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

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

The apartment door finally swings shut, leaving Tae and me blinking in the quiet.

I exhale, heart full and cheeks warm.

Tae grins, pulling me into another hug, Yeontan squished between us. "God, I love them."

I nod into his shoulder. "Me too."

And as Wacha curls up on the couch, tail flicking lazily, I realize we're already exactly where we're meant to be.

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The days that follow fall into a rhythm that feels... strangely perfect.

Like we've all quietly agreed to this dance of work, love, and chaos without ever needing to say the words aloud.

It starts every morning with Yoongi picking me and Tae up before work. He always arrives five minutes early, leans against his car with a coffee in hand, and flashes that tiny, quiet smile that makes my heart ache in the best way.

Tae always greets him with a wink and a whispered, "Hyung, you look hot today," before shamelessly pressing into Yoongi's space and kissing his cheek or stealing his coffee.

Yoongi, ever the composed one, just hums like it's no big deal-but I see the way his ears turn pink every time.

Between meetings and projects, Yoongi and I fall back into our usual flow at EchoTech. The banter, the shared glances across the conference table, the quiet hand squeezes under desks when no one is looking.

Tae drops by sometimes with lunch or ridiculous selfies that make me snort mid-meeting.

My inbox is a graveyard of his thirst traps paired with captions like,

"Would you still love me if I looked like this?" followed by another photo where he somehow looks like he just stepped out of a Vogue shoot.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at each one, but saves every picture.

After work, the real fun begins.
Some nights it's quiet.

We crash at Yoongi's apartment, cooking dinner together like some domestic sitcom family. Tae wears Yoongi's oversized hoodie, dancing around the kitchen with Yeontan underfoot, while I chop vegetables and Yoongi pretends he's not amused at all.

Sometimes we all fall asleep, tangled and peaceful, until Yoongi wakes up with a stiff neck and Tae giggles as he offers to "kiss it better."

Other nights, we meet Jin oppa and Namjoon at their favorite café near Speak Yourself Foundation.

The way Tae lights up when Jin oppa pulls him into a hug, cooing over him like he's the cutest thing in the world, melts me every time.

"You're our resident sunshine," Oppa always teases, ruffling Tae's hair as Tae beams up at him like he's the center of the universe.

Joon loves to sit beside Yoongi, their dynamic endlessly entertaining as Yoongi quietly tries not to combust under Namjoon's attention.

The CEO leans in too close, touches Yoongi's wrist when making a point, drops compliments like, "You've been working out, haven't you, hyung?" just to watch him short-circuit.

"Do you enjoy torturing him?" I whisper to Namjoon one evening as Yoongi stares into his coffee like it holds all the answers to life.

Joon smirks. "It's endearing."

Tae's snickering beside me, watching the whole thing like it's prime entertainment.

Then there are the dinners at Jin oppa's apartment, where he cooks elaborate meals while Tae and Yeontan follow him like ducklings, "helping" but mostly just stealing bites.