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

Chapter 82: The Smoldering Fuse

Tae lets out a strangled noise and immediately scoops up his Pomeranian.

"Did you see that?! She hand-delivered the gift. Oh my god."

Yoongi raises a brow.

"It's a Christmas miracle."

Joon chuckles.

"This is history in the making."

Practically vibrating with excitement, Taehyung helps Yeontan unwrap the gift.

Inside is a cozy, heated pet bed shaped like a snowflake-soft, plush, and perfect for keeping his tiny body warm through the winter.

Yeontan sniffs it, wags his tail, then spins in delighted little circles before flopping right into it with an enthusiastic boof!

"Oh, look at him!" I coo, bouncing on my heels. "He loves it!"

Tae sniffles dramatically. "Wacha, I take back everything bad I ever said about you."

Yoongi smirks.

"You called her a demon queen yesterday."

Tae waves him off.

"I said I loved the demon. What a queen
That's different."

I shake my head, laughing, and press a kiss to Wacha's head before setting her down. "Alright, Tannie, your turn!"

Yeontan perks up at the sound of his name, tilting his tiny head before grabbing a small package with his mouth.

It's wrapped in way too much tape-undeniably Tae's handiwork-and he drags it across the floor toward Wacha.

The cat eyes the package.
Then eyes Yeontan.

Yeontan yips once, triumphant.
Wacha sighs (or at least, I swear she does), then gives the package a single, regal pat with one paw.

Approval. The highest honor.

I carefully peel back the layers of excessive tape and reveal a plush fish toy stuffed with catnip.

The moment it's free, Wacha lunges.

Tae cackles. "Oh my god, look at her go."

Gone is the composed, elegant feline. Instead, she's rolling on her back, clutching the fish between her paws, rubbing her face against it with pure, unfiltered bliss.

I gasp. "She loves it."

Jin oppa chuckles, watching the chaos unfold.

"So this is what Christmas has become? Emotional confessions, crying, and now pets giving each other presents?"

Joon hums. "Perfectly balanced, as all things should be."

Yoongi shakes his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

"This is ridiculous."

But before he can fully commit to his usual grumbling, Wacha abruptly stops playing, gets up, and, with great dignity, marches toward Yeontan's new heated bed.

Then-without hesitation-she curls up right beside him.

Yeontan wiggles even closer, pressing against his new best friend.

The room stills.

Tae clutches his chest. "We really are one big, happy family."

Yoongi scoffs, but there's a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.

Namjoon lets out a deep breath, his eyes drifting across the room-taking in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, the scattered gifts, the warmth still thick in the air.