim Young-Man x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Kim Young-Man knew exactly what he wanted from life. But then he met you.
A/N: my first time writing in over a month and I feel rusty as heck. However, Newtopia was my comfort show while I feeling low, and I watched it twice back to back because I found it so funny.
Kim Young-Man had always known what he’d wanted. From an early age, he’d known he wanted to be a lawyer, to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves. He was looking forward to his mandatory military service, couldn’t wait to do his duty and serve his country just like his father had, and his grandfather. Young-Man always looked ahead, always focused on the bigger picture. He had no time for dating; and besides, he didn’t really see the point in getting serious with anyone, not when he was planning to focus on his service and career first. There would be time for dating when he’d achieved everything he wanted.
He’d been so excited the day he began his military service. Young-Man thrived on the strict sense of order, the regimented workouts and exercises. He loved the early mornings and lates nights, the sense of camaraderie that came with sharing close quarters. His fellow trainees quickly became like brothers to him, and he really thought life couldn’t get any better. For Young-Man, there was nothing else in this life that he needed.
But he hadn’t counted on you. He’d never thought for a second that a simple broken elevator could lead him to something he’d never known he’d needed. The day he stepped out into the VIP lounge area of the Eden Hotel, a place strictly forbidden to the soldiers stationed upon the roof, he laid eyes on you from across the room. One look at his military combat gear had your lips pursing into a tight line, your eyes narrowing as you honed in on him.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” you hissed, plastering a professional smile to your face as several guests walked by. “You’ve been told to use the elevator.”
Your voice was like the softest silk, your eyes, though fixed on him with annoyance, were so beautiful and pure that he was sure he’d get lost in the colourful pools of your irises.
“It’s broken,” was all he could say, unable to tear himself away from the exquisite features of your face. He’d always been so good with words, quick witted and so sure, but all speech seemed impossible around you.
“Then get it fixed,” you huffed. “People are looking.”
Young-Man didn’t care. For all he knew, the only two people in the room, the only two people in the whole goddamn world were you and him.
“Absolutely,” he muttered, despite having no power over the maintenance company.
The elevator remained broken for weeks, forcing him and his comrades to brave the halls of the VIP lounge whenever they needed to make trips down from the rooftop military base. It became a sort of game; Young-Man seeking you out in the crowd, your blue uniform hugging every curve. Over the weeks, your annoyed frown turned into a half-smile, although you never dared let on that you looked forward to seeing the Sergeant. He had the kindest eyes, and the softest smile, and despite the fact he was breaking every rule the hotel had put in place when the army commandeered the rooftop, you couldn’t bring yourself to be irritated. Their operations atop the Eden Hotel were to remain strictly confidential, but word quickly got out as guests witnessed the soldiers traipsing through the hotel day after day.
“Any news on that elevator?” You asked him one day, catching him off guard as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Another few weeks I’m afraid,” Young-Man sighed solemnly, trying to hide his delight at getting another few weeks of seeing your beautiful face every day.
“Mhmm,” was your only reply, turning away so he didn’t see the smile spreading over your face.
For the first time in his life, Young-Man found himself conflicted. He’d always been so sure of what he wanted, his goals so clear in his mind. But he’d never counted on meeting you, had never expected the beautiful Guest Services Manager to knock him off his feet. His nights were filled with thoughts of you, lying awake and thinking about what you were doing, and what you were like outside of work. He no longer sprang from his bed each morning, now far too groggy from a sleepless night of daydreaming about you.
You were an anomaly Young-Man had never expected, and it made him question what he really wanted out of the life he’d planned for himself.
