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

Chapter 42: Operation Sibling Love

Taehyung grins. "Operation Sibling Love is officially a success."

I giggle, squeezing his hand. "You were right, baby."

His lips part slightly at the nickname, his expression softening.

Then-

He leans into me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I like being right," he murmurs.

I kiss his temple. "I like it too."

Yoongi watches us, his gaze fond.

And for a moment-

Everything feels perfect.

That night, we curl up on the couch together.

Yeontan is curled up on Taehyung's lap.

Wacha is perched on the back of the couch, watching Yeontan-but not looking annoyed.

Yoongi is on my other side, his arm slung over Taehyung's shoulder, fingers tracing gentle patterns against his skin.

"Do you feel better now?" I ask softly, running my fingers through Taehyung's hair.

He exhales slowly.

Then-

"Yeah," he whispers.

He looks between us, eyes warm.

"I think... I'm finally starting to feel okay."

Yoongi's grip tightens slightly. "Good."

Taehyung leans into him, smiling softly. "Thanks to you guys."

My heart swells.

"We'll always be here, love," I whisper.

He closes his eyes, his entire body relaxing.

And as Yoongi presses a kiss to his forehead, I know-

We're healing.

Together.

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Operation Sibling Love is thriving.

Not just working.

Thriving.

If you had told me weeks ago that Wacha-my fiercely independent, sometimes grumpy, always judgmental cat-would one day tolerate, accept, and dare I say, even like Yeontan... I would have laughed in your face.

And yet-

Here we are.

Wacha is lounging on the couch, half-asleep, tail flicking lazily.

Yeontan is curled up right beside her.

Not just close.

But touching.

And Wacha?

She doesn't move away.

She just lets him.

Like it's normal.

Like she's finally admitted, Fine, I guess you can stay.

From across the room, I gasp.

Yoongi, sitting beside me, looks up from his phone. "What?"

I grab his arm, shaking it. "Look at them."

Yoongi glances toward the couch. His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the sight before him.

Then-