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into the aurora - chapter five (ot8)
chapter five: a new home
summary: you didn’t expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.
warnings: none for this chapter. please let me know if I missed any.
pairings: ot8 x reader
genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut
word count: 4.1K
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chapter summary: you sink into a new rhythm at the dorm during dinner
The dorms are a lot nicer than you expected, and far cleaner. They give you a tour excitedly, walking you through the space and pointing out whose room is whose and what the little trinkets or gadgets spread around are for. There are two doors, a main front door and a back door that connects to the private garage, which you find out quickly is the only door really in use to preserve some level of privacy. Both doors lead to a large main foyer which connects to the living room where an oversized gray sectional dominates one side of the wall. It’s sparse, but not decorated poorly at all. There is a lush carpet and clear acrylic coffee table, and to your joy, house plants. Large windows span the living room wall and spill into the kitchen which sits to the left, a bright clean space with a large white kitchen island and red sconce lighting hanging across the middle.
From there to the right there is a long hallway with stairs at the back and the boys note quickly that Yunho and San share a room on the bottom floor as do Wooyoung and Seonghwa and upstairs Hongjoong and Jongho, and Mingi and Yeosang. There are two bathrooms, one on each level, that you are surprised to find spotless, and finally a side room concealed behind two large sliding doors.
“We’ll convert this,” Hongjoong says as he slides open the double doors. There is a long plush couch against the far wall in this private room, and otherwise various items strewn about. A MacBook and headphones open on the side table, an easel tucked to one side, books littered about, and a cup of discarded tea. The room is otherwise fairly large and bright though and would work well as a space just for you.
“Sorry,” Yeosang starts packing up some of the drawing items and Seonghwa springs into action cleaning up the cup and pushing the books to fit tightly against the wall, “We really just use this space for a kind of office or creative space when we’re home.”
“Oh,” you exclaim, “I don’t mean to take it away from you!”
“Oh no,” Yeosang continues, “It’s smart to have your own space, we should have thought about it before.”
“Exactly,” Hongjoong nods, “We’ll have a bed ordered and whatever else you might need. The doors don’t lock, but we’ll respect your privacy of course if the doors are closed,”
You turn and smile warmly, “Thank you,”
“It’s the least we could do,” he replies, “we know you’re taking a big leap of faith here.”
It feels comforting to have it acknowledged, and thus far every comment from the boys has been hinged on your comfort, your consent, and with an understanding that your life fundamentally changes going forwards. In a way, the limb you’re standing out on with these eight men feels safer and more secure than any of your past relationships.
“We’ll let you get settled,” Seonghwa interrupts as the last of your bags and boxes is deposited on the floor of the room, “We’ll bring you some blankets and things that should be fine until we get everything ordered for you.”
“Thank you, thank you all,”
Dinner is waiting, but they leave you to get some space while they set up the table. You can hear them bantering a bit, but it sounds a bit more subdued, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they were a little nervous now that you were here, walking around in their space and making it your own. You look over to your things, a small pile of possessions. Two boxes and three carry-on size suitcases line up on the wall and it’s frankly shocking to you that this is all you found important out of your tiny apartment to keep with you. It amounts to your clothes, some books, a few small knick knacks, your cosmetics, electronics, yoga mat, and a stuffed plushie cat that you typically slept with. It takes you all of ten minutes to unpack the boxes, and you resolve to go through your clothes later, noting that thankfully there was a small corner closet to the room.
When you pull open the sliding door and make your way out into the main space the nerves wash back over you. You weren’t going home, you were home. In the span of a week, you had leased your apartment, moved to a new city, signed up for a new job with no real plan, and started a relationship with eight men. Eight idols. Your head is swimming as you look across the room and watch them setting up dinner and putting out the dishes.
You’re pretty sure a breathy sound escapes you because several of them look up to you. Jongho smiles warmly, “Okay?”
“Yes,” you nod, “I just realized I’m not leaving, I get to stay,”
They smile at you and Hongjoong pulls out a chair at the table for you. At a quick glance you see that there are nine chairs, and it warms you down to your core to think that there were probably only eight chairs here last week and now there is a place for you, built right in.
As you all sit down, Seonghwa is the first to break the slight pause in conversation. “I was thinking we could order you a few things for your room,” he’s seated directly to your left and angles towards you, “a proper bed and some other things. Maybe a desk?”
“A desk, that’s a good idea,” Hongjoong offers.
“That would be great,” you agree, “but I might wait a bit,”
“For what?” Seonghwa’s brows furrows.
You’re mid bite of your food, so you cover your mouth softly and finish chewing before offering, “I should get my first paycheck in a few weeks, and then I can really pick up a few things I’ll need.”
Seonghwa laughs, “You’re not paying for it,”
“Oh,” you lower your hand holding your chopsticks and meet his eyes.
“We didn’t buy the furniture here,” he says, “we can ask for a few things to be brought in, it’s no trouble.”
You’re quiet for a moment, considering his words, before you immediately snap your head to your right, “Hongjoong,”
“Mm?” He replies.
“Who is going to know about me? You have managers in and out of this place I assume, and staff that’s with you frequently?”
The conversation at the other end of the table seems to slow to listen to the response.
“Our direct managers know,” he says, putting his own chopsticks down and taking a sip of water, “they would have to otherwise we would have no way of explaining why you’re here. They’re discreet and understand the situation, the dynamics.”
“Okay,” you nod, “you’ll have to tell me who knows and who doesn’t, I don’t want to make a mistake in front of someone who shouldn’t know.”
He agrees and continues, “As far as anyone else? The staff otherwise can’t know, so we should all,” and he turns to address the rest of the boys, “be careful about being too familiar or informal in front of anyone else or at work.”
There is a murmur of agreement across the table.
“Will anyone in the production office know?” You ask.
“No,” he shakes his head firmly, “definitely not.”
“Who does Eden think I am then?”
“A new friend of mine,” Hongjoong says, “I didn’t tell him how we met, just that I heard your work and thought you were very promising.”
“Ah, so us being friends will explain some of the familiarity then,” you nod, “that’s good.”
