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

Chapter 85: Need like Prayer 🔥

Thick, heavy, deeply inappropriate silence.

"I need bleach," Y/N noona groaned finally, dragging both hands down her face.

"For my brain."

I snorted and wiped my tears of laughter away, grabbing an apron from the hook.

"Let's finish dinner before they come back and start fucking in the mashed potatoes."

"You're the best, bear cub," she muttered, eye twitching slightly.

"How could I ever say no to you, Noona," I teased, bumping her hip.

She rolled her eyes but laughed anyway-thankfully back to her usual self.

A little fried.
A lot traumatized.
But still standing.

Meanwhile, Namjoon hyung, still very much hard as diamonds, slowly backed out of the kitchen like a man escaping a crime scene.

"I'm just... gonna go breathe," he muttered.

"And sit. And pet a dog. And not think about how my soulmates were dry-humping next to the soy sauce."

"Still banned," Y/N noona called called after him.

"Gladly!" he barked, disappearing around the corner.

We heard him flop onto the floor with a dramatic grunt, followed immediately by the sound of Yeontan's excited barks and Wacha's snorting zoomies.

Board games clattered as he half-heartedly began arranging them on the floor, murmuring to the furrballs like,

"They were so hot, babies. So hot. But this is fine. I'm fine. Daddy's fine."

We laughed hard and then-
Y/N noona and I met eyes.

Both of us reeling from the insanity of Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung's departure.

The air felt charged-like static was still crackling along our skin. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling, hair a little mussed from yanking at it in frustration.

And maybe it was the adrenaline.
Maybe it was the hormones.

Maybe it was the fact that our soulmates had just treated the kitchen like a porno set.

But I kissed her.
And she kissed me back. Hard.

Hands tangled in hair.
Bodies pressing close.

Her fingers sliding under the hem of my shirt, and mine gripping her waist like I couldn't get enough.

It started soft, sweet-but in seconds, we were groaning into each other's mouths.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. My hand slid down to grab a handful of her ass.

"Fuck," I whispered against her lips.

"You taste so good-"

"You're so hot when you laugh," she breathed, biting my bottom lip.

I moaned.

And that's when we heard it.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I FUCKING HEAR YOU!"

Joon hyung shouted from the living room, his voice pitched somewhere between desperate and personally betrayed.

"WE NEED TO EAT! FOR GOD'S SAKE, IT'S FUCKING NEW YEAR'S EVE! STOP TOUCHING EACH OTHER!"

There was a long beat of silence.

Then both of us burst into laughter-faces pressed together, foreheads touching as we giggled like we were twelve.

My stomach hurt from laughing.
Her shoulders shook.