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

Chapter 86: Counting Down to You 🔥

My stomach growled then, loud enough to break the moment.

I flushed. Yoongi just laughed.

"Truly ruined you, huh? Starved you of food and dignity."

"I'll need six days of sleep and maybe a chiropractor," I groaned.

"And a really big bowl of rice."

"You want me to carry you to the table?"

"If you carry me, I might leak all over the hallway."

"Jesus-" he sputtered, half-shocked, half-hysterical.

"You are broken."

"You broke me!"

"I rearranged you," he said with a smirk, kissing my cheek.

"With love."

I groaned and stretched again, sore muscles twinging.

"If I sit down wrong at dinner, everyone's going to know."

"They already know," he said with a devilish grin.

"Namjoon heard something. Tae asked if you were doing vocal warm-ups. And Y/N slipped a note under the door that said 'drink water, hydrate, scream responsibly.'"

I buried my face in the pillow, half mortified, half wheezing with laughter.

"I'm never showing my face again."

"Yes you are," Yoongi said, getting up and walking to the closet stark naked like a menace.

"You're gonna limp out there like the proud, well-loved man you are."

I sat up-slowly-and hissed at the soreness between my thighs.

"I'm going to need a donut pillow."

He threw a pair of sweatpants at me.

"Come on, superstar. Time to face your fans."

By the time we made it to the living room-me in an oversized hoodie and Yoongi smugly helping me walk straight-we were greeted with applause.

Literal applause.

Joon, standing at the counter with a dish towel over his shoulder, gave a slow clap.

Tae was already half-drunk, sprawled on the couch with a glass of something sparkling and a bowl of grapes in his lap.

"About time," he drawled.

"You two shook the walls."

Y/N, in a New Year's crown, smirked at us and waved a fork.

"Ten out of ten. Would scream again."

I buried my face in my hands.

"I hate everyone," I muttered.

Yoongi threw his arm around my shoulder.

"They're just jealous."

Joon passed me a glass of water and a plate already piled high with food.

"Hydrate, hyung. And... respect. Honestly."

"Respect?" I said, blinking.

"For the stamina," he said seriously.

Yoongi choked on his drink.

"Okay, can we not turn this into a roast?"

"Too late," Y/N sang.

But even with the teasing, there was love in the air. Soul-deep and warm.