“Mm,” Hongjoong nods and gently smooths his thumb over the back of your knuckles, “we’ll be careful. We’ll just have two worlds really, work and here at home.”
You nod and look across them, “Okay,”
“It actually helps that you’ll be working at KQ,” Jongho says from the other end of the table, his face thoughtful, “it won’t be strange that we’re seen with you or spending time with you outside of work, we’ll all just look like friends.”
“Good point,” Wooyoung comments, taking a bite of his dinner before continuing with his mouth half full, “and we don’t get that much attention in Korea, it’s really in the States where it’s worse,”
“They have a different celebrity culture,” Jongho notes, “much less privacy.”
“It’s really just people knowing you live here,” Seonghwa agrees, “otherwise we should be able to live fairly normally, so please don’t worry too much,”
You nod, “That makes sense, I just want to be sure I’m careful.”
San smiles from a few seats away, “We appreciate that,”
“Of course,” you smile back.
“When does work start?” Jongho gently turns the topic of conversation, and you notice how the light tension breaks, everyone feeling comfortable to start digging into their meals again.
“Ah, Monday,”
“Exciting,” Wooyoung comments, “Only a few more days of freedom,” he playfully quirks his eyebrows at you.
“Honestly, I’m looking forward to it,” you sigh, “I was officially getting tired of being a barista,”
“Oh, so you make delicious coffee, hmm?” Mingi teases, “we’ll have to remember that.”
“We have a very fancy espresso machine,” Wooyoung points to the kitchen behind him.
“Ah, I see,” you tease back, “so I’ll be your live in barista. Now I know your ulterior motives,”
Wooyoung is laughing, “Only two of us really know how to work the machine so,”
“Oh, so you need me to help take some of the work, I see,” it feels good to tease them, to lighten up and just be with them. Before now you weren’t completely sure what it would be like, but here you are playfully messing with Wooyoung and Mingi, while the rest of the boys trade shouts and comments.
“Oh!” Wooyoung exclaims, bouncing his hands on the table, “a game!”
“What game?” Yeosang asks him from the side.
“[y/n], guess our café orders,” Wooyoung gives you a wolfish smile, his tongue against his teeth, “I bet you can’t.”
“A bet?” you lean forwards, “please,”
“So confident!” Mingi exclaims, laughing.
“What will you give me if I win?” you narrow your eyes playfully at Wooyoung.
A chorus of “oohs” echo across the table and Seonghwa playfully nudges your arm.
“I’ll buy you coffee for the rest of the month.” Wooyoung says confidently, “but if you lose?”
You consider for a moment and think before saying, “I’ll make your coffee for the rest of the month.”
“Do you know how much coffee he drinks?” Yunho laughs pointing at Wooyoung, “that is a full-time job.”
“So, it’s a real challenge then,”
Wooyoung is delighted, clapping his hands together he leans forwards, “Agreed.”
You decide to go around in a circle, starting with Wooyoung. You playfully straighten up, taking the bet seriously and consider him. The boys around you are sniggering, slapping each other playfully as they watch you, murmuring comments to themselves.
“Iced coffee, iced americano. Black.” You say simply and Wooyoung’s eyes widen. You know you nailed it.
“That was an easy one, I always drink that,” he pouts and leans back in his chair.
“Jongho,” you turn to him, “you seem like…” it takes you a moment, but you finally land on it, “a latte, no sugar.”
The reaction of the other boys is enough to confirm your suspicion but Jongho nods at you as if you were a fierce competitor in battle, “Very good.”
You clap your hands lightly and smile, “Yeosang.”
“Hmm?” He is calm, regarding you carefully and leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.
By the way Wooyoung is giggling like mad, you know that he thinks this one would be the hardest for you, which tips you off immediately to the fact that this wasn’t going to be the normal coffee order.
You throw a smirk to Wooyoung before looking back to Yeosang and saying, “Judging by how pleased he is, you don’t necessarily prefer coffee.”
Yeosang’s expression says it all, and you hear Yunho and San exclaim in excitement. Yeosang leans forward slightly and gestures for you to go on.
“I think you like coffee, but you usually order tea. Matcha?”
Yeosang’s smile is small but offers confirmation, “I don’t know how you got that,”
You shrug, “I’m pretty good at reading people, at least for café orders,”
There’s a chorus of laughs and you hear San say to Seonghwa behind you that Wooyoung was going down. You shift to your right to regard Hongjoong and hum in contemplation.
Hongjoong’s eyes flick over you, his expression playful and teasing and the sharpness of his gaze almost shakes you, but you dust it off before confirming your suspicions, “Iced americano, but you also like iced… lattes I think.”
“You’re too good,” he says and Yunho claps in excitement from the other side of the table.
Wooyoung is sulking now, “This isn’t fair!”
“How is this not fair? You’re just losing,” San hysterically laughs, clapping his hands.
You grin at Wooyoung, “I think these four are the easiest too,” you gesture to the other half of the table, “so you better start getting ready for morning Starbucks runs,”
San stands, letting out a low teasing sound and pointing to Wooyoung.
You turn to your left now to regard Seonghwa. This close his face is even more stunning, but his expression is so soft and kind you can hardly believe that the man in front of you and the man you see on stage hyping up the audience are the same person.
“Hmmm,” you murmur, “I’ve seen you drinking coffee, so I know that you do.”
Seonghwa nods, “True,”
“But,” you shake your head and touch his forearm softly, “I think you also like fruity drinks, sweet things. I think you either order an iced americano or… jeju tangerine green tea.”
Seonghwa’s mouth drops open in frank surprise, “There’s no way,”
Playfully you give him a nudge, “you’re not that difficult to read, oppa.”
The laugher is close to hysteria, and at this point the table is all in on you beating Wooyoung in this bet.
San is up still, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “My turn,”
You look up to him and wave him off, “You don’t drink coffee, you like decaf tea, I noticed that last time. But I think you’re definitely one of those people who just orders flavored steam milk, am I right?” he’s thrilled, and you hear Wooyoung groan.
Giving him a backwards glance, you add, “My order is an iced americano with cream by the way, for when I win.”
