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

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

"Joonie's useless in the kitchen," Oppa sighs dramatically one night as Namjoon tries and fails to fold dumplings.

Joon raises a brow. "I'm excellent moral support."

"You're excellent at being hot," Tae mumbles to himself, but everyone hears, and the table erupts in laughter.

Even Wacha, perched on Jin oppa's windowsill like the queen she is, lets out a rare approving meow.

And slowly, surely, the dynamic deepens. Each pairing has its own rhythm.

Yoongi and I share kisses tucked away in stairwells at work, soft and grounding.

Tae and I steal heated moments when no one's looking-his kisses quick, teasing, but with a weight behind them that makes me weak every time.

Jin presses lingering kisses to my temple after meals, calling me sweetheart in that deep, velvety voice that leaves my knees shaky.

Namjoon teases, flirts, touches my hand like it's second nature-and when he calls me "noona," I swear my heart skips every time.

Yoongi is gentler with Tae than he is with anyone else. The way he cups Tae's cheek when they share quiet moments makes my chest ache.

Tae melts under it, but still manages to whisper things like, "Hyung, I could kiss you stupid right now," only to get swatted on the arm as Yoongi's ears burn.

And Jin oppa-Oppa makes Tae giggle like no one else. Tae burrows into his side, and Jin oppa just holds him, kisses the top of his head, and calls him "my baby" like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Namjoon is the glue. The way he reads all of us, the way he notices every shift in mood and effortlessly smooths it over.

Whether it's a quiet joke whispered into Yoongi's ear or pulling me aside for a deep, grounding conversation after a stressful day, he sees us.

He sees all of us.

And every night ends the same.

Laughter.
Love.
Closeness.

Sometimes I fall asleep in Yoongi's arms while Tae clings to my other side.

Sometimes it's all five of us on the floor of someone's living room, limbs tangled, hearts full.

And always, without fail, Tae sends Yoongi at least one bold, flirty text before bed.

"Hyung, sweet dreams or dream of me. Either works."

Yoongi's reply is usually dry. Goodnight, bear cub. But when I catch him smiling at his phone before bed, cheeks flushed, I know he secretly loves it.

And so do I.

Because whatever this is-this mess of shared dinners, lazy mornings, chaotic group chats, and stolen kisses-it's ours.

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The first thing I notice when we step into Namjoon's apartment is that it feels like him.

It's warm, lived-in, filled with soft lighting and overflowing bookshelves.