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

Chapter 97: Of Blankets, Boxes, and Belonging

You have reached a Nurturing Connection Phase with Namjoon.

You have reached a Nurturing Connection Phase with Jungkook.

Joon hyung squinted at the screen and then chuckled, his voice low and filled with affection.

"Well... guess the app approves."

I laughed, sleepy.

"Guess we're doing something right."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead, whispering,

"Goodnight, Kookie."

"Night, Joonie hyung."

We fell asleep like that-tangled gently, arms wrapped around each other, heartbeats syncing to the rhythm of a bond growing stronger with every breath.

And Seoul shimmered outside, unaware of the beautiful thing blooming quietly inside that room.

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Y/N's POV

I woke up to chaos.

The delicious kind-the kind that smells like warm waffles, sounds like laughter, and feels like your limbs are tangled in the people you love.

My eyes opened slowly to sunlight cutting through the gauzy curtains, golden and soft.

I was nestled in the guest room bed with Tae sprawled halfway across me like a heavy, overgrown puppy, his arm slung around my waist and his cheek smooshed against my chest, lips slightly parted.

Yeontan snored softly at his feet, and Wacha was curled between my calves like she owned the bed.

Jin oppa was curled up on the chaise lounge, blanket tucked around his shoulders like royalty mid-slumber, glasses askew and hair floofed.

I smiled, stretching under Taehyung's weight, careful not to wake him as I gently slipped out from under his arm.

He murmured something unintelligible in his sleep, reaching out blindly-so I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Go back to sleep, bear cub."

He hummed, content, nuzzling into the pillow I'd just vacated.

"Love you, noona," he whispered sleepily.

I tiptoed over to Jin oppa, brushing the hair from his face and kissing his cheek. He smiled without waking, as if he knew.

Stepping out of the room, I found the hall awash in the warm light of morning and the smell-oh god, the smell-of waffles, butter, coffee, and something burning.

I followed the trail to the kitchen and-
Chaos.

There was Jungkook, shirtless in plaid pajama pants, flipping waffles like his life depended on it, tattoos flexing, hair a total mess, a grin plastered on his face like he was hosting a food network special.