“Oh sure,” Wooyoung groans again, “of course.”
You and San exchange a warm smile before you look to Mingi.
“What do you think?” He asks.
“Mocha.” You reply with no hesitation.
He exclaims a wow and shakes his head, “how did you know so fast,”
“I’ve been around you for a total of two days and you’re always snacking on chocolate,” you shrug, “you like sweet things.”
“Insane,” Yunho says next to him.
You shift to Yunho finally and swallow hard when you see his expression. He’s recovered himself from laughing and has leaned forward, elbows on the table, mouth leaning against his clasped hands. He says nothing, but gives you a single eyebrow raise as if to say, try me.
It takes you a moment. There are a million possibilities for him and his varied personality. He shifts between the high energy puppy and the introspective hard-working dancer at lightning speed, but in this moment his sharp and daring expression, charged with a deep flirtatious undertone, strikes a pool of warmth in your stomach. “I think,” you start to say and his eyes light up, “you’re a black coffee guy, black iced americanos too.”
Yunho’s lips break into a smile and for just a moment you think you’ve won.
Wooyoung jumps up first, screaming in excitement and it hits you.
“No,” you shake your head, “not a chance,”
“Wrong,” Yunho shrugs.
The table is going insane, even Jongho and Yeosang joining in on the high energy moment. Wooyoung, ever the gracious winner, points to Yunho and exclaims, “he can’t even look at an americano without sweetener,”
“Wait,” you wave your hands, “you have to tell me what it is,”
“Iced,” he starts, and the table choruses the rest with him, “caramel macchiato.”
You groan and drop your head into your hands, “Of course you and Mingi would be addicted to the sweet stuff,”
“Ah! Don’t throw me in with him!” Yunho exclaims.
“Please,” you shake your head, “clearly my skills aren’t what they used to be,”
“Come on [y/n], I’ll show you where the espresso machine is,” Wooyoung jumps up and waves to you playfully, “you know since you’ll be making my coffee every morning.”
“All right, all right,” you groan, “I concede, but I was close!”
“But not close enough,” Wooyoung is enjoying this, poking fun and pushing your buttons, an easy rhythm to fall into.
The dinner finishes just as chaotically, and by the end of it your face hurts from smiling, it’s been so long since you’ve been able to just relax into something and laugh so hard. It feels like a dream, and after a while you end up staying quiet and watching, seeing the way they trade stories, comments, and jabs at lightning speed. You have your chin resting on your clasped hands, laughing along, when Hongjoong’s hand smooths gently on your thigh and catches your attention.
“Are you doing okay?” he checks in.
“Yeah,” you nod, “really good.”
“Ah, good, you got quiet. I know it can be a lot sometimes,” he says to you quietly.
“No,” you shake your head, “I love it, it just,”
He angles his head a little, “what is it?” Something in his eyes seems nervous, and you wonder if he’s worried you suddenly changed your mind.
“I haven’t felt,” you search for the words and bite your lip, and when you do Hongjoong’s thumb rubs firm smoothing circles against your leg. Looking up to him, you continue, “I haven’t felt at home in a very long time,”
He certainly wasn’t expecting that, and his eyes widen just slightly, “Oh,”
“It’s a little surprising to me too,” you admit.
He smiles and leans in just a bit, “I’m glad you feel that way,”
You are about to respond but gentle hands on your shoulders break your focus, and you look up to see San standing behind your chair, looking down at you. “Hi,” you say, and you feel the warmth in your cheeks.
“I thought I could help you get settled,” he says and squeezes your shoulders. It’s a little bit transparent that what he really wants is a few moments alone with you, but you don’t tease and instead just respond with a nod and thanks.
“I know it’s not that late,” you murmur seeing the time on your phone, “but honestly I’m exhausted,” you say to the table.
“It was a busy day,” Jongho notes, “and you flew in this morning, right?”
“Yes, I was up at 4,”
“Too early,” Mingi offers as he clears his plate and Yunho’s, heading for the kitchen.
You nod and run a hand through your hair, “I spent half the morning being terrified of seeing you all again too, so I think I’m in need of some sleep,”
“Terrified?” Yunho looks up at you.
“No, no, well… I was nervous,” you say, “I didn’t know what to expect and this is pretty much the only spontaneous thing I’ve ever done in my life so, you know,”
“Ah, well I hope you’re not nervous anymore,” he smiles.
Looking across all of them at the table, and seeing San at your side, you shake your head, “No, I’m really not anymore. Today was good,” you pull your sweater a little closer around you and clear your throat, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while, and you’ve all been so kind today. I just want to say thank you,”
“You don’t have to thank us for that,” Yeosang says, “we’re happy you’re here.”
There are a few hums of agreement across the table and you sigh softly before looking to your side at San, “If you can show me where to get some blankets, I’d appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he takes a step away and gestures for you to follow. You turn back to the table and bid your goodnights to everyone, and they give you the space to go. You don’t see the way they watch you as you leave.
San heads to a linen closet near the bathroom and pulls down some extra sheets and blankets, grabbing a pillow too before jogging over to your new room and setting them on the edge of the couch.
“Thank you,” you murmur, and he looks at you, hesitant for a moment.
He takes a breath before saying, “I was worried I’d never see you again when you left last week,”
“I know,” you step towards him and reach out.
He accepts your hand and laces his fingers with yours, “I’m happy you’re here to stay,”
“Me too,” you agree, and he takes a step closer to you. You feel his warmth against you at this proximity and your mind buzzes with the memory of the first kiss you shared, something that now feels like a lifetime ago.
“What made you agree?” he asks, his fingers ghosting along your arm.
“Honestly?”
“Mm,” he nods.
“I kept saying I wanted to go home, that at home I could think about Hongjoong’s offer and make a decision, but the minute I got to my apartment I realized that place had never been a home for me. It was just a place. I thought that even if this was a crazy decision it might,” you glance down from his intense gaze and look at your clasped hands, “I thought I might as well try to find a home somewhere else instead of staying there and doing exactly what I was supposed to.”
His warm fingers slide softly up the skin of your neck, coming to rest at your jaw and he tilts your face back up to meet his eyes, “I’m happy you’re not alone there anymore,”
“Me too,” you murmur in agreement.
