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

Chapter 81: Under the Christmas Lights

Y/N's POV

The cabin is warm, glowing with the soft twinkle of fairy lights and the low hum of Christmas music playing in the background.

The scent of pine and cinnamon lingers in the air, mixing with the warmth from the heater and the body heat of the people I love.

And right now, I'm surrounded.

We're all sitting in a loose circle around the Christmas tree, the presents glistening under the soft glow of the lights.

Taehyung is practically bouncing where he sits, his legs crossed, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his oversized sweater.

Jin oppa, ever composed, but with eyes sparkling with excitement, has an arm draped over Yoongi's shoulder.

Joon's dimples peek out as he smiles, looking effortlessly content, while Yoongi, the most physically relaxed, leans lazily against Namjoon's side, his fingers absently scratching behind Yeontan's ear.

Wacha has curled up beside me, tail flicking against my thigh, while Yeontan alternates between hopping excitedly in place and pressing himself into Tae's lap.

"Alright, aein," Jin says, his voice rich with affection. "You first."

I take a breath, feeling an odd mix of anticipation and warmth as I reach for the first present-wrapped neatly, tied with a ribbon that has just the right balance of elegance and thoughtfulness.

Jin oppa's.

I glance up at him, and he winks, a knowing little smile tugging at his lips.

Carefully, I untie the ribbon, peeling back the wrapping to reveal an envelope first. My fingers slide under the flap, and I pull out what looks like a certificate-gold-embossed, pristine, promising.

My breath catches.

"A spa retreat?" My voice wavers between surprise and something softer-something deeply touched.

Oppa tilts his head, watching me with that fond, gentle gaze of his. "You never take time for yourself, aein. I figured it was time someone made sure you did."

I stare at the elegant details-this isn't just any spa retreat. It's a luxurious weekend, designed to be private, intimate, completely tailored to relaxation.

The thoughtfulness behind it, the care-
Tears prick at my eyes.

I don't even realize I'm leaning forward until Oppa's arms wrap securely around me, pulling me against his warm, broad chest.

"Oppa," I murmur, pressing my forehead into the crook of his neck. "You're too good to me."

His lips find my hair, pressing a lingering kiss there. "Not even close," he murmurs.

"You deserve more."

When I finally pull away, he's smiling.

"There's one more."