your co-worker and fellow ROK air force admin assistant leans closer to you across the sea of unfinished paperwork scattered across your desks, puffing her cigarette softly as her rouge stained lips whispered back:

"rumour has it, an airforce officer working at this base was the one who actually saved them."

your eyes widened at her words, grasping the files in your hand closer to your chest that you hadn't put down since she started the thrilling gossip.

at first, you were quick to dismiss her. but now, you leaned in closer to listen.

a figure standing nearby did the same.

"they staged this whole dramatic plan with actors dressed as north korean soldiers, women in these traditional hanboks and painted the airport to look like north korea!"

she laughed, inhaling another puff.

"and the communists fell for it apparently!"

"w-who was it?" you asked in curiosity.

your co-worker merely shrugs back with a light chuckle and sign, putting out her cigarette to get back to the mountain of paperwork.

"who knows? it’s just rumours. probably some crazy asshole who wants to take credit."

you stare back at her with an unsettled feeling in your chest, disappointment spreading across your face.

"but if the story’s true, then-"

a stack of papers slam against your desk, cutting your words off as you turn in surprise to see lieutenant seo standing at your desk wearing a stoic expression.

"ms. y/n"

you stared back in silence. 

"lieutenant seo" you addressed hesitantly.

"I need these incoming flight plans organized immediately without delay." he states, avoiding your eyes. "bring them to the control room by four pm."

his gaze wavers a bit when he catches a glimpse of your face, before he quickly walks out of the office without any further words.

you blink, stunned by the brief interaction.

a scoff comes from beside.

"a thank you would be nice" your colleague scowled, cursing the disrespectful and predominantly male airforce officers who’d order you two around all day.

being the only women working in communications and technology at the airforce base, let alone within this specific unit, meant you had your fair share of work cut out for you.

without further delay, you picked up the large stack and began checking the data right away.

at five minutes til four, the sounds of your heels clicking against the hallway floors echoed as you rushed down the halls to beat the clock. thankfully, you reached headquarters just in time, where air traffic was being regulated.

despite struggling to catch your breath, you looked around in awe as you entered the dark room of rapcon experts sitting in front of their radar displays, speaking into their headsets and communicating with other pilots and control towers in range.

"ms. y/n" lieutenant's seo's voice cut through the noise, turning to see him sitting at his radar scope with a look of impatience. 

you immediately rushed over, handing over the paper work.

"here are the flight plans, sir" 

the lieutenant examined it carefully, flipping through the stacks as you stood awaiting his approval. for some reason, this always made your heart beat against your chest, making it hard to take your eyes off him.

his brows furrowed across his undeniably handsome face. seo go-myung you read on his uniform.

the officer finally looks up and turns back to face his display, putting on his headset without any further comments.

"you may leave now."

no praises, no words of gratitude. just straightforwardness. 

you’d think his cold demeanour would leave you taken aback, but after working for the lieutenant these past two years, you’ve learned not to dwell too much on it. with a slight bow, you walk away towards the door, clutching the fabric of your pencil skirt in frustration.

as you press for the elevator down, you can't help but become lost in your thoughts about lieutenant seo.

ever since that man transferred two years ago to this base located just near the outskirts of seoul, not once has he ever shown you a smile or a friendly gesture. sure, you worked in different departments but nonetheless, you also worked closely with one another to manage military aviation. for someone who was only an air traffic controller, a lieutenant at that, you were at your limit with his unnecessarily cold, reserved persona.

when the elevator dinged, you begrudgingly stepped in, lost in your thoughts as you smacked the button down and crossed your arms in a huff, watching the doors close.

you bit down on your lip in pure anger.

in all honesty, fuck lieutenant seo and fuck his stupid paper work! fuck it all!

suddenly, a hand shoots out and stops the metal doors at the very last second, making you jump in surprise as your eyes trailed from an army green sleeve to a familiar face you didn't expect to see so soon.

lieutenant seo stands in front of the doors, failing to keep his breath from running to catch up to you.

