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go save the world – choi seungcheol x gn!reader

blurb !!! You hate superheroes. You understand that they’re important for keeping the peace against villains trying to take over your city but from the insurance premiums to constantly being on the lookout for flying trashcans, your sanity, and bank account – you need a break. It doesn’t help when your boss puts you in charge of a new unit for writing articles on superheroes.

info !!! no afab/fem mention, mainly gender neutral, no reader body shape mention, use of y/n, swearing, non-idol au, superhero au, reporter!reader, reporter!seungcheol, superman!seungcheol (obvi), reader has bad eyesight/wears glasses, reader is snarky, get ready to cringe because i don’t know that much about superman’s lore or dc, based off superman 1978, ii donner cut, & superman 2025 ft. svt soonyoung, bts namjoon, & txt taehyun

WARNINGS !!! SFW but MDNI 18+ blog, kinda suggestive but nothing explicit in this, swearing, mentions of almost dying, not proofread just pure free flowing thought

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author’s note !!! this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up or inspired by the superman movies. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts.

“you got a busy day today / go save the world, i'll be around” superman taylor swift

You loved your job.

If you didn’t hear the news your boss just told you – you would still love your job.

“Huh?” You repeat as your right eye begins to twitch.

“I’m promoting you to be supervisor for the new unit focusing on superheroes!”

Oh.

Clutching your cup of iced coffee tighter to your chest, you let a simple “Oh.”

“This will be such a great opportunity for you to showcase your skills being in charge of a team! Maybe in the future –”

You didn’t want to hear your boss out about this opportunity that will make you want to rip your eyeballs from your eye sockets as he continues excitedly gesticulating. “Mr. Kim, respectfully, I decline.”

He pauses mid-word to pout at you, unleashing his saddest puppy eyes. “I told you not to call me that.”

Clenching your teeth as you relax your hands from strangling your cup, “Mr. Namjoon.”

“Nuh-uh, Joon.”

“Mr. Joon, I say with the upmost respect for you as my wonderful boss, I decline. I like my job position just the way it is.”

He blinks a couple of times before straightening his back to reach his full height, “I will add an entire month’s worth of vacation days, your birthday PTO, and increase your salary an extra figure.”

With that you drop your cup to shake his hands vigorously as you spit out word vomit, “How did you know I love superheroes! Can’t get enough of them! I’ll start the unit right away as I have the perfect team in mind.”

“I’ll sign your promotion and send it to Yoongi.”

You skip off to your office as Namjoon lets out a relieved sigh.

After allowing yourself to splurge on a few dream items once your new paperwork was submitted with your new comfy salary going into effect, you called your first victims to your office.

“Mr. Kwon and Mr. Choi, I have called you into my office today to recruit you for a new unit I’m supervising regarding Superheroes.” Your eyes peek over your glasses as your gaze flicks between them – Seungcheol looking nervous and Soonyoung smirking. “I think the two of you would be perfect candidates.”

Looking back down at your desktop to finish typing out your outline for the first article on Nightwing as he just stopped a bank robbery downtown. “So, did the two of you hear anything crime related last night?”

“Uh, yeah.” Soonyoung says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Superman stopped a train from derailing this morning.”

You stop typing and let out a big sigh. “Superman this, Superman that.”

Seungcheol says surprised, “It sounds like you don’t like Superman?”

“Yeah, well I’m not a fan of the guy. He appears out of nowhere 3 months ago – claiming that he was sent to Earth to “help out humankind”. The only helping he’s doing is raising my car insurance! At least the other heroes keep it contained to the other city. Last week, my favorite coffee shop was obliterated from that robot attack. Thanks a lot, Superman.”

The two men stand awkwardly as you begin furiously clacking on your keyboard. “Um, Supervisor L/n.”

“Yes, Mr. Choi.”

“Why are you in charge of this unit if you dislike superheroes.”

“Because, Mr. Choi, Mr. Kim Namjoon is a playing a sick prank on me.” You say loud enough for the devil himself to hear it outside your office and shoot you a dazzling grin through the window.

“Dick.” Mumbling under your breath but force a grin while looking at them. “Anyway, I aim to have our first article published in a week, so please email me by Friday for revisions.”

They both nod and leave you alone in your office to stuff a handful of your favorite candy to cope.

Monday night was calm, except for the bus bench almost hitting your window when you look out of your apartment. A flash of red and blue saved you from spending the rest of the night on hold with your insurance company and flipping to any news channel that isn’t covering the current event.

Tuesday night was almost better, except for the blaring of sirens next to your building that kept you up from 2 AM to 5 AM.

Wednesday night was when you still had hope, except for the water shortage due to Superman using the city’s supply to defeat a fire villain.

Thursday night was when you gave up, especially when your building was evacuated for toxic gas released by Poison Ivy.

Friday morning, you stumble to your desk with a shitty iced coffee in hand and a massive migraine. Your coat is soaked through due to the heavy rainstorm raging outside and a dark cloud follows you to your desk.

