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

Chapter 45: Days That Feel Light Again

Taehyung glares. "He's a dog, hyung."

Yoongi shrugs. "A very smart dog."

I lose it. I lose it completely.

Taehyung groans, but he doesn't actually push Yeontan away.

In fact, he pulls him closer.

Day 3
The doctor's visit is hard.

Taehyung doesn't want to go at first.
He shifts uncomfortably when we bring it up, his shoulders hunching inward.

"I already know what they're going to say," he murmurs.

Yoongi sighs, resting a hand on his knee. "Tae. It's just to make sure you're okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. We'll be right there with you."

Taehyung fidgets, looking at me. "The whole time?"

I nod firmly, squeezing his hand. "The whole time."

He hesitates.
Then, finally, he exhales.
"...Okay."

The appointment is long. A physical exam. Blood work. Tests to check for deficiencies after years of malnourishment.

A long conversation with a trauma specialist, one Taehyung only agrees to after I pinky-promise that we won't leave his side.

It's exhausting.
But he does it.

And when we finally get home, Yoongi carries him straight to the couch, plopping him down dramatically.

"Operation: Human Burrito is a go."
Taehyung blinks. "What-"

I cut him off by throwing a blanket over his head.
Yoongi tackles him from the side.
Taehyung squeaks.

Which turns into a giggle.
Which turns into outright laughter as we cocoon him in warmth, both of us squishing him between us until he's a flustered, giggling mess.

And for the first time in days-he looks light.

Day 5
Healing isn't linear.

Some days are good.
Some days aren't.

Today is a hard day.

Taehyung is quieter. His hands shake when he wakes up. His breathing is uneven.

He doesn't say much during breakfast, just picks at his food, eyes distant.

Yoongi and I don't push.
Instead, we sit on either side of him, silent but present.

When Taehyung leans into me without a word, I just wrap my arms around him and kiss the top of his head.

When he eventually turns to Yoongi and tucks himself under his arm, Yoongi just strokes his hair and hums softly.

We don't talk about it.
We don't need to.
We just hold him.

And sometimes-that's enough.

Day 7
"I can't believe you're making me do this."
Taehyung glares at Yoongi, but there's no real heat behind it.

Yoongi just smirks, arms crossed. "C'mon, you lost fair and square."

I snicker. "You chose to bet against Yoongi, baby. That was your first mistake."

Taehyung huffs. "Fine."
And then-He stands on the couch.
Clears his throat.

And in the most dramatic voice imaginable-He starts singing a rap verse.

Badly.
Horribly.

Off-key, too loud, exaggerated hand movements and all.

I wheeze.
Yoongi screams.
"TAEHYUNG, THAT'S ILLEGAL!"