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

Chapter 97: Of Blankets, Boxes, and Belonging

My Hobi hyung. My sunshine.

Ten years of love and history in every breath, every touch.

And Yoongi hyung, wrapped around him like he belonged there. Like he always had. And maybe he did.

"D'you think they know?" I asked quietly as we approached.

Namjoon hyung glanced at me.

"About each other? Yeah. I think they do. Even if they haven't said it."

We were extra careful moving them, afraid to break whatever invisible spell was holding them so perfectly together.

After setting them down in our bedroom, I leaned down and kissed Hobi hyung softly on the lips.

"I love you," I whispered.

Then, turning to Yoongi hyung, I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and said,

"Thank you... for taking care of my hyung."

Joon hyung was watching me when I stepped back, something unreadable in his expression.

I gave him a small smile, and he reached out instinctively, his hand grazing my back.

"You've got a big heart, Jungkook."

"You too."

We padded out of the room and toward the balcony, both of us too wired for sleep.

The night air was cool, brushing against our skin like a quiet lullaby.

Gangnam skyline shimmered in the distance, its lights dancing like stars.

"Do you ever wonder how we got here?"

I asked, leaning on the railing beside him.

"All the time," he answered without hesitation.

We stood in silence for a bit.
Comfortable. Close.

"I always thought love was... supposed to be simple," I admitted, voice low.

"One person. One connection. And then this-us-happened."