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

Chapter 50: To Stay, To Leave, To Want Anyway

"Yeah," Yoongi confirms. "It's messy, but we'll manage."

Taehyung sighs dramatically. "I hate it."

I smirk. "I'll take that as a good sign. If you had the energy to complain, you're doing fine."

Y/N giggles. "That's what I keep saying."

"You're both against me," Taehyung whines.

"Always," Yoongi deadpans.

I chuckle. "Alright, I'll let you three get back to it. Enjoy the rest of your weekend."

There's a pause-like none of us actually want to end the call-but finally, Y/N exhales.

"Thanks again, Oppa."

It's not the first time she's called me that.

Oppa.

She started calling me that a few days after we met, slipping it into conversations with a quiet sort of ease, like it had always belonged there.

Like I had always belonged there.

But still-every time I hear it, something warm curls low in my chest.

It's the same feeling I got when Taehyung first called me hyung.

That bright, unguarded trust. Like he'd already decided I was his, like he wasn't afraid to claim me as part of his world.

The way his face lit up when I didn't correct him-when I accepted it-God, it was like the sun breaking through a storm.

And Yoongi-Yoongi.

I don't think he even realized the weight of it when he first called me hyung.

It had slipped out naturally, in one of our late-night calls, his voice lower than usual, softened in a way he rarely let himself be.

It was casual, effortless-like he wasn't thinking too hard about it. But I had felt it.

Felt the quiet offering underneath.
Felt what it meant coming from someone who didn't let people in easily.

And now, with Y/N-it's the same.

It's respect, yes. But it's also adoration. A quiet kind of trust. A warmth that feels steady, intentional. Like she means it in the way that matters.

And God help me-
I like it.

I like the way it sounds coming from her. I like the way it settles into the spaces between us, easy and unforced.

I like that she calls me oppa.
Just like I like that Taehyung calls me hyung.
Just like I like that Yoongi does, too.

Because whether they realize it or not-whether I want to admit it or not-
It makes me feel theirs.

Yoongi hums. "Truly. Thanks, hyung."

Taehyung lingers. "...Night, hyung."

I clear my throat, schooling my expression before I say anything stupid.
"Anytime, you guys."

"Goodnight," I murmur, then hang up.

Silence.

I sit back, exhaling slowly, staring at my untouched wine reflecting the warm glow of the restaurant lights.