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

Chapter 96: Where We Are Meant to Be

But when my hand lifts-unconsciously-to the spot Yoongi kissed, fingers brushing lightly over my hair, I know.

He's right.
I am so in trouble.

We weren't just a room full of allies.
We were a room full of love.

Woven between us-old and new, steady and sudden, gentle and fierce.

And standing there with them, in this room glowing gold with lantern light and heartbeats, I realized something,

This wasn't a happily-ever-after.
It was something better.
It was the start.

Jin hyung passed behind me, clinking his glass gently to mine.

"Ready for the rest of your life?" he asked with a smile.

I looked at all of them-my soulmates, my family-dancing like the world was made for this one moment.

And I nodded.

"More than ready."

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Y/N's POV

Falling in love isn't always a singular moment-it's a collection of them.

It's the way Jungkook looks at me when he thinks I don't see.

It's the way Hobi's laughter wraps around us like a favorite song.

It's how Yoongi softens, how Jin oppa preens, how Namjoon steadies, how Taehyung glows.

And now, we had time to let it happen.
Time to fall.

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Monday

Hobi arrives at my apartment at exactly 6:27 PM, knocking dramatically.

"Noona, open up! I come bearing gifts and charm."

I open the door to find him holding a bag of pastries like a peace offering. Wacha winds between his legs, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Does she hate me?" he asks, holding very still.

"She's just analyzing your worth," I say, ushering him inside.

"She tolerates you," Yoongi calls from the couch, sipping his tea, his laptop balanced on his knee.

Hobi pouts, bending to scratch behind Wacha's ears. "Come on, Wacha. I'm adorable."

"She agrees," I tease as Wacha flicks her tail and-miraculously-brushes against his hand.

Hobi gasps. "It's happening. She loves me."

Yoongi snorts. "Don't get ahead of yourself, sunshine."

The three of us settle onto the couch, sharing croissants and laughter while Wacha perches on Yoongi's lap like a queen.

It's quiet.
Soft.
Something sacred in the way it just fits.