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

Chapter 97: Of Blankets, Boxes, and Belonging

The city stretched out below, golden and glowing.

Moments later, footsteps.

Namjoon.

He stepped beside me, coffee in hand, his eyes calm but awake. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "More than okay."

He nodded, took a sip. "You feel it too, right?"

"You mean, "the shift?"

He hummed. "It feels... more than a soulmate connection, if that makes sense"

I looked at him, then at the chaos behind the glass door, where laughter was still bubbling up, Tae chasing Jin oppa with a dish towel, Jungkook twirling Hobi for no reason. Yoongi sitting on the counter, watching it all with a ghost of a smile.

"Yeah," I said.

"It's amazing, It feels more real, more natural now. Like something we're all building. Together."

And just like that, Jungkook burst onto the balcony like a golden retriever with zero boundaries.

"Joon hyung! You forgot your second waffle!"

Joon groaned. "I told you, I'm full."

"But it's shaped like your face!"

I couldn't help it-I laughed.

Joon shook his head with mock exasperation, but his lips twitched into a smile that didn't quite leave.

That morning wasn't just about waffles and banter.

It was about deepening roots.

The kind of love that's messy, loud, soft, and unspeakably real.

The kind that keeps you coming back.
The kind that makes you stay.

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Hoseok's POV

"Namjoon! Put that plate down- now! You are forbidden from touching anything with a 50% or higher chance of breakage!"

Jin hyung's voice thundered from the spiral staircase, echoing like a drama king on Broadway.

I had just unzipped my duffel bag when the chaos erupted.

Joonie froze mid-reach, fingers inches from a porcelain plate that looked like it cost more than my car.

His guilty grin was boyish, shoulders hunched like a kid caught stealing cookies.

"But it's just-"

"That is not 'just' a plate! That's bone china from a limited run in Kyoto!"

Jin hyung swept into the kitchen with a flare of his robe like a man made of drama and cash.

"From this moment on, you are on 'Soft Duty' only. Towels. Cushions. Maybe my socks."

Yoongi hyung cackled from across the marble island, where he was labeling boxes in the cleanest handwriting I've ever seen.

"Soft Duty," he muttered. "Sounds like a punishment and a kink."

Tae, who was bubble-wrapping a ceramic cat statue on the floor, nearly choked on laughter.

"You wish that was punishment, hyung."

"Oh my god," I laughed, leaning into Kookie beside me, our arms bumping as we watched the madness unfold from the marble kitchen.

Welcome to Night One of Operation: Move the Mansion.

It was our first night helping them pack for their move to the new house they have decided on after months of looking.