San looks like he has something else to say, but holds it, and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. You lean up into it, and San unwinds his hand from holding yours to come behind you, wrapping around your waist and bringing you tighter. He kisses deep, with palpable emotion behind every movement, his tongue gently flicking against yours as your mouths part to deepen the kiss. The feeling between you is electric, your skin buzzing and your mind blank to anything but the feeling of his warm hands on your body and his lips against yours.
He breaks the kiss after a moment, leaning his forehead against yours, before pulling away and pressing a parting kiss to your hairline. His hands loosen, and he steps a comfortable distance away, running a hand through his hair and sighing, “I was going to say we should go on a date this Saturday,” he laughs softly, eyes sparkling at you, “but I got distracted.”
“A date?” you fumble out, surprised.
“It would be nice to get to know you better,” he says, “I think all of us want some one-on-one time with you,”
“So, what you’re saying is I’m about to get woo-ed by all eight of you?” you chuckle, nudging him in the ribs.
“Well, you’re already woo-ed by me,” his smile is little devilish, “but yes, essentially.”
“Hmm,” you murmur, “eight times the flowers, eight times the romantic walks on the beach, it sounds pretty perfect to me.”
San leans in and captures your lips again, his hand warm against your cheek, “Good,” he says softly before giving you space again and clearing his throat a bit, “for now I’ll let you get some sleep,”
“Okay,” nothing you could do would get the smile off your face now.
“Goodnight, y/n” he says, stepping out of the room and looking back at you.
“Goodnight,” you reply, and he smiles warmly as he pulls your sliding door shut.
Alone in the room your mind spins, butterflies fluttering in your stomach and nervous excited energy bubbling out of you. As you fix up your makeshift bed for the night, you know for sure that you made the correct choice. Sitting at the table you had never been so sure of something in your life. Settling back in the covers you listen to the sounds of the dorm – the hum of the heater, the comforting murmur of voices just far enough away that you can’t make out the words. You fall asleep fast, sinking into the comforting warmth of your new home, your dreams swimming with thoughts of them all.
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into the aurora - chapter thirteen (ot8)
chapter twelve: a little more in the morning
note: as a special thank you to all of my kind readers, today is a double update!! click 'next chapter' to get to chapter fourteen 🤍
summary: you didn’t expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.
warnings: lots and lots of smut, nothing super specific to flag though~
pairings: ot8 x reader
genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, smut
word count: 5.9K
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Your life is now a mix of late nights and early mornings, constantly moving and catching up to all eight of your boys who seem used to and comfortable with this kind of schedule. Your days are hectic, but full.
You start every day like you always do; yoga, quiet time, and coffee with Yeosang before work. Your days at the office are incredibly varied depending on what the focus is for the week, but on average you’re in meetings with the production team, learning as much as possible, and spending your afternoons in the studio alongside Edenary. The evenings stretch long too, partnering up with Hongjoong and Mingi while they workshop their tracks and rap verses, or visiting all of them at dance practice. Your social life is starting to blossom outside of the boys too, new friends at work becoming people text or grab coffee with mid-day. It’s the fullest schedule you’ve ever had, and you keep being told that this is nothing compared to the thick of comeback preparation or tour.
You wake to a warm hand stroking your hair and the weight of someone settled on the side of your bed. The night before you were at the studio late, well past midnight, unable to leave Hongjoong when he was so deeply plugged in. Watching him work is exhilarating, it makes you feel like you know nothing about music, thousands of things to learn and you don’t want to waste a second of it, regardless of what it’s doing to your sleep or your schedule. Easing into consciousness and the touch against your hair, you stretch long, struggling to open your eyes, a yawn on your lips.
“y/n,” comes Yeosang’s deep tone, “y/n…” he soothes.
You groan and roll towards his voice, his hand running down your back as you do, “What time is it?”
“After nine, you missed our date,” he murmurs.
The time startles you; you jerk up with a gasp and reach for your phone – your alarm had gone off, and you clearly slept straight through it. “Oh, God, I’m so late,”
“y/n,” Yeosang catches your hands, pulling your phone away and placing it back on the side table, “it’s Saturday.”
“What?” Sleep clings to you as you try to understand his words.
“There’s no work,” he murmurs, “it’s Saturday, relax.”
“Oh,” you rake your hands through your messy locks and collapse back into the pillows with a sigh.
“You never sleep late,” he murmurs, “I just wanted to check on you, but you started to wake up the minute I opened your door.”
“I’m a light sleeper,” you tell him.
“Mm,” he nods, looking down at your warmly, “your body must have needed the rest though, I’m sorry I interrupted.”
“Oh no,” you catch his hand in yours, “I don’t like sleeping late usually or missing my routine,”
“I know,” he nods.
You let yourself wake up a little, listening to the house around you, only hearing Yeosang’s steady breathing. “Is everyone still asleep?”
“Mostly,”
“Hmm,” you stretch under his palm that rests warmly on your side.
“Do you want to try and sleep more? Or should I get you a cup of coffee?” He shifts, his leg hitching higher on the bed so he can turn towards you.
It’s been weeks of flirting with him; hot kisses in the kitchen and nothing more. It seems to you like now is the perfect moment, but something is preventing him from making the move. He hasn’t taken you out formally like some of the others, and hasn’t jumped your bones either, he’s simply paced and steady and not shifting gears. There’s no way he doesn’t notice what you’re wearing though, a silky sleep tank top that you’re sure keeps very little from his imagination. His fingers toy with the fabric lightly and the thoughts of him swimming around in your brain combined with the innocent brushes of his fingers is enough to make you want him.
“Yeosang,” you shake your head, tugging softly at the fabric of his sweats, “would you hold me for a minute?”
His eyes widen a little, “Hold you?”
“Yeah,” you pull at the fabric again, “come here,”
He shifts into the bed with you, letting you pull the covers over him and snuggle close into the firm plane of his chest. He’s tense, and it takes him a moment to settle his hands on you, but eventually he breathes a sigh and rests one hand on your back and the other over your hand on his chest.
