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

Chapter 60: A Love That Never Left

I giggled. "We really did."

Jin Oppa's eyes flicked toward us, softening at the sight. "Oh, don't start being cute without me."

I laughed and immediately hugged Jin Oppa from the side. "Never."

Tae grinned mischievously, turning to Namjoon and flinging himself into his arms. "Hyung! Join the cuddle pile!"

Namjoon gasped as Tae squished into him. "Tae-"

Before we knew it, we were all tangled together in one big group hug on the couch.

Yoongi tried to escape, grumbling, "No-no, no, no, absolutely not."

Tae cackled, pulling Yoongi in by the sleeve. "You're not going anywhere, Hyung."

Namjoon chuckled and sealed the deal-wrapping one arm around Yoongi's waist.

And then-just as Yoongi opened his mouth to protest further-

Namjoon cupped Yoongi's face and kissed his temple.

Dead silence.

Yoongi's face turned crimson.

Tae, Jin Oppa, and I collectively gasped before bursting into laughter.

Tae pointed gleefully. "Look at his face! Tomato Yoongi!"

Yoongi groaned, hiding behind his hands. "I hate all of you."

Oppa chuckled, squeezing Yoongi's shoulder. "You love us."

"Unfortunately," Yoongi muttered under his breath, still blushing furiously.

Jin Oppa grinned, eyes gleaming as he pulled us all tighter. "Good job, everyone. We all worked hard."

Namjoon hummed. "Damn right."

Tae nodded furiously. "Best team ever."

Jin oppa relaxed back into the couch, his eyelids growing heavier.

And us?
We just let it be.

Because this was real.
This was ours.

We were home.

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If someone had told me a year from now that this would be my life, I probably would've laughed them off.

But now?

Now, it just feels like... us.

The days blurred together in a way that felt soft, like cotton or warm sunlight.

Tae's laughter became the soundtrack of our mornings.

He'd dance around the living room with Yeontan cradled in one arm and his comically large teddy bear dragging behind him, filling the space with light.

At work, Yoongi and I sipped our coffee in sync, side-eyeing Ha Eun as she waved her tablet with wild enthusiasm.

"It's bold, but it could work," she announced, grinning.

Yoongi arched a brow. "Bold or reckless?"

I grinned, leaning into him. "Can't it be both?"

Dara poked her head into the room, smiling that charming, knowing smile of hers. "If you two don't approve this today, Jae's going to cry."

From across the room, Jae deadpanned, "I'm already crying."

We laughed, shoulders brushing, hearts light.

Tae, on the other hand, was thriving.

I watched him one afternoon through the glass wall of his VR studio, headset pushed back as he excitedly adjusted his designs.