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

Chapter 82: The Smoldering Fuse

The moment lingers-heavy, warm, unbreakable.

Joon's lips leave Oppa's forehead, but his hands stay, cradling his face like he's something precious. Jin oppa stares at him, eyes shimmering, love written across every inch of him.

It's overwhelming. It's everything.
And he needs more.

Before I can process it, Jin oppa is closing the distance, pressing his lips to Namjoon's.

Joon inhales sharply, but his hands slide down, anchoring Jin to him as he kisses him back-deeply, reverently, like he's been waiting for this, like this is what he's been reaching for every Christmas that passed without him.

I feel Taehyung tremble beside me.

And then, barely above a whisper-
"That was the most romantic thing I've ever seen," Tae mutters, voice muffled against Oppa's shoulder.

"I need to sit down."

I let out a watery laugh.

"You are sitting down, cub."

He groans. "Then I need to lie down."

Yoongi exhales a long-suffering sigh, but when I glance at him, his eyes are just a little glassy.

He doesn't say anything-just shifts closer, like he needs this warmth too.

So Jin oppa reaches for him.
He pulls Yoongi in, letting him tuck himself into his side.

At first, Yoongi resists, stiff like he's unsure. But then Oppa presses a lingering kiss to his temple, and he relaxes.

Namjoon watches them with something unbearably soft in his expression.

He reaches out, fingers ghosting along Yoongi's wrist, and I catch the way Yoongi swallows, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"Hyung," Joon mutters.

Oppa grins, pressing his lips to Yoongi's hair. "Just let us love you, okay?"

Yoongi huffs, but his grip tightens around Oppa's wrist.

I snuggle closer, resting my head on Oppa's shoulder.

"This is the best Christmas ever," I murmur.

Jin oppa exhales, like something inside him is finally settling. "Yeah," he whispers.

"It really is."

The warmth lingers, pressing into every inch of me-Joon's steady touch, Yoongi's quiet presence, Jin oppa's warmth, and Tae's arms still looped around Oppa's waist like he'll never let go.

For a long moment, none of us move.

The Christmas tree glows beside us, casting golden light over everything-over the gifts, the scattered ribbons and wrapping paper, the remnants of emotions still thick in the air.

And then Tae lets out a wobbly sigh.

"Okay," he mumbles.

"That was too much. My heart is broken. I'm devastated. I need a minute."

I laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm right."

Yoongi snorts. "Dramatic."

Tae turns his face up at Jin oppa, big brown eyes still slightly damp.

"Hyung, Namjoon bought you presents every year even though you weren't together. Every single year. That's-that's insane."