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

Chapter 66: A House, A Home, A Promise 🔥

Yeontan wriggles free from Tae's hold and immediately chases after her.

"Good luck with that, buddy," Jin calls. "She outranks you."

Yoongi chuckles, watching the little dog stumble over his paws. "He never learns."

Joon shrugs off his blazer, rolling up his sleeves. "Come in, make yourselves comfortable."

Tae throws himself onto Namjoon's sectional couch without hesitation. I sit beside him, leaning against the plush cushions.

Jin oppa brings out snacks, Yoongi settles in next to me, and Joonie dims the lights.

The movie plays in the background, but I don't think anyone is really watching.

Tae curls into Yoongi's side, half-asleep, mumbling soft things under his breath.

Namjoon leans against the armrest beside Oppa, flipping through a book while still somehow managing to roast the film's plot holes in real-time.

Jin oppa throws popcorn at him. "Stop being smart for one second."

Joon catches it in his mouth without looking up. "That's not happening."

I giggle, and Yoongi turns to me, watching.

He looks at me like he knows something I don't.

Gently, he lifts my legs over his lap, tucking me closer as his fingers start tracing lazy circles on my knee. It's soothing, intimate.

I melt into it, letting my head rest against his shoulder.

Oppa glances over at us and smirks. "You two are disgustingly cute."

Yoongi doesn't even blink. "You're just jealous."

Jin oppa gasps. "Excuse me?"

Taehyung lifts his head, sleepily smirking. "You're literally on Namjoon's lap right now."

Oppa freezes mid-popcorn throw. I swear I see Joon smirk, but he keeps his eyes on his book, like he hasn't just been caught red-handed.

Silence.

Then-Jin oppa shoves Namjoon's shoulder. "Shut up. You love it."

Joon finally looks up, soft and amused. "I do."

And just like that, oppa is blushing.

Tae giggles. Yoongi smirks. I press my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh.

The movie fades into the background, but none of us are really watching anymore.

The five of us are sprawled out on Namjoon's sectional couch, the kind that practically swallows you whole and makes you never want to leave.

The room is warm, dimly lit, the soft sound of jazz humming from the record player in the corner.

Yeontan is curled up beside Jin oppa, tiny and perfectly content, while Wacha has claimed her rightful throne on Yoongi's lap, paws tucked under her in that regal way only she can manage.

Namjoon has a book in one hand, his other lazily rubbing circles over oppa's knee. Tae is stretched across the couch, head resting against my thigh, fingers idly tracing patterns along my calf.

And then, as if he's been waiting for the right moment, Tae speaks.

"So... we have updates."

Jin oppa barely glances away from his popcorn. "On?"

I exchange a glance with Yoongi. He nods, and I take a steadying breath.

"This is happening."

I shift forward slightly, running my hands over my lap. "On the apartment hunting."