"a word." he demands, too comfortably like always.

you test the waters and glare back at him.

"don't you have radar control to get back to?" you say quite boldly, surprising both him and yourself with your condescending tone. it must’ve slipped out so easily from all the curses you were giving him in your mind.

the officer looks back at you with an unflinching expression, ignoring your words and stepping into the elevator to join you.

your body continues to face forward as the doors close shut, arms crossed defensively against your buttoned blouse as lieutenant seo towered over you. annoyingly, the height difference was apparent. 

he refused to take his eyes off of you as he leaned against the walls, mimicking your stance.

you peered over, clearing your throat in discomfort at the following silence before letting your arms uncross and hang by your side.

after all, you were only an airforce admin assistant. much lower in ranking compared to the lieutenant.

you break the tension first.

"s’there something wrong with the paperwork, lieutenant?" you asked, locking eyes.

a neatly styled piece of his dark hair is on the verge of falling out of place as he stares back without a word.

if seo go-myeong decides to stay quiet any longer, you feel as though you may go mad in this tiny metal shaft, preparing to break the awkward silence once more before he beats you to it.

"do you call this work acceptable, ms. y/n?" he states, holding out one of the files you gave him in front of you. 

"pardon me?" you reply, thrown off by his words.

the lieutenant shows the audacity to smirk —that's right— smirk in your face as he stays on his side of the elevator and retorts back.

"I asked, do you call this file that I'm holding in my hand acceptable work?"

Your gaze hardens, figuring that this may be your final straw. 

“if you have a problem with my filing, you can address the error to my face directly.” you shoot back, watching in pride as the lieutenant’s jaw locks at your defiant tone.

was it just you that was becoming hot in this tiny room?

the officer doesn’t say anything back. instead, he retracts the outstretched hand of files, changing the conversation in an entirely different direction this time.

"do you believe it?"

"believe what?" you sighed in exasperation, leaning against the elevator to finally greet him face to face, both on opposite sides now.

“lieutenant, you’re not making any sense-”

"the plane hijacking hero" he breathes out, staring you down intensely and examining your every expression. “do you believe it was someone who works at this base?”

you’re caught off guard by his sudden question. even more so outraged that he’s asking that because he clearly eavesdropped on your conversation earlier.

“why would I care if it was someone on this base?” you raised your voice in frustration, slowly starting to lose your cool with every passing second. the room felt suffocating.

go-myung’s face falls for a split second, blinking his eyes when he realizes you’re right.

he’s been making a complete fool out of himself, just because he can’t let go of that stupid secretive hijacking mission he saved two years ago. the one that left him with an endless stream of deep, bitter regrets and resentments that ate him from the inside out. the one that pushed him over the edge to request a transfer from gimpo to an airforce base in bumfuck nowhere, where he’d probably work as an air-traffic controller for the rest of his years until his retirement. 

he felt caged, trapped and lost. but more so, he felt embarrassed to have put his anger all out on you like this. 

why would you have any clue that he was the real hero?

you watch as lieutenant go-myung stands taller with clarity, clenching his fists from his reckless actions. 

“listen, I-” 

you step away from the elevator wall and take a step closer to snatch the files from his hand, reading the flight plan logistics for yourself. 

go-myung slowly turns his head to peer at your face, half-covered by the top edge of the papers. your soft eyes traced the details meticulously as your glasses lay on the tip of your nosebridge. he notices your lip bites itself in concentration, just as you’ve always done from the times before when he’d sneak glances at you from the water cooler, or across the room of office desks and filing cabinets. 

in that moment, seo go-myung realizes it all. all he really wanted, apart from that stupid fucking medal of recognition, was you.

you look back at the lieutenant with a blaze set fire in your eyes, shoving the papers in his chest. 

