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

Chapter 97: Of Blankets, Boxes, and Belonging

The way Joonie reads out loud when he thinks no one's listening, and Jin hyung casually hands me his most expensive tea like I deserve it.

We're not moved in.
Not officially. Not yet.

But god, it feels like something's already settled in my chest.

Like maybe home isn't a house-it's just people who make your laughter louder and your silences safe.

That night, after boxes were stacked and everyone had had way too much caffeine and way too little sleep, we curled up in Jin hyung's oversized living room, a mess of limbs and energy and affection.

Tae braided a piece of Noona's hair while lying upside down on the couch. Jin hyung was teaching Joonie how to fold fitted sheets "like a royal" while scolding him the whole time.

Yoongi hyunh was curled into Noona's lap, half-asleep, murmuring little nothings she smiled into.

Kook had his head on my shoulder, the back of his fingers brushing my thigh lazily, like he didn't even realize he was doing it.

And I whispered, just for him, "Someday soon."

He whispered back, "Yeah. Someday."

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If I were a cat, I'd be purring.

I mean-okay, not literally. But that warm, fizzy feeling in my chest?

Yeah, that's what it feels like to be in the middle of Y/N noona's apartment on a Thursday night, halfway buried in packing tape and fairy lights, surrounded by laughter and the kind of love that makes you forget the rest of the world exists.

It's night ten of packing chaos.

Jin hyung's penthouse: check.

Joon's zen loft: check.

Tae and Tannie's one bedroom apartment full of plants and mismatched lamps: check.

Yoongi hyung's cave of creativity and six hundred cables: double check.

Now we're packing up the last piece, Noona's cozy one-bedroom.

The apartment looks like a cardboard kingdom.

Boxes were scattered across the living room like little castles, and someone had drawn eyes and mustaches on them.

Joonie admitted it was him, then blamed it on Tae, who proudly accepted the credit and drew hearts on the mustaches.

Wacha rules from atop the kitchen counter like a judgmental empress, her tail flicking as she watches us clumsily pack up her territory.

"Babe," Kook's voice called from the bedroom, tangled in a mess of wires that may or may not have been attached to noona's old headboard lights.

"I think these things are sentient. They're fighting back."

"Try using kind words," I called back, grinning as I popped a roll of tape into the dispenser.

"Or threats. Cats respond well to threats."

"You're thinking of Yoongi hyung," Jungkook shouted.

Yoongi hyung, lounging beside me on the living room floor, gave a deadpan blink and passed me a pile of bubble wrap.

"I'm right here, you know."

"I know," Kook called back. "Love you."

Yoongi hyung's lips twitched, the faintest of smiles sneaking through. And me? I had to bite mine back completely.