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

Chapter 89: Cracks in the Constellation

He smiles, a little shy now, a little softer.

And I think, maybe just for a second, that I want to stay in this arcade forever.

Just me, him, and the neon lights.

Maybe we're not just playing games anymore.

Maybe something real is starting to play out between us.

And Maybe he's ready for it too?

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Y/N's POV

There are few things in life more sacred than a perfectly lazy Saturday.

And this one? Might just be blessed.

The sun is high and bright outside, but inside my apartment, the curtains are drawn, the lights are dimmed, and the air smells like buttery popcorn and clean laundry.

My couch is a mess of blankets and tangled limbs. Wacha is curled on my lap like royalty, purring softly, completely unfazed by the chaos around her.

On the TV, Arisu is running for his life again.

"NOPE. NOPE. NOPE-" Jin oppa screeches, practically leaping off the couch as the tension spikes in Alice in Borderland Season 2.

He hides half his face behind a throw pillow but doesn't look away.

"I swear, if Chishiya dies, I'm quitting," I say with conviction, pointing accusingly at the screen.

"And I mean it this time."

"You say that every episode," Yoongi deadpans, barely blinking, eyes locked on the screen.

"And yet, here you are."

"I mean it, Min Yoongi."

"Sure you do, Jagi."

A chorus of gasps explodes as the scene twists again. Joon literally flings a handful of popcorn into the air like confetti.

"What the hell?! He's been the Game Master this whole time?!"

"I called it!" Jin oppa crows triumphantly.

"No, you didn't!" I argue.

"You said the creepy janitor guy was the Game Master!"

"Well, I meant this guy."

"That makes zero sense."

"I contain multitudes," Oppa declares.

Yoongi throws a cushion at him.

Wacha meows in protest and hops off my lap in a huff.

We all break into laughter.

These are my favorite kinds of days.

No makeup, no stress, no responsibilities-just me and my soulmates in the comfort of our shared weirdness.

Jin oppa hogging the popcorn bowl.
Joon trying to predict every twist.
Yoongi pretending he's not invested but yelling louder than anyone else when someone dies.

The air is warm with laughter, love, and that easy closeness that makes you forget the world exists outside.

After one particularly brutal game scene, we finally pause the episode.

Everyone exhales.

Yoongi mutters something about "emotional damage" and stretches like a cat before getting up.

Oppa follows him to the kitchen, promising a fresh batch of popcorn and "emergency lemonade therapy."

I lean back, heart still racing, eyes fluttering shut.