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

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

And I feel it in every fiber of my being.

"God Im going crazy," I echo, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as his mouth finds the curve of my neck, biting and kissing until I'm trembling beneath him.

And when we finally break-shaking, breathless, and so full of each other-gasps filling the room until the world narrows to just this.

Him.

Me.

And the morning light filtering through the curtains.

When we finally collapse into each other, trembling and breathless, his forehead pressed to mine, it's quieter now. Sweeter.

And when we whisper those familiar words, "Yours," and "Mine," they settle into something deeper than last night's urgency.

But we feel it-in every lingering kiss, every shuddering breath, and every whispered name in the quiet aftermath.

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We lay there for a while, wrapped around each other, trading soft kisses and quiet sighs. The exhaustion finally starts to pull at our bodies when-

*Ding-dong*

The doorbell cuts through the haze.

Tae groans into my shoulder. "You've got to be kidding me."

I snort, half-asleep, half-laughing. "That's weird, I'm not expecting anyone today"

"I wanted to get to 10 rounds" he mumbles, but we're both already sitting up, reluctantly dragging on the nearest clothes we can find-me in a hoodie and short shorts, him pulling on one of my oversized sweats and running a hand through his wild bedhead.

Still laughing under our breath, Tae pulls me back for one more quick kiss, grinning like a lovesick fool, before padding barefoot to the door.

I unlock and pull it open-

Standing there are Yoongi, Jin Oppa, and Namjoon, grinning like they planned this ambush.

Yoongi, holding a tray of takeaway coffee and a paper bag, smirks. "Well, look at you two. We brought breakfast, pervs."

I gape at them, cheeks flaming as Oppa snickers behind him.

Joon balancing a box of pastries, beams. "Thought we'd save you from raiding the fridge in your pajamas."

Jin oppa, chuckles, eyes twinkling.

"Figured you'd need fuel after... whatever marathon you two ran last night."

"Don't worry, we knocked three times before ringing the bell." Namjoon says grin wide.

"Twice," oppa corrects.

Yoongi deadpans. "It was twice."

"And we heard everything," Namjoon jokes, making Tae choke on air as I cover my face.

Yoongi steps inside casually. "So...romantic connection and passionate connection, huh? In one night"

I groan. "You saw it?"

Yoongi flashes his phone. "We get notifications, remember?"

I bury my face in Tae's shoulder, groaning as Yoongi smirks wider.

"Yeah," Yoongi teases, stepping inside. "You're definitely buying the next round of coffee after this."

Jin oppa walks in behind him, but before I can die from embarrassment, my eyes land on the little furball peeking from under his coat.