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

Chapter 81: Under the Christmas Lights

His second gift-a delicate sampaguita-inspired necklace-makes my chest ache with something deep and unspoken.

"I wanted you to have something that reminded you of home," he whispers, clasping it around my neck.

I pull him into a lingering kiss, slow and full of unspoken words.

Finally, Yoongi's gifts.

The first is a small USB drive. "Plug it in," he urges.

I do, and my breath catches at the first notes of the custom Lo-Fi track.

And then I hear it-my voice. My laughter, my murmurs, even the soft clacking of my keyboard as I work.

It's... me. Wrapped in music, in warmth, in something deeply comforting.

"Something to keep with you," he murmurs, watching me closely. "For when I'm not there."

I kiss him before I can even speak. Slow, deep, lingering.

When I open the final box and find the sapphire necklace-and the letter-my heart shatters and rebuilds all at once.

"To my first ever soulmate, my heart and my love, thank you for coming into my life. You are my gift. Merry Christmas, Jagiya."

I'm crying now, full-on crying.

Yoongi just pulls me in, letting me melt into his warmth, letting me feel everything.

This is love.
This is home.
This is everything.

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Yoongi's POV

Y/N is still curled against my side, her head resting on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around mine as if she can't quite let go yet after all the gifts she just unwrapped.

I don't blame her. She was a mess of soft sniffles and radiant smiles just moments ago.

Every present she received had unraveled her piece by piece-love wrapped in ribbons, each gift a reflection of the way we see her, the way we cherish her.

And now, it's my turn.

"Hyung next," Taehyung announces with a grin, already pushing a box toward me like he physically can't wait.

"Come on, come on."

I chuckle, shaking my head.

"Alright, alright."

I untie the ribbon, peeling back the paper to reveal a case with familiar handwriting scribbled all over it.

A mixtape.

I blink, running my fingers over the tracklist, my chest tightening as I read the titles.

Each one means something-songs we've shared, moments we've laughed over, melodies that remind him of us.

I glance up at Taehyung, who's watching me, his expression unusually soft. "I know how much you love music, hyung," he says, voice quiet but full of emotion.

"So I wanted to give you one that captures everything that has meaning for us."

I exhale slowly, something warm and heavy settling in my chest. "Jagi..."

He shakes his head before I can finish, pushing another package into my hands.

"There's more."

I pull apart the wrapping and find an oversized hoodie-soft, warm, and...
I bring it to my nose, inhaling.

It smells like him.

I look at him, eyebrows raised, and he just grins. "Now you have my clothes, too."