“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep more?” He murmurs, “You seem tired, and I know you’ve been working so hard lately,”
“I’m okay,” you take a moment to just soak up his warmth and the feeling of his arms around you, “I just thought this might be nice for a second, we don’t get a lot of time alone.”
“Oh,” he says, and you can hear the brightness in his tone, “well then I’ll stay as long as you want,”
You rest your cheek on his chest, relaxing into the soft fabric of his black shirt on your cheek, the tips of your fingers stroking a subtle pattern on his abdomen. You’re not sure if he will make the first move, or even if he’s picked up on what you want yet, but you try with subtle movements to let him know. You stretch against him, pressing your body tighter to his as you do, and let your hand drop down lower, settled just an inch or two away from the waistband of his sweats.
He clears his throat softly and shifts his hips. You’re sure he’s already getting hard and trying to hide it when he draws one leg up, effectively lifting the material of his sweats away from his hips and giving him a little room. “Do you,” he shifts again, and you catch the twitch of something in his pants before he finds a better position, “have any plans for today?”
“Um,” you shift to look up at him, dragging your leg up over his as you do, “nothing special,”
“Ah,” you watch as he swallows hard.
“You?”
“Some of us are going to the studio later,” he says, “you should come if you’re free,”
You nod, holding his gaze, and then make another forward move. The tips of your fingers edge under the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding now just on skin, and you watch as his eyes flick over to watch the movement of your hand.
“y/n,” he breathes slowly.
“Is this okay?” You check, feeling how frozen he is under you.
He nods and you push your hand further, now moving past the edge of his boxers and lower still. You watch his eyes stay locked on where your hand disappears into his pants, and he inhales sharply as your fingers finally brush the base of his hardening cock.
“I’ve been thinking,” you brush your fingers just a little higher, feeling him twitch under your touch, “we’ve waited too long to do this.” Your mind flicks back to the first moment in the kitchen.
He opens his mouth to say something, but you slide your hand fully upwards, wrapping your fingers around his hard length and pumping it once. Yeosang groans in response, his eyes fluttering shut, and he exhales hard through his nose, “So when you said hold you,” he smiles, “you had other plans?”
“If you want,” you stroke him again, and this time you pull up to the tip, rolling your wrist just right before dragging your hand back down and resting at the base. Now with him heavy in your hand you can’t hide your surprise, he’s much larger than you would have guessed, and he knows it.
“Don’t stop,” he says, pressing up with his hips a little, “I like where this is going.”
You smile, and work your hand on him again, looking down to watch the way your hand bobs up and down under the fabric of his sweats, the way his abdominal muscles twitch in response, how his fingers tighten on your hip to hold you tight against his body. He shudders a sigh, and finally pushes your hand away, up and out of his pants.
“Why’d you stop me?” You twist to look up at him.
“I just don’t want this to be over too quickly, come here,” he pulls you up to meet his mouth, kissing you hungrily and groaning against your lips. He rocks forwards and dips you backwards so that you’re now laying underneath him, and he pushes up the edge of your shirt while you kiss, shoving it higher until it exposes your breasts to the cool air.
“Yeosang,” you murmur, holding him tight.
“Hmm?” He murmurs but continues kissing you until he’s working his way down your chest. You can’t respond, you can’t really think of anything coherent to say already. He makes his way lower, shifting down the mattress, and cups both of your breasts in his hands, kneading them softly and swiping his thumbs over your hardening nipples.
At a soft sound from the back of your throat he looks up, “These,” he squeezes again softly, and your mouth drops open, “are even prettier than I imagined.” He flicks the pad of his thumb over your nipple once more and you pant, an echo of the noise you made a moment ago. He smiles, “You’re so reactive,”
“Oh,” you breathe, biting your lip when he teases your nipple again.
“I wonder what other noises you make,” he presses down on your sides, a tickle against your ribs and your body jerks under his hands.
“You’re teasing me,” you finally say.
He shakes his head, “I’m just learning what you like,” he says, and the low timbre of his voice has you trembling.
You reach for him, brushing his hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear, holding his jaw in your hand as you look at him, “I’d like it if you touched me,”
“Hmm,” he sighs, “already?”
You nod, “Please,”
He rolls away from you, quickly hopping back out of bed and pulling his shirt off as he does. He tosses it to the side and moves to check that your door is fully pulled shut, pausing to listen to see if he can hear anyone else awake. You sit up, your shirt falling back down to cover yourself, and wait for him again, knees drawn up and you recline back on the heels of your hands. With his shirt off now you can see just how broad he is, muscular and toned, sweats fully hanging off his lean hips and tented at the front where his cock stands ready.
When he turns back to you, he smiles, raking his hands through his slightly curled hair and kneeling on the edge of the bed to come back towards you.
“So?” You ask.
“It’s still pretty quiet,” he nods.
“Then will you come back over here?” You let your knees part, falling open a little and hold his gaze.
Yeosang moves back to the bed, kneeling between your widening legs and his eyes flick over you. You watch him swallow tightly and he reaches out, running a hand up and down your leg from ankle to knee, drinking you in.
“Yeo,” you murmur, “please?” You widen your legs more and he shifts forwards.
“Mm,” he sighs, finally sliding his hand from your lower leg up and brushing it along your inner thing, “I like it when you say my name like that,”
“You do?” You watch him, the way he studies your body and makes little changes in the pressure of his fingers on your skin with every little noise you make.
“Mhm,” he nods, “it sounds like you want me.”
“I do want you,” you breathe.
His hand drags further, and instead of stopping at the topmost part of your thigh, he finally moves closer and slides the pad of his thumb up and down over your clit, the silky fabric of your sleep shorts now the only barrier between you. You hum pushing your hips a little further into his touch and he increases the pressure, circling his thumb again and again, his eyes flicking up to watch your face.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for ages…” he bites his lip as he bares down more with his finger, watching intently as your body twitches under him.
“Why haven’t you?” Your hands tighten against the sheets as you fully relax and lie back, letting him take the lead.
