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

Chapter 80: Love, Laughter & Liquor

Laughter still lingers in the air, the warmth of our shared love wrapping around us like a well-worn blanket.

Jin oppa and Yoongi finally disentangle from the couch, breathless and grinning, their hair deliciously mussed.

There's something about moments like these-where love isn't just about romance but about friendship and family, about history, about knowing each other's quirks and loving them anyway.

The scent of the Feast Yoongi and Oppa spent the day preparing fills the air, the rich aroma of perfectly seasoned dishes mingling with the sweetness of the desserts and banchan I prepared.

And at the heart of it all, the lechon belly-golden, crisp, just twenty minutes away from perfection.

Jin oppa stretches, still flushed from making out with Yoongi, but ever the responsible one, he claps his hands together with a satisfied sigh.

"Alright, my loves. Let's get everything ready before this masterpiece comes out of the oven."

We fall into an easy rhythm, the energy shifting seamlessly from playful teasing to the comforting familiarity of working together.

The kitchen is a dance of soft touches, stolen kisses, and laughter, each movement an extension of how well we know each other.

Namjoon stands behind me as I arrange the banchan, his broad chest warm against my back, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"You know," he murmurs, voice honeyed and low, "I think I fell for you a little more watching you make these earlier."

I scoff, elbowing him lightly. "You just love food."

"Maybe," he admits, but there's a teasing lilt to his tone as he nuzzles closer, his breath warm against my skin.

His lips brush just behind my ear, slow and lingering, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "But I love you more."

Before I can fully melt into him, a wooden spoon wedges between us, expertly wielded by none other than Jin oppa.

"No getting lost in each other's eyes when there's work to be done!" he scolds, though his smile gives him away.

Yoongi, still looking deliciously disheveled from their earlier makeout session, lets out a knowing snicker as he leans against the counter.

His dark eyes flick toward Taehyung, full of amused accusation. "I think he's just mad we didn't get to continue before someone"-his gaze sharpens playfully-"decided to barge in."

Tae gasps, a hand dramatically clutching his chest. "How dare you accuse me of sabotage?"

Then, with zero shame, he adds, "You two made out so much, I had to negotiate with my own dick just to keep things respectable multiple times tonight."

Joon chokes on a laugh while I arch an eyebrow, feigning unimpressed. "That's your punishment, cub. You did interrupt all of us."

Namjoon nods solemnly, shooting Tae an exaggeratedly pitying look. "Literally all of us."