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

Chapter 54: The Countdown || Part 1 ⚠️

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, taking a sip of his beer.

Tae, on the other hand, is thriving.

He's practically bouncing in his seat, eyes glued to the meat as Jin Oppa plates a freshly grilled piece and-without hesitation-pops it straight into Tae's mouth.

Tae melts instantly, groaning dramatically. "Hyung, you love me."

Oppa smirks, reaching to ruffle Tae's hair. "Of course I do, TaeTae"

Yoongi snorts, looking at me with an amused smirk. "See that? Favoritism."

I giggle, nudging him. "Jealous?"

Jin Oppa clicks his tongue, turning to me next. "Here, Y/N. Open up."

I blink, startled, before Oppa is already holding out a bite for me with his chopsticks-perfectly grilled, wrapped in lettuce, a touch of ssamjang smeared just right.

I hesitate for a second before leaning forward and taking the bite.
And, damn.

"Oppa," I say through my mouthful, eyes wide as I chew. "You're actually amazing at this."

Jin Oppa preens, all smug. "I know."

Yoongi groans, reaching for the grill. "Fine. Give me one."

Oppa swats his hand away. "No. I'm feeding you."

Yoongi gapes. "Hyung."

Jin Oppa grabs a piece, wraps it, and without a second thought, shoves it into Yoongi's mouth.

Yoongi chokes slightly, but eats it anyway, glaring as he chews.

Tae cackles, clapping his hands together. "This is amazing."

I grin, watching them. Watching us.

These moments-genuine, warm, easy-they don't happen as often as they should. But when they do, I let myself hold onto them.

Jin Oppa takes care of us.
Not because he has to.
But because he wants to.

And, honestly? I love him for it.

We go through plate after plate, Jin Oppa grilling and feeding us, making sure none of us lift a finger.

Tae has completely curled into Oppa's side, Yoongi has stopped resisting and lets Jin Oppa feed him without complaint, and I... well.

I let myself be taken care of.

Halfway through, Oppa finally leans back, exhaling dramatically. "Okay. Now you three may fend for yourselves."

Tae pouts immediately. "But Hyung-"

"No," Jin Oppa says firmly, crossing his arms. "I have fed you, bathed you in my love, and now it is time for me to rest."

I giggle, Yoongi shakes his head, and Tae sighs, grabbing the tongs to take over.

And then-just like that, the conversation shifts.

"So," I say, picking up my drink, "we're meeting Namjoon this week."

Jin Oppa, who had just taken a sip of his own beer, pauses.

Tae hums, focused on flipping the pork belly. "We decided it's best to tell him about everything before the lawsuit goes public."

Oppa slowly sets his drink down, his face neutral. "That's smart."

Yoongi nods. "He should hear it from us first."

I watch Jin Oppa carefully. He's listening, but he's not saying much.