He shrugs, “It’s just timing, I guess,” he runs his finger down, pressing at your entrance and feeling your wetness seep into the satin fabric, “and you’re worth the wait,”
Pleasure flutters through you, and you’re about to beg him for more when he shifts his hand to pull your sleep shorts fully to one side, exposing you bare. Yeosang hums pleasantly when he sees you, returning his thumb to your swollen clit only this time the rough pad of his skin as you flushed and moaning, the sensation so much better and more intense than the earlier promise of his touch.
“How’s that?” He checks in.
“Really, really nice,” you sigh as the heat builds in your belly.
He smiles, and then pushes his middle finger inside you, slowly dragging it in and out. It’s torturously slow, and you jerk your hips, “More,” you prompt him. His eyes glance up to yours and he nods, sliding his ring finger in too, pressing into you deeply and pausing, letting you adjust to the feeling.
His free hand rests on your bare thigh, squeezing softly. His hands are so warm, almost hot skin to skin, and his fingers are perfectly thick and filling. As he starts to pump them, just a little at a time to warm you up, you drop your head back with a groan.
“You’re so wet,” he observes, thrusting just a little bit more firmly to earn a moan from your lips.
“Yeosang,”
“Here,” he slips his fingers out of you and moves to grip your hips, pulling you another few inches down the bed. He pushes his sweatpants down his thighs and the sight of his hard, perfect length has your muscles clenching.
He pulls your sleep shorts to the side again, not bothering to try and take anything off you, and pushes your legs back and open, your hips rocking into the perfect position to take him inside you.
“Oh,” your voice comes out weak, a little hoarse. He’s moving forwards quickly, but the second he teasingly presses the head of his cock inside you before slipping it out and dragging the length of his cock up and down your slit, catching on your sensitive bud, you really don’t seem to care anymore.
“You’re beautiful,” his voice is low.
You blush, your body trembling, and then he pushes his hips forwards and presses his cock inside you. He fills you perfectly with every inch, and your walls stretch around him deliciously until he’s sheathed almost fully inside you and touching every little pleasurable spot inside.
You moan softly, rocking your hips just a bit, and he slides his hands into the perfect spot on your legs to hold you open for him. He thrusts slowly at first, like he did with his fingers, a teasing massage that isn’t quite enough to make you breathless but makes you wetter and starts to build a knot inside you.
He watches you, and starts to push more, rock faster and thrust himself inside you at a steadier pace. You bite your lip, swallowing back a moan and nod, “Like that,”
He holds your legs firmly, the veins in his hand jumping as his fingers flex, and he keeps his pace steady, panting slightly. He reaches down, tugging your sleep shorts further to the side and leans over you just a little more, giving him a better angle and bending your legs further.
“Come here,” he murmurs, drawing your legs together tightly and leaning over you more, tightening your walls around his thick cock and drawing your hips into a deeper dip that lights pleasure up your stomach. You do moan now, unable to stop the sudden wave and you pant out his name.
“You feel so amazing,” he sighs, “so tight,”
”Fuck,” you stammer, “Yeosang, please,”
“What do you want?” He moves hips faster, his expression knotting up in pleasure.
“You can,” you start to say, groaning when he thrusts just a little harder, and you reach up for the headboard to brace yourself, “oh my god,”
“Tell me,” He prompts, slowing down again and stroking your skin.
“I can take more,” you meet his gaze, and you watch his eyes widen, “if you want.”
He stops his thrusts entirely and lets your legs fall back open, “More how?”
“I don’t,” you trip over your words, and he smiles when you blush, “you know what I mean,”
He shifts his hips back, pulling himself free and smiles again when you moan at the sudden movement and loss of him inside you. He shifts over you, cupping your cheek, “Are you asking me to fuck you harder?”
You can’t find words, but you nod.
“Do you like that?” his hand closes over your wrist where you’re still holding onto the rung of your headboard.
He’s shifting now from soft and gentle into something more at the mere indication that you might want it, and wet heat rushes to your core. You nod again, “Please,”
“I just want to take care of you,” he slides his hand up, closing his hand over yours, “and if that’s what you want,” he drops down over you, kissing you harder this time, “I can give that to you.”
The huskiness of his low morning voice combined with his words and his hand over yours, possessive, and firm, has you letting out a strained whine and you nod again.
“Turn over,” he pushes back off you and with sure hands on your hips starts to roll your body over.
“Like this?” You settle on your stomach, and he pulls your hips up.
“Stay there,” he directs you, and then he folds one of your pillows and pushes it beneath you, propping your hips up perfectly without you having to hold yourself up. He pushes you down to the mattress, a little firmer than before, forcing you down so that you’re lying flat and flush against the bed. He yanks your sleep shorts off and tosses them behind him before he pushes your legs open wide and moves over you, his cock nudging your folds open so he can sink back inside you.
“Perfect,” he says with a sigh, “I want you like this, and then I want you on top,”
“Oh,” you shiver as he pushes in again more fully, kissing your back.
He shoves your sleep shirt up further, and then anchors his hands on your hips, thrusting into your tight walls faster and faster, setting a steady hard pace and giving you exactly what you need.
“Fuck,” your hand shoots out and you grip the headboard again, holding still as he fucks into you.
“Shh,” he hushes you, “unless you want everyone to hear you,”
Your muscles clench around him, and you push your face into the pillow, muffling your pants and whines. He’s so quiet, only the occasional groan from his lips, so focused on finding the pace that has your hips bouncing back into his and your hand fisting the bed sheets.
“Is this what you wanted?” He thrusts hard, knocking you forwards, and you whine, “Is this how you like to come?”
“Fuck, Yeosang,” your head falls to the side, and you look back at him, reaching for him blinding with your one hand.
He snags your wrist, twisting your arm behind you and pressing it into your lower back, holding it firmly in his grip without hurting you and leaning his weight a little more steadily down. You moan, the way he’s controlling you fully has you spinning, and you press your face back into the mattress to stifle the sound.
“Just like that,” he pants, and the feeling of his hands on you and his cock pounding inside you strikes heat through your abdomen, a ray of pleasure lancing up your chest.
“Yeo,” you cry, pushing your hips back into his frantically.
