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

Chapter 97: Of Blankets, Boxes, and Belonging

It had been just over three weeks since Jungkook and Hobi stepped into our lives-and somehow, it felt like they had always been part of us.

Like puzzle pieces that weren't missing, but once placed, made everything feel more whole. More vivid.

More us. There was no awkwardness anymore. No walking on eggshells.

They just... fit.

I'd find them woven into the daily rhythm of our bond in the softest, most natural ways. Jungkook with his quiet curiosity, lingering glances, and the way he clung to affection like it was lifeblood.

Hobi, all sunshine and spark, who could hold space for everyone without dimming a single part of himself.

It was like watching flowers bloom in fast-forward-roots growing deep in places we hadn't even realized were fertile.

And tonight? Tonight was ours.

Our first proper sleepover at Hobi and Jungkook's place. Just us soulmates, all seven of us.

I'd seen their apartment before on video calls, but stepping into it in person was something else entirely.

Their home in Gangnam was jaw-droppingly gorgeous-floor-to-ceiling glass windows that caught the golden spill of the sunset, sleek furniture in warm, inviting colors, and art pieces that probably cost more than my rent.

Seoul shimmered beyond the glass like it had dressed up just for us.

"Welcome to Casa JungHope," Hobi beamed as he opened the door, barefoot and radiant in gray joggers and a sleeveless hoodie, arms spread like a showman.

"Shoes off, egos checked, hugs mandatory."

"I'm not hugging anyone unless snacks are involved," Jin oppa declared dramatically as he stepped inside, holding a bottle of red wine like it was a weapon.

"And by the way, this place is rude. Who let you have good taste?"

"Also, who let you have this view?" I murmured, eyes wide as I stepped in with Wacha cradled in my arms.

"It's giving generational wealth," Oppa added, squinting suspiciously at the modern chandelier.

"Don't project, hyung," Yoongi muttered, breezing past him with a box of pastries from that bakery in Sinsa he always pretended not to like.

"I earned this suspicious wealth, thank you," Hobi said with mock indignation, sweeping into a dramatic bow.

"Fifteen years of content, dancing until my knees dislocated, and drinking enough matcha to power a small nation."

Behind him, Jungkook came up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist, voice soft at my ear.

"Wait until you see the bedrooms. There's a skylight above the bed."