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

Chapter 47: Of Court Cases and Couch Spaces

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. "That's all I need, anyway."

I roll my eyes, but warmth spreads through my chest.

"Wait," I pause. "You still have your apartments, though."

Yoongi hums, nodding. "Yeah. We never officially gave them up."

Taehyung tilts his head. "We should probably go back for a bit. Pack up. Sort things out before we move."

I sigh, already dreading the packing. "So, what? You're gonna move back to your own places for a week or two?"

Yoongi leans back. "Looks like it."

Taehyung frowns. "That's weird. I don't like it."

I blink. "You don't?"

He shakes his head. "I don't want to go back to my apartment. This is home now."

Yoongi watches him for a moment before reaching over, squeezing his wrist gently.
"It's just temporary, bear cub."

Taehyung exhales, nodding. "Fiiineeee, I agree."

I smile. "And then? We find a new place. Together."

The warmth in Taehyung's expression returns.
"Together," he echoes.

Yoongi leans back, smirking. "We should probably figure out who gets to pick the place, though."

Taehyung gasps. "Noona, Hyung's taste is so boring, please don't let him choose."

"Excuse me?" Yoongi lifts an eyebrow. "I have impeccable taste."

"If you like black."

I groan. "Oh no. This is going to be a thing, isn't it?"

Yoongi smirks. "Absolutely."

And just like that, we have another thing to look forward to.

Because no matter what-
As long as we're together?

Home is wherever we decide it is.

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"Dara can't make it. She just messaged-sudden board member meeting."

I read the text aloud as we step into the grand, intimidating lobby of the law firm.

The air is cool, the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne lingering. Every inch of this place screams power.