Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 8: In the Space Between

I blushed at that and mockingly glared at him "I'm just hungry chef"

"you look great by the way, let me just get my bag and then we can go, feel free to sit anywhere you like" I said as I motioned him to my living room

He nods "don't mind if I do gorgeous"

He saunters over the couch and smirks as he sees me get all flustered over the compliment

"Hating you right now" I mutter, a bit annoyed at how he can affect me like that, while he seems unfazed with mine

"sure you do" he winks at me confidently, clearly enjoying it

I was about to respond when I see out of the corner of my eye, Wacha, my mischievous little furball, slowly padding across the floor toward Yoongi.

The cat's tail flicked with purpose, her little paws quiet against the hardwood.

She always had that confident stride when she was about to make her presence known.

As wacha reaches the couch, An easy smile spreads across Yoongi's face.

"How's it going, fluffball?" he said softly, his voice low and warm, laced with affection.

Wacha responded with a delicate meow, a sound that seemed to come straight from her heart.

Yoongi's eyes softened as she jumped up onto the couch, curling up against Yoongi's side.

Yoongi chuckled lightly, the sound bringing warmth to the quiet room.

He leaned down, gently scratching behind Wacha's ears. "I missed you," Yoongi murmured, his fingers sinking into the soft fur, making wacha purr louder.

I couldn't help but smile at the exchange, my heart fluttering at the sight of the two of them.

As I moved towards the door of my bedroom, I catch Yoongi's gaze, a playful glint in his eye.

"I'm just grabbing my bag, I'll be right back," I said, my voice carrying a gentle teasing tone.

Yoongi nods, still focused on Wacha, though there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." His voice was smooth, reassuring, yet there was a spark of excitement beneath it that made me smile.

I turned toward the hallway, the soft rhythm of wacha's purring still echoing in my ears.

I picked up my bag from the entryway, adjusting the strap as I headed back to the living room.

I had to pause as I approached the space.

Yoongi was leaning back on the couch, Wacha curled in his lap.

The room felt warm and quiet, with the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the windows.

For a moment, it almost felt like everything could stand still, like this was the perfect moment.

But I had to shake myself out of the reverie.

We have a date to go on, and as much as I loved seeing him having cozy moments with wacha, I was excited for the night ahead with Yoongi.

With a final glance toward the two of them, I gave a soft smile.

"Ready when you are," I said, walking over and slipping into the space next to him on the couch.

Yoongi turned his head, his smile still lingering as he looked at me, his hand gently stroking Wacha's fur. "Let's go," he said, his voice quiet but filled with warmth, before he carefully lifted Wacha off his lap and set her down on the couch.