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

Chapter 67: Fairy Lights and First Kisses

My eyes flutter shut at the warmth of it.
His lips linger for a second longer than necessary, and for a moment, everything else fades.

Just me. Just him.

Just the steady rhythm of our breathing, the way he’s holding my face like I’m something precious.

When he pulls away, I’m already missing the contact.

But hyung just smiles and tugs me toward the blankets, where I’ve set up cushions and pillows near the fire pit.

I grab the small tiger plushie before settling down, placing it carefully on my lap.

Jin hyung watches me, amused. “You’re treating that thing like it’s royalty.”

I huff. “It is royalty. You won it for me.”

Hyung snorts, rolling his eyes. “I still don’t know how you got so attached to it in a matter of hours.”

I cradle the plushie dramatically. “It reminds me of you.”

Jin hyung pauses.

I grin, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Yoongi-hyung got me the big teddy bear. You got me the small tiger. Now I have something from both of you.”

Hyung is silent.

When I turn to look at him, he’s already gazing at me with something undeniable in his eyes.

And then, before I can say anything—
He flicks my forehead.

“Ow!” I whine, rubbing the spot as Jin laughs. “What was that for?”

“For making me feel things,” hyung replies, grinning.

I pout. “You’re so mean to me.”

Jin just smirks. “Oh, please. You love it.”

I do.

I love every single second of this.

At some point, I grab my Leica camera from my bag, my fingers itching to capture this moment.

Jin hyung raises a brow. “Oh? Are we doing a photoshoot?”

I nod excitedly. “Of course! You’re literally glowing right now, hyung. I have to document this for the world.”

Hyung preens. “Ah. Finally. Someone who appreciates my beauty.”

I giggle, lifting the camera. “Okay, pose!”

Jin hyung does not disappoint.

He immediately shifts into full model mode, tilting his chin slightly, gaze smoldering, lips pursed like he’s about to sell me the most expensive skincare product on the market.

I lose it.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.” I snap a photo anyway.

Jin hyung gasps. “Excuse you. This is my professionally trained face.”

I snort. “Trained where? A soap opera?”

Hyung dramatically flips his hair. “Natural talent, baby.”

I laugh so hard that I almost drop the camera.

Still, I keep taking pictures—Jin hyung making every expression known to mankind, from serious and brooding to absolute chaotic menace.

At one point, he lays back against the cushions, one hand resting lazily on his stomach, eyes half-lidded like he’s some fallen prince.

“I call this one,” he says smoothly, “Yearning But Make It Sexy.”