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

Chapter 79: Interrupted Kisses & Unfinished Business

The scent of cinnamon and pine, the soft glow of Christmas lights draped across the ceiling, the distant hum of a holiday song playing on the record player-everything feels like home.

But more than that, it's the people inside who make it so.

Yoongi, Jin oppa, and Taehyung turn toward us, and in an instant, we're surrounded.

"Look at these two!" Oppa crows, sweeping me into a tight embrace before pressing a deep, lingering kiss to my lips.

His warmth, his confidence-it leaves me breathless.

But before I can even recover, he pulls Namjoon in just as fiercely, kissing him with a tenderness that makes my heart ache in the best way.

Joon melts into him, his fingers curling into Oppa's shirt like he never wants to let go.

Yoongi, ever smug but with a telltale softness in his gaze, smirks.

"Congratulations, you two."

His arms wind around me as he leans in, his lips brushing mine before his hands wander-firm, possessive, sending heat pooling between my thighs.

"YOONGS!" I yelp and giggle at the shameless squeeze to my ass.

He just chuckles, looking far too pleased with himself.

Before I can further retaliate, I'm yanked into another embrace-Taehyung's arms wrapping around me like a warm, oversized blanket.

"Ugh, finally," he groans dramatically, his grip tightening as he captures my lips in a slow, consuming kiss.

The kind that makes my toes curl.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was not to rush over when I saw you two kiss earlier?"

Namjoon snorts, shaking his head. "That was restraint?"

I pull back just enough to squint at Tae suspiciously.

"Wait... don't tell me you interrupted them too?"

Jin oppa and Yoongi exchange a loaded glance, and something unspoken crackles between them-heat, memory, something deeper than words.

Oppa sighs, but there's a smirk tugging at his lips as he drapes an arm over my shoulder.

"Oh, he's been on a mission. Every single one of us? Interrupted at least once by this menace."

Taehyung grins, utterly unrepentant, arms crossing over his chest.

"What can I say? I have impeccable timing."

Yoongi huffs, rolling his eyes, but before he can snark back...

Jin oppa reaches for him-grabbing his collar and yanking him in.

Whatever teasing remark Yoongi had died against Oppa's lips as they collide, hot and hungry, all restraint vanishing in an instant.

The air shifts.

One moment, it's playful banter.

The next, Jin oppa and Yoongi are completely wrapped up in each other, lost in the gravity of their connection.

Oppa's hands slide into Yoongi's hair, gripping tight, angling him deeper as their kisses turn desperate, all-consuming.

"Oh fuck-baby-"

Yoongi groans against his mouth, fingers clutching at Jin oppa's waist before slipping lower, dragging him closer, bodies pressing flush.

"Okay," Namjoon drawls, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

"Guess we're just watching now."

Taehyung scoffs, flopping against me, his head resting on my shoulder as we take in the scene before us.

"This is exactly what I was trying to stop earlier. They get like this every other minute like seriously It's crazy!"

"Mhmm-hyung"

With a low, breathy moan, Yoongi backs Oppa toward the couch, hands roaming, gripping, grinding against him with a slow, teasing roll of his hips.

Jin oppa gasps into the kiss, breaking just enough to let out a breathless laugh.

"Oh, fuck,"

I murmur, heat curling in my stomach as Jin oppa yanks Yoongi down with him, their bodies tangled, lips still moving like they can't bear to be apart.

Namjoon nudges Tae with an exaggerated sigh.

"This is your fault."

Tae groans, throwing his hands up.

"I know! They have been doing this all night, they're still frustrated and now they keep making out for lost time, literally!"

"Mm, I think they forgot we're here,"

I add, watching as Oppa arches under Yoongi's touch, his head falling back against the cushions, Yoongi's mouth immediately trailing down his throat, teeth scraping.

"Yeah, we're definitely just background noise now,"

Namjoon muses, lips quirking in amusement.

Yoongi hums against Jin oppa's skin, voice thick with satisfaction.

"Then shut up and let us make out in peace."

Jin oppa chuckles, breathless, tugging Yoongi in for another deep kiss before flashing us a smirk.

"You did start this, Tae. Consider this your punishment."

Taehyung groans dramatically, burying his face in my shoulder.

"That's so fucking hot, should we make out too?" Tae quips as he looks at me with pleading eyes.

Namjoon just laughs, shaking his head, while I give tae a peck on the lips, watching our two soulmates on the couch-so caught up in each other, so lost in love.