“the fuel and time info for all the fighter jets are correct, I don’t see where-”

he shuts you up as his lips connect against yours in feverish desire, your yelps drowning through the intense make out session with lieutenant seo. his large hands come to cradle your face gently, his nose pressing against yours, making your glasses shift ever so slightly as he inserts his tongue into your mouth, exploring it as soft moans spill out of you. 

the lieutenant presses his body against yours, chest pockets of his dark green uniform brushing against your cotton blouse and bra, making you whimper gently from the layers of fabric causing friction against your sensitive nipples. the feeling was all consuming.

you curse yourself for not pushing him away immediately, but it was like your breath and soul would soon be taken away by his lips.

when his hands travel down, brushing against your clavicle, you shut your eyes further as your sense of dignity rushes back over you.

without hesitation, you push against his chest, and bite down on go-myung’s lips. hard.

the airforce officer groans in pain, releasing your body as his fingers come up to brush the blood against his lips.

he stares at the scarlet staining his fingertips before looking back at you, both your chests heaving out of breath. 

for a second, all that can be heard in that tiny elevator shaft are the sounds of your breathing. the space between you closing in as your glares shot him down. you try to remember all the hatred you harboured for him in your heart, before suddenly, something stronger washed over your consciousness and dignity. 

it was hunger. 

as if reading your mind, lieutenant go-myung and you collide back with each other with a greater sense of passion and need, your lips molding back with his own much more comfortably now that you’re reciprocating his level of wanting. 

as you fumble against the metal walls, both of your bodies rotate with who pins the other more. this time, he’s got you cornered. the air traffic controller revels in the way your back arches against the wall, your breasts jutting themselves out from beneath your blouse and for him to touch, his hands roaming your body as yours run through his neatly styled hair, gripping the strands and messing it up to bring him closer to you, if that was even possible. 

“fuck me” go-myung drawls out, becoming weak at your touch, deliriously enjoying the pain of your nails scratching his scalp and gripping his wide shoulders for support. 

“w-we, we can’t do this here” you mewl, your words getting cut off with him trying to take every chance to kiss your lips. he nods, but doesn’t have enough focus to say anything else. 

go-myung seems to have forgotten you two were still at the airforce base, both your places of work. if someone were to catch you two, who knows what would happen to your jobs. 

when the doors open once again with a soft ding, you slide your tongue out from his mouth, pushing his body away from yours even harder this time, as a loud thud comes from the lieutenant’s body meeting metal.

he looks over and thankfully finds no one else waiting for the elevator, the empty floor posing as a risky sign to continue further, before you rub your lips with the palm of your hand and abruptly walk out.

the lieutenant stares back at you, pieces of hair sticking out of your half-up half-down hairdo, lips swollen and smudged, and glasses slightly crooked. you do the same, leaving him in the elevator with the same tousled hairstyle, and a collar that had three buttons undone which he definitely didn’t do himself. 

your eyes travelled lower, widening before turning away at the large present hidden in his trousers. 

“y/n-” he begins, trying to explain and talk things out as the doors start to close. 

you cover your chest with your hands protectively, shaking your head despite deep down, wanting to reciprocate your desires to lieutenant seo. 

“none of this ever happened,” you stated firmly, as if saying it out loud would solidify itself in your heart as well.

you watched as the elevator doors closed, leaving you with the sight of a disoriented looking seo go-myung.

he gets a few seconds of it, the breeze tickling his bare skin- his menace of a daughter (affectionately) hadn't even given him time to put a shirt on before demanding to play her favourite game- fairies have tea. which meant obviously, johnny had to wear his own pair to even be allowed entry to the fort he had built himself. he's fought aliens, travelled to space and universes, seen it all, done it all, but every single day with his own little family was a far tougher adventure- and he loved every single second of it.

she swats his knee and its his cue to sit up, sleepy time is clearly over and she means straight business. she shuffles herself into his space and he draws out his arms to make room for her on him. she sits just on his lap as his hands wrap firmly on her little waist to secure her- the edges of the wings just hitting his jaw but johnny knows it's futile trying to wrestle her out of them- he's tried before many times and has only ever been met with her ear-piercing screams- she's certainly taken after her father with her loud confidence. his fingers come through her blonde locks that reach just past her ears and he smiles to himself. he's always wanted a child of his own and you had gifted him the greatest blessing in the universe.

