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

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

Jin oppa chokes on his croissant while Namjoon laughs behind his coffee cup.

I swat Tae on the chest, cheeks flaming. "I swear Taehyung!"

"What?" He grins, completely unbothered, leaning down to kiss my temple. "Just being honest."

Yoongi smirks, but there's a subtle fondness in his gaze as he watches us.

Namjoon leans forward, chin in hand. "So where did he take you?"

I grin, shaking my head fondly. "He surprised me with a fancy Filipino restaurant, like, decked out in gold and velvet. Private table. Every single dish I've ever told him I loved."

Taehyung preens. "Only the best."

"And then," I continue, biting my lip to hide my smile, "he dragged me into this absurd boutique and bullied me into trying on half the store."

Namjoon whistles. "That tracks."

Yoongi snorts. "Overachiever."

Oppa is grinning ear to ear. "Oh, he went full sugar daddy, huh?"

"Absolutely." I nod, laughing. "It was ridiculous."

Tae shrugs with faux innocence. "You looked like a goddess. I did the world a favor."

"Please," Yoongi mutters, reaching for a pastry. "Bet you were just trying to fluster her."

"Oh, definitely." Tae winks. "Worked like a charm."

Yoongi, sipping his coffee, raises a brow at him. "You're so down bad, it's almost cute."

"Almost?" Tae leans back on the couch, stretching lazily. "You think I'm cute, hyung?"

Yoongi sighs. "God."

"See, he admits it," Tae says, smug. "Now about that kiss I owe you."

Yoongi glares but there's a twitch at the corner of his lips.

"We're in public," Yoongi replies dryly, waving vaguely at the room.

"We're in my apartment," I point out.

"Semantics," Yoongi says.

The table dissolves into laughter, but then Tae shifts gears-locking eyes with Yoongi again, something dangerous and playful flickering beneath the surface.

"Speaking of flustering," Tae purrs, voice low, "missed me yesterday, hyung?"

Yoongi, ever the master of indifference, raises a brow. "Barely."

Tae leans across the table just enough for Yoongi to feel the heat of him. "Liar."

Namjoon snorts into his coffee while Jin oppa watches with open glee.

Yoongi smirks but doesn't look away. "Keep talking like that, and I'll make sure you're the one flustered next."

"Oh, promises," Tae murmurs, eyes glinting.

I just about combust right there.

Wacha lets out a huff like she's judging the lot of us, while Yeontan yawns from Tae's lap, utterly unbothered.

"You two are a menace," I say, shaking my head with a laugh.

Before Tae can tease further, Jin oppa claps his hands. "Okay! before you two eat each other alive at the breakfast table-"

"Please don't," Namjoon mutters.

"-we actually have a gift for Tae," Oppa finishes with a grin.

Taehyung blinks. "A gift?"