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

Chapter 42: Operation Sibling Love

Except when it turns into entitlement.

Which is exactly what happens when Yeontan starts assuming that Wacha's food is also his food.

It starts subtly.

A sneaky nose in her food bowl.

A casual glance around the room, making sure no one is watching.

A tiny paw shuffle forward.

And then-

A stolen kibble.

Unfortunately for Yeontan, Wacha is not the forgiving type.

The second his tiny teeth crunch into one of her kibbles, she hisses so loudly that Yeontan jumps a full foot in the air.

"OH MY GOD," Taehyung yells, diving to pick him up. "Baby, are you okay??"

Yoongi and I are watching from the couch, trying not to laugh.

"You can see the betrayal on Wacha's face," I whisper, giggling.

Yoongi smirks. "Honestly? He deserved that one."

Taehyung turns to us, scandalized. "Guys, my son was attacked."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "He stole from her."

Taehyung pouts. "He was just curious."

I shake my head, amused. "Wacha is curious about murder sometimes. Doesn't mean she acts on it."

Wacha, as if on cue, flicks her tail in superior satisfaction.

Yeontan, safely tucked in Taehyung's arms, whimpers dramatically.

"Don't worry, baby," Taehyung coos. "You're still my favorite child."

Yoongi scoffs. "They're equal."

Taehyung hums. "Sure."

Yoongi narrows his eyes. "Tae."

Taehyung grins.

I roll my eyes, but my heart swells at the sight of them.

This-this playful teasing, this lighthearted banter, this feeling of home-

This is healing.

Later that night, we're curled up in bed, the three of us tangled together in comfortable warmth.

Yeontan is sleeping at the foot of the bed.

Wacha is lounging near the pillows, casting occasional glances at Yeontan, like she's monitoring his existence.

But the important thing?

She hasn't left the bed.

I sigh, running my fingers through Taehyung's soft hair. "I can't believe they're actually getting along."

Taehyung hums sleepily, pressing his face against Yoongi's chest. "It's like a dream."

Yoongi chuckles, his fingers tracing slow patterns over Taehyung's arm. "A weird one, but yeah."

I smile, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's temple. "Are you happy, baby bear?"

Taehyung shifts slightly, his arm tightening around my waist.

Then-
"Yeah."

His voice is quiet.

But certain.