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

Chapter 71: The Softest Claim 🔥

Not just like this-not just in bed, skin against skin-but in every way.

I want to wake up to him.

I want to fall asleep next to him.

I want to be held by him when I'm sad and teased by him when I'm happy.

I want his love, in all its quiet, unspoken ways.

And maybe I already have it.

A soft smile tugs at my lips as I watch him disappear into the bathroom.

A moment later, I hear the sound of water running, and warmth spreads through me at the realization that he meant it.

He's really drawing a bath for me.

I close my eyes, exhaling deeply.

I feel loved. I feel wanted.

And for the first time in a long time, I feel safe.

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I lay there, still catching my breath, listening to the sound of the water running.

My body is warm, sore in the best way, and my mind feels light-like I've let go of something heavy I hadn't even realized I was carrying.

Yoongi hyung comes back a few minutes later, a towel slung over his shoulder, his hair slightly damp where he must've splashed water on himself.

He looks so soft like this-his sharp edges dulled by exhaustion, his expression lazy, fond.

"Come on," he murmurs, reaching for me. "It's ready."

I groan, stretching out across his bed like a satisfied cat. "Carry me, hyung."

He snorts, rolling his eyes. "You have legs, brat."

I pout, but before I can complain, he does reach down, slipping his arms under me, lifting me effortlessly.

A surprised laugh escapes me as I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.

"Thought you weren't gonna carry me," I tease, pressing my nose against his jaw.

He clicks his tongue but doesn't put me down. "You're lucky I like you."

Like.

The word is too small for what's between us.

I don't say anything, just nuzzle into him, letting him carry me to the bathroom.

The warm scent of bath salts fills the air, and the water is steaming slightly, just the right temperature.

Yoongi hyung knows what I like.

Of course, he does.

He kneels down, settling me on the edge of the tub, watching me with careful eyes.