Keeping your desktop silent helped keep your anxiety from spiking to ridiculous heights whenever the bell sound alerted of you to another message from Soonyoung about what thoughts he had in the past 10 minutes. Your inbox had a slew of emails that were junk and the articles you asked for. Soonyoung had written a wonderful piece on Bronze Tiger’s current mission of helping community gardens in lower income neighborhoods but not publishably as it was riddled with tiger puns every other sentence. Seungcheol however had centered his article on how misunderstood Superman is and even dared to include a mini-interview with the man himself.

It pissed you off.

A knock on your door turned your attention to Namjoon pointing to his phone as you picked up yours, accepting his call.

“Cheol’s is getting published.”

“Personally, Mr. Kim, I think Mr. Kwon’s piece could be the needed freshness that readers need in the morning.”

“He ended the piece by explaining that Tiger man’s costume in extensive detail.”

“Appealing to fashion lovers.”

“He used “horanghae” multiple times, which isn’t a real word.”

“Fine. I’ll sign off on Mr. Choi’s article.”

“Don’t have to! I already printed it.”

“Excuse me?”

Namjoon has the audacity to grin at you as he disconnects the call and walk away. You slam your fists on your desk as multiple frazzled interns run past your window, carrying stacks of newspapers.

THE MAKINGS OF OUR NEWEST SUPERHERO

by Choi Seungcheol

The city has been introduced to its newest superhero who has been spotted saving cats from trees and putting out fires. The blur of blue and red you may spot from your window – Superman. Photo spready by Jeon Wonwoo continued on page 2.

You bite your tongue as you spot Seungcheol’s article is plastered to the front page of the newspaper. The rows and rows of the Daily Planet covering every corner newspaper stand in the city mocking you on your way to work. Usually, you would drive or take the train but during last night’s events a giant alien-like creature crushed the station entrance nearest to you and blocked off the street.

Setting your sights forward and turning the volume on your noise cancelling headphones louder as you book it to work. The brisk morning air is very much appreciated to calm the rage you felt brewing inside.

As you were about to cross the street, you feel your feet lift off the ground as a strong set of arms are wrapped around your abdomen and a presence pressing into your back.

Immediately, pausing your music as you look around, confused to see people crowding below you some even holding their phones in your direction and at a moving truck on its side in the alleyway.

“What the fuck?”

The presence gently sets you back down on the ground as you turn around to see the same man you were cursing earlier. The red and yellow “S” staring back at you as people talk over each other, trying to get Superman’s attention.

“Apologies, but you were distracted, and a truck was going to hit you.” His deep voice is aggravatingly soothing as dimples surround his blindingly white teeth.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Anytime. Maybe only wear headphones covering one ear.” And with that he flies up and away.

“Oh my god. He’s so handsome!”

“I wish he would save me.”

“Superman has dimples? I’m even more attracted to him.”

The comments by the people around you solidify that you did not make up the interaction.

By the time you show up to work, everyone in the office has already heard of your little interaction. One of the interns in the photography department, Taehyun you think, bounces up to you with his phone in hand. Staring up at you in awe, he asks “Did you really get saved by Superman?”

“Yes.” You grit out. You want to continue by saying “unfortunately”, but the way Taehyun’s eyes are shinning you decide against it and nod as you walk to the kitchen.

Grabbing a can of the only energy drink you can stand, you lean against the sink as you rub your temple. If Taehyun was a taste of what you’ll run into later, you’ll need the extra energy. The silence is broken by a quiet “ow” and creaking of the door.

Opening your eyes, you see the familiar outline of Seungcheol, “Morning, Mr. Choi.”

The tall man bows as he walks around you to the fridge, grabbing the same drink. You watch him quietly as he tries not to bump into you.

“Congratulations, by the way… for getting the front page. Your article was well written.”

He doesn’t respond to you right away, but you see his ears turn bright red as his mouth opens and closes. “T-thank you. That compliment means a lot coming from you.”

You hum in response as your eyes over your glasses skim over his figure – the white button up is rolled up to his elbows, his black slacks are wrinkled, and his shoes are scoffed from wear and tear. His hair is messy, like he’s been constantly brushing it out of his eyes, and the glasses frames are perched at the tip of nose.

Tilting your head to the side, you realize that you haven’t taken an actual look at Seungcheol. He is attractive, just like the rest of the employees on your floor. You have a bad habit of not making eye contact with people or even looking at their face. You tend to look next or above their head. It also doesn’t help that your glasses are old, and your prescription has gotten worse, but you couldn’t afford new ones.

Maybe you’ll put your bonus towards that.

“I’m sure you heard, but I had a little run in with your friend.”

“My friend?”

“The new hero.”

“Superman?”

“Yes.”

“He’s not really my friend. I just got to interview him.”

“Well, can you see if he’s free for another interview. With me.” Seungcheol shocked – hits his head on a shelf – turns towards you, but you walk out, saying over your shoulder. “I need it for my next article.”

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author's note i saw superman on sunday & i’ve been annoying ever since. this was originally a vernon fic because he’s my bias, but during the movie i kept thinking “oh my god that’s cheol”. this is very much self-indulgent.

probably won't write a part two, just wanted to post this. also, look at me! i can't stick to my word or schedule! hopefully, i'll be able to get out my previously promised wips.

#seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #seventeen oneshot #superman au #please reblog if you enjoyed

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