“Say it again,”
“Yeosang,” you look back towards him, catching his eyes, “Yeo please, baby, make me come,”
His hand on your wrist loosens and he falters over you, “Oh fuck,”
“Baby, please,” you beg, and you push your hips down to try and catch some kind of friction on your clit.
He moves quickly, sliding out of you and pulling you up to your knees, and he takes your place, flat on his back, “Get over here,” he pulls you forwards, and you brace a hand on his chest, moving to straddle him.
Your thighs are shaking as you sink down on him, the position putting him deeper inside you than ever, and you stammer out a curse.
“Fuck,” Yeosang’s eyes fall shut, his head rocking back against the pillows and his hands grip your thighs.
The sound of him groaning beneath you is almost too much, but you want to hear it again. Anchoring yourself with your hands on his chest you start to bounce your hips, drawing him in and out of you at the fastest pace you can manage with any semblance of control.
“God,” he grabs your hips, opening his eyes to watch you and supporting your weight in his hands, “you’ve got to slow down I can’t,” he stammers out.
You roll down and hold steady, letting him collect himself and giving your thighs a break, but he doesn’t take long. He reaches forwards and secures his thumb against your clit again, circling it quickly and jutting up with his hips to get you moving again. “Come on, beautiful,”
The sensation is hot and tight, you’re coming up fast finally after being on the edge of your orgasm for too long and you lose yourself, needing it so desperately that you can barely think straight. You knock his hand away and drop your hips low, taking every inch of him inside you and pressing your clit down against his pubic bone.
His mouth falls open as he watches, and you collapse forwards onto his chest as you rut your hips and grind yourself against him. He yanks you down further, kissing you soundly and breathing hot against your lips, his free hand cupping your ass and squeezing, dragging you forwards and back with a steady pace to get you there.
“God, Yeo,” you whine against his mouth, “I’m so close,”
“Don’t stop,” he urges you on.
Your eyes shut tight, and your legs lock around him, he swallows your keening moan with his lips and holds you steady as you shake against him, releasing hard around him. He jerks his hips, thrusting in and out of you and at the sound of your choked moan he takes back control.
He pins you down to his chest, anchoring his feet flat on the mattress, and picks up the pace, fucking you fast and using his hand on your hip to force your body down with each thrust up.
“Oh my god,” your body is still shaking, your release just extended with the sudden feeling of him working inside you, and you grip down, your cheek against his chest where he holds you still.
“Oh fuck,” he pants, “you feel so fucking amazing,”
He’s breathless, slick and desperate, and pulls out of you suddenly, reaching around stroke his cock fast and firm, releasing into his hand a moment later with a groan, his face buried in your shoulder. Yeosang relaxes back against the bedding, his hand on you releasing so he can stoke your back.
It takes you a little time, but eventually you can move your limbs, and you stretch, rolling off him to the side. His eyes are closed, and he breaths softly. For a moment you think he’s asleep, but he murmurs, “So perfect,”
“Mhm,” you sigh, feeling warm and sated. You pull yourself out of bed and Yeosang’s eyes snap open, watching as you move through the room, but he relaxes immediately when he sees that you’re only grabbing him a towel that he can use to clean himself up.
“Thanks,” he sighs, and you crawl back into bed with him slumping back down on his chest and sighing into him.
You float, falling in and out of sleep again as he runs his hand steadily up and down your back, sinking into the steady warm thump of his heartbeat under your cheek.
When you surface from the warm dizzying feeling, you realize Yeosang is already up and pulling his sweats back on. His chest is still flushed red and his brow sticky with sweat, and as he puts his shirt back on he smiles, “Coffee?”
“Mm,” you nod, “but wait, I’ll come with you,”
“I can bring you some?” He offers.
You shake your head, stretching long and rolling out of bed, searching the floor for your sleep shorts and adjusting your top, “No, it’s okay, I’m a little hungry too, I was going to check the fridge.”
He smiles again, “Okay,”
When you finally find your shorts again and pull them on, you shake out your hair and tie it back to keep it out of your face. Yeosang steps close to you, resting a hand on your hip so he can lean in and kiss you again.
The kitchen is still quiet, and you can hear some of the boys upstairs or in their respective rooms, but so far for the morning no one has ventured out into the common areas. Hongjoong is absent from his spot on the couch, and so you and Yeosang have a little more time together.
“What are you in the mood for?” He asks you, poking his head into the fridge and sifting through things.
“Hmm,” you sigh, thinking as you turn on the espresso machine, “something light and easy, I think?”
He nods and reaches in, “We have some fruit, cut melon and pineapple?”
“Perfect,”
You flick on the kettle for his tea and glance over to see him arranging a small bowl for you, popping a section of honeydew in his mouth as he does. A noise clicks on the espresso machine to indicate it’s ready for use, and you go through the motions of queueing up your shots for an americano. From behind, Yeosang wraps his arms around you and kisses your bare shoulder.
He kisses the column of your neck, your ear, your cheek, “This morning was nice,”
You rest your hands over his, watching the espresso cups fill and relaxing into him, “It really was,”
“I think we might have to add that to our morning routine,” he jokes.
“I’m not complaining,” you sigh, pouring the espresso over ice in your glass.
Yeosang watches you make the coffee, still holding you close, but as soon as you finish and set the glass to the side, he’s maneuvering you in his arms again. He spins you around easily, pushing you back into the countertop and kisses you fast, his tongue against yours in a second.
“Mm,” you mumble against his mouth, “Yeosang,”
“Yes, love?” He kisses down your neck again, his hands tight on your sides and you loop your arms around his shoulders, sinking one hand into his hair.
“Kiss me again,”
He shifts up immediately, capturing your lips again and holds you tight against the firm plane of his muscular chest. You hold onto his shoulders as he dips you backwards, and when your footing slips just a bit at the angle he shifts a hand down to hold your hips steady, fingertips tightening on the fabric of your shorts.
He kisses you hard again, leaving you breathless just like before, and you stammer a moan against his mouth. You break from his lips to catch your breath and laugh, “Yeo, you’re going to make me want to take you back to bed if you keep kissing me like that,”
He kisses you again, “That doesn’t really seem like a problem,” his words are mumbled against your mouth.
