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

Chapter 60: A Love That Never Left

A knock at the door broke through the quiet warmth of the morning.

I blinked, still tucked between Yoongi and Namjoon on the couch, Tae draped over both of us like a clingy koala.

Yoongi groaned. "If that's a delivery, I'm not getting up."

Namjoon stretched, his hoodie riding up slightly, and glanced toward the door. "I think it's Jin."

Tae, who had been half-asleep, suddenly shot up. His eyes, still puffy from sleep, widened.

"He came?"

I smiled softly, already knowing. "Of course he did, baby."

Tae scrambled off the couch, nearly tripping over Yeontan in his rush to get to the door. He flung it open-

And there he was.
Jin oppa.

Dressed in a crisp, pressed suit. Tie perfectly knotted, hair styled to perfection-
But his eyes?

Exhaustion.

A deep, undeniable weariness settled in his features, like he had been running on nothing but pure willpower for hours.

Before he could even say a word, Tae lunged.

"Hyung!"

Jin oppa let out a surprised grunt as Tae wrapped around him completely, clinging like his life depended on it.

For a second, Oppa just stood there, still.
Then-his shoulders dropped.

His arms lifted.
And he hugged Tae back.
Not a casual hug. A real one.

One that spoke of relief. Of comfort. Of belonging.

Tae's voice was muffled against his chest. "You really came."

Oppa exhaled, soft and fond. "Of course I did, idiot."

I felt something settle in my chest.
Promises. Kept.

Namjoon moved first, stepping forward, his gaze scanning Jin carefully. "Hyung, you look dead on your feet."

Jin oppa finally pulled away from Tae, only to stumble slightly as he stepped inside.

Yoongi, unimpressed, grabbed his wrist. "Sit before you pass out."

Oppa let himself be dragged toward the couch without a single complaint.

That's how we knew he was really exhausted.

He didn't even glance around Yoongi's apartment, despite it being his first time here.

Didn't make a comment, didn't tease, didn't analyze.

Instead-he just went straight for us.
For his soulmates.
For warmth.

And then-he flopped.
Right between me and Tae, head falling back against the cushions, arms sprawled out.

He sighed dramatically.
"Okay. Feed me. I haven't eaten since yesterday."

I gasped, already shoving off the couch. "Oppa, are you serious?!"

Jin oppa didn't even lift his head. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Yoongi was already in the kitchen. "This is why you stress me out."

Namjoon hummed, moving to grab plates. "Hyung, you're a walking contradiction. All that intelligence, and yet no basic survival instincts."

Jin Oppa waved a tired hand. "My survival instincts were working fine. I survived."

Tae snorted. "Barely."