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

Chapter 56: Warfare & Warm Hands

Oppa smirked, sipping his tea. "Finally, someone admits it."

Tae groaned dramatically, flopping against Namjoon's side.

Namjoon chuckled, resting a large, warm palm on Tae's back. "You're fine, baby. You're cute."

Tae's face scrunched. "Hyung, please. Not in public."

Namjoon, still Namjoon, suddenly winks at Yoongi with a smile.

And Yoongi?

Yoongi choked on his tea.

I turned to him immediately, alarmed. "Yoongs?!"

He coughed violently, waving a hand. "I'm fine. I'm fine."

Oppa raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Because you sound like you just inhaled an entire tea leaf."

Yoongi shot him a glare before clearing his throat and pointedly looking anywhere but at Namjoon.

I bit back a laugh.
Oh, baby.

Namjoon, oblivious as ever, just kept eating.

Jin Oppa, however, noticed.
His lips twitched.

Yoongi must have sensed it, because he turned back toward his soup with laser focus.

Tae snickered. "Hyung, are you blushing?"

Yoongi groaned, rubbing his temples. "I hate this family."

Jin Oppa smirked. "No, you don't."

And Yoongi, despite himself, sighed.
"No," he admitted. "I really, really don't."

When the extra kimchi and rice arrived, we pounced.

Jin Oppa had barely set the dishes down before chopsticks were reaching, bowls were filling, and Tae was whining about Yoongi stealing the best pieces.

"Hyung, I saw that-"

"You blinked, so technically, I got there first."

Oppa pinched the bridge of his nose. "You children-"

Namjoon chuckled, sliding a plate toward me. "Here, Noona. Before they start fighting over it."

I grinned. "You're my favorite."

Yoongi gasped. "Betrayal."

Tae held a hand over his chest. "That hurts to hear."

Jin oppa hummed. "Well, can't argue about that."

Tae groaned, dropping his chopsticks. "I need new soulmates."

I beamed, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "Too late, baby bear. You're stuck with us."

Tae pouted but leaned into my touch anyway. "Yeah, yeah."

Yoongi, who had finally regained his composure, sighed contentedly, resting his chin on his hand. "This is nice."

We all paused.

Not because it was surprising-but because it was true.

Namjoon tilted his head. "You okay, Hyung?"

Yoongi blinked, then smiled. Small. Soft.
"Yeah."

Jin Oppa watched him, expression unreadable. Then, finally-
"...Me too."

I felt Tae's fingers find mine under the table.

I squeezed them.
No words needed.

This?
This was everything.

The night stretched on, our conversations shifting between teasing and warmth, between laughter and quiet understanding.

Jin Oppa, despite his dramatics, made sure we all ate enough.