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(remus lupin x reader)

all of you had sat in a large circle in the common room and passed around all your christmas gifts to eachother, everyone was loving it, no matter how big or small the gift they had received, everybody was so grateful.

everyone except remus had given out their presents and once all eyes were looking to him, you noticed he seemed a bit flustered and nervous, playing around with the rings in his fingers.

“um, i know these aren’t the best gifts, i just couldn’t afford anything big for all of you, i wish i could-“

“remmy..” you interrupted, “marlene got us all a bracelet made of sticks and leaves from outside that she enchanted to bend all together, and we all love it because she took the time to make it herself-“

“well i didn’t actually do it-“ marlene laughed quietly, thinking about the time she spent reading on how to get branches and leaves to make a bracelet of themselves by themselves just so she wouldn’t have to do it.

“marlene put in 5% effort on her gift, but we all love it anyway, i’m positive we’ll all love yours” you told him

he smiled gratefully at you before pulling out multiple gifts all wrapped in newspaper from the daily prophet and all your names written on the paper so he wouldn’t forget who’s was who’s, all a fairly similar rectangular shape, and he passed them out to each of you.

you all began unwrapping and once you’d opened yours up you had to hold yourself from blushing tomato red, so you instead looked up at him with a wide smile to find him already looking at you, with soft anxious eyes, biting his nails to stop him fidgeting with his hands.

“rem.. you did this for all of us?”

you’d all been given one of remus’ books from his large book collection, he’d taken so much time not only picking which book should go to who, but putting in a message on the first page.

“well , yeah, is that okay? i didn’t know what to get and you guys always seem to find looking through my notes in all the books amusing so-“

he was interrupted by you smashing into him with a great hug hug.

“thankyou so much rem, i love it so much”

you could feel him smile into your neck, “i’m glad you like it” he responded quietly for you only to hear.

“moony this is great!” you heard james, you pulled away from remus and gave him a little smile before going back to your spot in the circle.

sirius was flicking through his book with a boyish smile, and turned to remus “moons this is awesome, it has all your thoughts in it, now i’ll get to find out just how your mind works huh?” he ruffled remus’ hair with a laugh

“this is really sweet rem, thankyou so much” lily told him, looking through her own book of romeo and juliet, from what you could see, the message on her first page may or may not have had the name ‘james’ written somewhere in it …

and as you looked around, at all your friends skimming though rem’s annotated gifts, with grins up to their eyes chatting quietly to themselves, you realised there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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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