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

Chapter 53: Between Boxes And Promises

Tae gasps dramatically, clutching the teddy bear's fluffy arm. "He is my emotional support bear, you heartless man."

I snort, setting down the stack of books I was carrying. "Honestly, I think Tan loves it just as much as you do."

As if to prove my point, Yeontan lets out a soft huff, then nestles even deeper into the crook of the bear's arm.

Yoongi sighs. "Great. You've lost your dog to a stuffed animal."

Tae cackles, scratching under Tan's chin. "He just has taste."

I shake my head, grinning as I walk over to Yoongi, nudging his side. "C'mon, grumpy. Let's finish unpacking before Tae starts decorating this place with questionable art pieces."

Tae gasps again. "How dare you assume I would make bad art choices?"

Yoongi deadpans. "You told me your last apartment had a giant neon sign that said 'SEX APPEAL' in cursive."

Tae beams. "It was tasteful."

Yoongi and I share a look.
And then we both say, "It was not."

Tae pouts, huffing as he turns back to a box, deliberately ignoring us.

I giggle, squeezing his shoulder before crouching down beside him. "Okay, okay. Let's start with the easy stuff. Where do you want your books?"

He perks up immediately, pointing at the empty bookshelf against the wall. "Over there! But aesthetic, Noona. Make it look nice."

I roll my eyes but start stacking them by color anyway. Tae claps excitedly, bouncing on his heels like a pleased puppy.

Meanwhile, Yoongi is unpacking the kitchen, mumbling about Tae's ridiculous mug collection. "Who the hell needs a mug that says 'Don't Talk To Me Until I've Had My Existential Crisis'?"

Tae raises a hand. "That one's my favorite."

I cackle, fully in love with this disaster of a day.

As I place the last book on the shelf, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Namjoon.

I bite my lip, unlocking it quickly.

Namjoon
How's moving day going? Has Suga killed Taehyung yet?

I giggle, typing back quickly.

Y/N
Not yet, but I'd say we're about three neon signs away from Yoongi throwing himself out the window. 😭

Namjoon replies instantly.

Namjoon
Impressive restraint. Proud of him.

Before I can respond, I hear another buzz from the counter.

Yoongi's phone.

Tae, ever the menace, immediately dives for it. "Oooh, is that Joon Hyung?"

Yoongi, arms full of neatly stacked plates, glares. "Don't you dare."

Tae absolutely dares. He snatches the phone and holds it at Yoongi's scowling face to unlock it, grinning triumphantly as he scrolls through their messages.

His eyes light up. "He asked how moving's going!"

I snicker. "Answer him, then."

Tae gasps like I've just handed him the greatest honor of his life.

Tae (on Yoongi's phone):
Joon Hyung, it's me, Taehyung! ❤️👋Yoongi Hyung and Noona are being mean to me 😭💔

Yoongi groans, setting the plates down with an exaggerated sigh. "Tae, give me my phone."