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

Chapter 81: Under the Christmas Lights

Not just a peck, not just a fleeting brush of lips-I kiss him.

With all the love I've carried for him, all the months of quiet longing, all the warmth that has filled my heart since the moment he became mine.

Yoongi hyung stiffens for a second, surprised, but then he melts.

His hands slide into my hair, gripping tight, and he kisses me back-slow and deep, like he's savoring every second, like he's memorizing the shape of my mouth, the taste of me.

The room fades. The world outside the glow of the Christmas lights disappears.

It's just us.

By the time our lips pull apart, I'm breathless, and Yoongi hyung's lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed.

His fingers still cradle my jaw, his thumb sweeping softly against my skin.

I nuzzle into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"I love you," I whisper again.

His voice is barely more than a murmur, full of everything he doesn't always say but always shows.

"I love you too, brat."

And before I can even stop myself, I dived into his arms one again hearing his words, the others laugh, but no one pulls me away.

Because here-wrapped in love, in warmth, in the glow of Christmas-

I'm exactly where I belong.

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Namjoon's POV

Taehyung is still curled into Yoongi hyung's chest, clutching his tiny bear like it's his most prized possession.

His face is pressed into hyung's sweater, and his breath is slow, steady, warm.

No one rushes him.

We let the moment settle, let him have this-because we know how much it means.

But then, after a few quiet minutes, Jin hyung's voice breaks through the hush, warm and teasing.

"Well, look at that. We have a whole Namjoon left to unwrap."

I chuckle, shifting a little where I sit, feeling the soft hum of warmth in my chest.

They turn to me, eyes bright, faces soft, hearts open.

And just like that-I feel safe.

Jin nudges a box toward me.

"Start with Y/N's."

I swallow, feeling my throat tighten just at the thought of her-at the way she's looking at me, eyes full of quiet adoration, hands folded neatly in her lap.

Carefully, I tear open the wrapping.

Inside, a wooden bookstand.
But not just any bookstand.
It's engraved.

"Wisdom is not knowing all the answers, but loving the questions enough to keep searching."

I run my fingers over the smooth, hand-carved letters, my breath catching.

"You customized this?"

She nods, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I had it custom-made. I know how much you love reading with your hands free, and I thought-"

She pauses, eyes searching mine.

"I thought you'd like something that reminds you how much I love the way your mind works."