Your hand slides back on the countertop where you’re bracing yourself and you hear a clatter when the sugar bowl tips over, the spoon clinking loudly and your hand skidding through the mess. He pulls you back up, holding you better against him as he stands up straight, and slips a hand down to cup your ass and lift you up just the perfect amount to comfortably keep your lips on his.
“What is it with you and making out in the kitchen?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through and you immediately pull away from Yeosang’s mouth, his hands loosen and let you drop back to your feet, and he clears his throat and takes a step away from you.
“Morning,” you manage.
Yeosang steps away fully now, a blush on his cheeks as he avoids his best friend’s eyes, but he glances back to you with a warm smile. When you look back to Wooyoung, immediately you realize how little you’re wearing. His eyes flick over your body now that Yeosang isn’t blocking his view, and he smirks at the sight of your bare legs and the way your hardened nipples show through the thin fabric of your sleep top.
Pink blush blooms on your cheeks and chest, and Wooyoung looks between you and Yeosang. His eyebrow quirks, and it’s clear to you that he knows you’ve just slept together, but he doesn’t say anything about it, merely gives Yeosang a look before dropping it entirely.
“Morning,” he moves into the kitchen alongside you, snagging the iced americano off the counter, “this for me?”
“Uh,” you’re still a little flustered by the whole encounter and he takes your silence as a yes.
“Thanks,” he shakes the glass, ice cubes clinking.
“Woo,” Yeosang says, his voice flat, “you can’t just steal her coffee,”
“That’s true,” Wooyoung hands the glass back to you and smiles, a little wolfish and you know he’s about to say something more. He does, “I’m sure you didn’t get much sleep, you probably need this more than I do.”
“Oh my god,” you take the glass, smacking his arm, “and here I thought you were going to be nice for once.”
“I’m always nice,” he fires back.
“Sure,”
At the sound of more of the boys moving into the common areas you blush harder, and Wooyoung’s eyes flick down again to your breasts.
“Oh, stop that,” you cross your arms over your chest, and he laughs.
“What? You look hot,” Wooyoung grins.
Yeosang pushes his friend aside and hands you the creamer for your coffee, and without a word he drops one of his zip up sweatshirts over your shoulders. You push your arms through the sleeves and pull it on, zipping it up and feeling immediately more comfortable.
“Thank you,” you murmur to Yeosang, and he shrugs.
“You looked cold,” You know he sensed your discomfort, the idea of being so exposed in front of all of them at once a little too much at this stage. Wooyoung smiles at Yeosang and goes to make himself an americano of his own.
“Well,” you take a sip of your coffee, “I’m going to go shower,”
“Don’t forget to eat,” Yeosang catches your hand as you start to walk past the island.
“Oh,” you remember the fruit and smile at him, “I will as soon as I’m done,”
He nods and you share a warm smile, the lingering feeling of his hand on your arm different now that you’ve spent the morning together. As you make a beeline for the bathroom to get cleaned up, you hear a smack, and Wooyoung makes an annoyed whine. You stifle your laughter, and you can picture Yeosang clapping the back of his head firmly. As you slip into the bathroom you hear his voice, “You don’t have to try and embarrass her,”
Wooyoung makes a huffed noise, but you shut the bathroom door and miss the rest, just grateful for Yeosang and the way he seems to always notice exactly what you need without asking. You shower quickly and move through the motions of getting ready, the warm water reminding you just how exhausted you still are. By the time you’re done, the house is up and bustling.
Seonghwa lounges on the couch, feet up on the coffee table with his legs crossed at the ankle and when he catches your eye he smiles warmly, “Morning!”
“Hi,” you look past him into the kitchen, but you don’t see Yeosang anymore.
“Yeosang said I should make you eat this,” Seonghwa gestures to the bowl of fruit on the table and waves you over, “so come here,”
You collapse on the couch, leaning into Seonghwa’s chest and snagging the bowl of fruit. “Want any?” You ask him.
He wraps an arm around you and shakes his head, “No, no, you have it.”
He’s reading something on his phone, flicking through social media, and as you start to eat, he smooths a hand up and down your arm, warming you up and keeping you close. You yawn, wide, and sigh.
“Tired?” He glances over to you.
“Mhm,” you finish off another piece of fruit.
“Can I get you anything?” He asks.
You shake your head, “When are you going to the studio?”
He checks the time on his phone, “A little over an hour,”
“Yeosang said I should come if I was free,” you yawn again.
“Are you sure you don’t just want to stay here and actually have a day off?” He offers.
“No,” you lean your head on his shoulder, “I want to come.”
He pauses, looking you over, and then takes the nearly empty bowl from your hands, leaning forwards and setting it back on the table. “Then how about you get a little rest and I’ll wake you when we need to leave?”
You’re about to say no, but when you sigh another half yawn he gives you a look, there’s no use fighting him, he’s going to make you rest. You ease down to lay flat, and he smooths your hair back as you snuggle into his thigh. He drops a blanket over you from the back of the couch, and softly strokes your hair to ease you into sleep.
You’re hazy and dropping off when you hear Yeosang again. “Did she eat?” he asks.
“Mhm,” Seonghwa’s quiet, the warmth of his voice above you, “I’m just getting her to rest a bit before practice,”
“That’s good,” Yeosang’s voice moves from behind the couch to the side, “she really needs it,”
A warm kiss is pressed to your temple, and you recognize the lips. Yeosang kisses you tenderly, and then backs up, moving to sit where your legs are curled up on the next cushion. With Seonghwa’s fingers in your hair and Yeosang’s hand lovingly stroking your leg, you rest for just a little while longer.
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reminder -- chapter fourteen is also posted today for the special double chapter update!! go check it out~
♡ into the aurora | series masterlist.
summary: you didn’t expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.
pairings: ot8 x reader
genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut
warnings: handled on a chapter by chapter basis, any cw/tw will be clearly identified. if any need to be added, please contact me directly and I will update accordingly!
current word count: 208.6K
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please note, there will be a sequel! i'm taking a bit of a break before working on that, but new aurora content will be posted in 2023~!
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