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

Chapter 41: Warmth of the Den ⚠️

Like he doesn't know if he deserves this.

Like he thinks it'll be taken away.

So I press another kiss to his temple.

And Yoongi nudges his knee under the table, voice soft but firm.
"Eat, baby bear."

And slowly-
Taehyung does.

With each bite, his shoulders relax just a little more.

And we watch him.

Because we love him.

Because we missed him.

Because for the first time in more than a month-
He's home.

Later, as we curl up on the couch-Taehyung nestled between us, exhaustion still clinging to him-Yoongi's fingers stroke lazily against his wrist.

His voice is quiet when he speaks.
"We're going to find out who did this to you."

Taehyung stiffens slightly.

But Yoongi just tightens his grip, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"And we're going to make them pay."

Taehyung shudders.

I run my fingers through his hair. "But, you don't have to think about that now, love."

His breath stutters. "I-"

"You just have to let us be here for you," I whisper.

He swallows thickly, his grip on my hand tightening.

Yoongi exhales, his tone softer now.
"We've got you, baby bear."

Taehyung closes his eyes.

And then-
He nods.

And we hold him closer.

Because we won't let go.

Not now.

Not ever.

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It's been three days since Taehyung came back to us.

Three days of carefully nursing his wounds, of making sure he eats, of holding him close whenever he starts to drift too far away into his thoughts.

Three days of steady, slow healing.

He's not fully himself yet-not entirely.

There's still hesitation in his voice sometimes, a flicker of fear in his eyes when he thinks we don't notice.

But there's warmth now too, especially when he looks at us.

Like he's remembering what it feels like to belong.

Like he's realizing that we won't let him go.
And that?

That's enough for now.

"Yoongi," I whisper, peeking over the couch.

Yoongi looks up from his laptop, raising a brow. "Hmm?"

I point to the kitchen.
"Your son is stealing my strawberries."

Yoongi blinks, then turns his head just in time to catch Taehyung-hand frozen mid-air, a strawberry pinched between his fingers, eyes wide.

"Tae," Yoongi says slowly.

Taehyung swallows. "Yes, hyung?"

Yoongi closes his laptop. "Are you stealing from Y/N?"

Taehyung pouts, slowly lowering his hand. "Technically, we bought them..."