"daddy," and it's too confident to be a whine, more so a direct order as she holds her little teacup that takes up all the room in her hands where her milk has gone almost cold ready for johnny to heat it up. he grins, does it so much without a fuss because he knows she's picked up this little habit from watching you do the same every morning.

"okay, princess. what's on the menu today?" he lowers his voice, a softer tone reserved only for moments with you and her- but for her specifically, its a little slower to give her the chance to pace her. there's a wrinkle in her brow as she assesses her little play table and just shakes her head.

"just tea," she nods and sips her milk. johnny ignores the growing hunger settling into his stomach and takes a sip when she forcefully shoves her teacup into his direction. he isn't even sure it's clean- he has no idea where she's dumped it, if it was left out last night, where she even got the milk from but he takes a sip and then takes the cup from her hands. he's met with a whine but he'd rather her cry than plain die from poisoning.

"hey, hey, hey," he soothes, "come on, babydoll. you don't want to wake mommy right?" he tries to be stern, put his serious dad face on but the pout of her lips makes him want to fold instantly. she sniffles but nods and mumbles an "okay" which in turn makes him sigh in relief: god, that's the first win of the day. please, let me have some more, he prays.

"how about," he hums gently, "we go back inside and daddy makes us some breakfast?" its an enticing idea, mainly for him because he's damn near starving, but also he'd like to get it ready for when you get up too. she looks like she's thinking on it, biting her lip down he's sure she's going to give herself a bruise so he separates her lips with his fingers shakes his head, "don't do that," he murmurs, placing a kiss to her head and rocking her in his arms.

when she was younger and restless (more restless), johnny used to heat himself like a weighted blanket, rock her against his bare chest like he's doing now and the wrap of heat used to lull her to sleep instantly. it was his best trick in the book, but as she grew bigger and so did that brain of hers, it's like she knew her dad was playing a game and she wanted to be better than him at. so she'd pretend to fall asleep and just when johnny thought he had her, she'd widen her eyes awake with that infamous johnny storm smirk; a carbon copy of her dad. johnny had never been able to live that down.

but now, it seems like he's wearing her down slowly, her tiny body slumps in his as he bares all her weight. "daddy?" she mumbles and he brushes the hair sticking to her forehead out of the way, scratching her scalp in the way she really likes- kind of like how you'd stroke a cat.

"yes, my darling?" he hums right back without skipping a beat. she looks up at him lazily, ready to bargain.

"you can make breakfast but if you let me have a treat," and the glint is her eyes is pure mischief. he knows you've been strict on her sugar intake at breakfast times, worried she'll have an energy spike and crash out before midday- snacks during the day fine, but on an empty stomach? johnny can't help but thinks his little monster is trying to get him in trouble on purpose.

"fine," its a torturous decision but he really just wants to get breakfast going for you- you're due to wake up in the next half an hour. so she jumps up with pure glee and it makes johnny's heart burn with happiness and she grabs his little finger in her whole hand, dragging him the direction of the kitchen.

"up," she pleads, and he shoots her a look, "please?" she adds, "pretty please?" she ammends and johnny nods in confirmation.

"that's my girl, don't forget those manners ever, okay?"

"yes, daddy," she nods.

and johnny places his tiny twin on his shoulders, her little legs dangling from her necks as she points in the direction of the highest cupboard where you've hidden all the treats. her little fingers grip the knob, snatch the bag of marshmallows and johnny takes them from her hold instantly to do damage control but also because she's not very good at balancing. and its obvious in the ways he has to bite back a scream and wince when she tugs his hair for stability.

this and the stress? johnny storm is going to start balding.

he swiftly drops her down to the kitchen counter and opens the bag of marshmallows, the cupboards rustle and shake in search of a skewer which he holds up as a trophy and his mini me cheers esctatically, little fists pumping in the air. god, the ego his child has given him needs to be scientifically studied.

