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

Chapter 45: Days That Feel Light Again

And just like that-the room erupts.

Taehyung is laughing so hard he falls off the couch. Yoongi is chasing him around the apartment, screeching.

I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe.
And everything feels light.

Everything feels good.

Day 10
Healing looks like this.

It looks like Taehyung waking up with less fear in his eyes.

It looks like Yoongi kissing his temple without hesitation.

It looks like me threading my fingers through his without worry that he'll pull away.

It looks like laughter over breakfast.

It looks like lazy afternoons under a pile of blankets.

It looks like late-night conversations, whispered reassurances, gentle touches that remind him that he is here.

That he is safe.

That he is loved.

Day 12
Everything is peaceful.

We're sitting on the couch, Taehyung between us, half-asleep as Yoongi absentmindedly runs his fingers through his hair.

And then-Yeontan jumps into Taehyung's lap. A second later, Wacha climbs onto the back of the couch.

A showdown begins.

Yeontan stares.
Wacha stares harder.

Yeontan lets out a tiny, defiant bark.
Wacha swishes her tail menacingly.

The room goes silent.
Then-They both launch at Taehyung.

Not aggressively-no, just two tiny creatures fighting for his love.

Yeontan curls into his chest, nuzzling into his hoodie. Wacha sits on his shoulder, flicking her tail in Yeontan's face like she owns the place.

I howl with laughter.

Yoongi grins. "Congratulations, Tae. You're officially owned."

Taehyung groans, covering his face. "Oh my god."

But when he peeks between his fingers-
He's smiling.

Day 15
We're lying on the floor.

Just the three of us.

The lights are dim. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of music playing in the background.

Taehyung is curled between us, warm and safe, his fingers laced with mine, his head resting on Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi sighs, squeezing his shoulder. "How do you feel, baby?"

Taehyung thinks for a moment.
Then-He exhales.
"...Better. Much Better"

I swallow hard, squeezing his hand.
And then-
He smiles.

Soft. Small. Real.
My throat burns.

Yoongi presses a kiss into his hair.

And in the quiet, in the warmth of the night, surrounded by love- Taehyung finally, finally lets himself believe it.

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The golden morning light spills through the apartment, casting a soft glow over the cozy chaos of our living room.

Taehyung is curled up on the couch, drowning in an oversized hoodie, his legs tucked under a blanket. Yeontan is nestled comfortably in his lap, and Wacha perches on the armrest like the royal menace she is.