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

Chapter 61: An Expanded SoulMap

"Hyung! You have a tree and a pool?! On your balcony?!" His voice echoed like he was on the set of a K-drama.

Jin Oppa just smirked from the kitchen, casual as ever. "Welcome to my humble abode."

"Humble, he says," Yoongi deadpanned.

I giggled, dropping Wacha's travel bag and watching her immediately leap onto Jin Oppa's pristine white couch like she owned the place.

"Do you have any idea how tempting it is to move in here permanently?"

Tae nodded furiously, bouncing on the couch next to Wacha. "Right?! Forget apartment hunting, noona. We're already home!"

Namjoon chuckled as he peeled off his coat, giving the space an amused once-over. "It's not bad," he teased.

"'Not bad,' he says," Yoongi mimicked, nudging Joon playfully. "You're as bad as Jin hyung."

Oppa's voice called out from the kitchen. "You'd all love it here, admit it."

Tae spun in his seat. "Hyung, you have a gaming setup that looks like it belongs in a sci-fi movie. I'd be a bad soulmate if I didn't love you just a little more for that."

Oppa burst into laughter, flipping something in a pan as the smell of garlic and butter filled the space. "Good to know I'm loved for my assets."

"Oh, we love you for more than just that," I teased, stealing a peek at Jin Oppa's fond smile.

Yeontan barked, as if in agreement, while Wacha yawned dramatically on the couch.

Namjoon rolled up his sleeves and headed for the cupboards. "I'll grab plates-"

"Nope!" Jin's tone snapped like a whip.

"Joon, step away from the kitchen."

Namjoon froze, eyes wide. "Hyung, what?"

"You heard me." Jin Oppa pointed a wooden spoon at him. "You're banned."

Yoongi snorted. "Hyung's got a point."

Tae, already giggling, chimed in, "Joonie-hyung, remember last week? The Great Plate Massacre?"

Namjoon flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That was one time."

I raised an eyebrow. "It was three."

"Three," Yoongi confirmed, crossing his arms.

Joon sighed, mock-defeated as he flopped onto the couch next to Tae. "You're all bullies."

I patted his shoulder. "We're protective of our dishes."

Yoongi grinned and stood. "I'll get the plates."

"I'll help," I added, slipping beside him.
In the kitchen, Yoongi passed me a small stack of dishes, our shoulders bumping.

The quiet warmth between us was comforting-and then my gaze slid toward Jin Oppa, happily humming as he stirred the pot, while Namjoon lounged with Tae like they'd done it a hundred times before.