"daddy, make the fire! flame on!" she bubbles and he feels pride burst through him at the first flame. johnny fizzles the marshmallow, roasting it and hands it to his daughter which she takes with great appreciation, "thank you thank you thank you !!" she bubbles and johnny rolls his eyes playfully,

"and there we go, those wonderful manners again," he beams and with her occupied with a gooey sticky mess, johnny can finally get started on breakfast. it's lightning quick and he makes really good work of some toast, eggs, rashers and hashbrowns- a whole spread. and the entire time, his baby girl just sat there quietly, patiently, waiting for another marshmallow.

he rewards her with another one, "good girl," he whispers and ruffles her hair before he sets the table. he can hear your alarm go off and the shuffling of footsteps in your room above him and he decides its time to hide the secrets of their sunrise sugar rush. the marshmallow bag makes its way back into the cupboard, the skewer and her grubby little fingers washed and johnny carries his girl back out the garden fort like nothings happened.

"remember," he reminds her, "what don't we do?"

"throw the slugs?" she answers with great confidence and he pulls his head back in confusion.

"what? i mean yeah, we don't throw slugs but we don't tell ..." and he trails off letting her finish with a small "mommy!" and he highfives her, "i miss mommy," she finishes and johnny laughs, he gets it. he really does. you last saw her 45 minutes ago but it feels like a lifetime away.

she slumps her little head against his firm chest and johnny doesn't even wince at her little saliva that trickles- he's seen way worse and had way worse done to him by his little monster. but with her cheek smushes and her breaths slowing, a grin presses to johnny's face, "daddy?" comes her slowed call.

"yes, princess?- sorry, queen of the fairies," he ammends, seeing her little smile grow as a giggle leaves her.

"can we go sleep now?" she asks and he carefully takes her plastic wings off her back and lies her down on the blanketed ground.

"of course we can," he kisses her temple and she burrows herself into his hold and into the heat, just like when she was younger and johnny's heart soars. it doesn't take long for him to fall back to sleep either; identical little snores taking up the garden air of your home and they're both long far gone to hear your calls.

"johnny? darling?" you call out in confusion. you eat your breakfast alone which was incredibly unusual but as you pad your barefeet out into the open garden door you pause, there sleeps a gigantic shirtless fairy and matching little blonde locks tucked up against him.

it's scary how alike they are, how much love and light theyve taken up in your heart and you don't need to be close enough to feel the heat; you can just melt at the sight of it. you gingerly paddle towards them, entering the fort like its a sacred spot and johnny stirs at the noise.

"hey baby," his voice is gruff, husky with sleep and you kiss his lips gently, he makes room for you in an instant. he holds you and you hold your magnetic babygirl who at her mothers touch, lets out a little sigh and curls in closer, reaching out to grab onto your hair around her little fists.

"i made you breakfast," he mumbles and you thank him quietly, careful not to wake the little creature tucked under your chin,

"i made daddy make the fire," comes a tiny breath and you laugh, a slow grin taking over johnny's face.

"is that so, my little darling," you coo and she lifts her head once and then drops it immediately out like a light.

"if the world knew what the human torch gets up to these days," you click your tongue and johnny still with his eyes closed pinches your side in a tease.

"i am saving my world," he emphasises and just like his carbon copy of a daughter, he's gone in an instant.

riya saying hi: hi !! 🥺💘 thank you so much for all the love on the johnny fics so far you guys are truly incredible! the amount of love i woke up to this morning has me in tears! thank you, thank you, thank you! here's some girl dad! domesticated johnny that i dreamt about last night and god, i hope you like it and have a lovely day wherever this finds you, see you soon! 💋🙈