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

Chapter 97: Of Blankets, Boxes, and Belonging

Joon stood beside him, arms crossed, smiling like a man watching his favorite movie, dressed in a hoodie that was unmistakably not his.

It was Jungkook's. Oversized and orange and soft-looking, like Jungkook himself.

"How many waffles are you making?"

Namjoon asked, a laugh curling in his throat.

"As many as the people I love," Jungkook said, dramatically flipping another one onto a plate like a culinary anime protagonist.

"So... like twelve."

"You know there's only seven of us, right?"

"I added more. For feelings."

Joon shook his head, his dimples peeking out. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm romantic," Jungkook replied, pressing his hand to his heart.

"You're just lucky I didn't make them shaped like our initials."

"Did you really not?" Joon raised an eyebrow.

"...Don't check the bottom of the stack."

"Too late."

I lingered in the doorway, watching as Joon reached for a waffle and Jungkook smacked his hand away with a spatula.

But it wasn't rough, not really.
It was flirtation layered in routine.

This was a new side of them.

A rhythm forming.
Unspoken rules of closeness.
Soft smirks. Safe silence.

Joon's eyes flicked to me, warm and soft.

"Morning, noona."

I padded over and leaned up on my toes, giving him a slow kiss on the lips.

"Morning, Joonie."

"Want coffee?" he asked, already reaching for the French press.

"Always."

"Noona! You're up!" Jungkook chirped, abandoning the waffle iron to wrap me in a tight, syrup-scented hug.

I giggled against his chest, his bare skin warm and his joy absolutely contagious.

"Waffles or pancakes?" Jungkook asked, smiling so gently at me I swear my heart burst just from it

"You made pancakes too?"

"No, but I can."

"I think waffles are enough, Kookie."

"You're never enough," he said, then immediately froze.

"I meant they're never enough. Waffles. Not you. You're-God."

Namjoon was snickering.

He looked at me with fondness blooming behind his eyes.

"Welcome to the madness."

"I know right?" I laughed and turned my head towards Jungkook

"And, you're sticky, kookie" I giggled.

"I'm love," he replied, smug and content.

Behind me, I heard soft footsteps-and then felt arms wrap around me from behind.

"She's my love first," Yoongi grumbled into my neck, pressing a kiss just beneath my ear.

I laughed, tipping my head back against him. "Possessive much, baby?"

"You're mine," he said simply, kissing me on my neck then my jaw and finally capturing my lips briefly like he needed the contact.

Then, without warning, Yoongi reached forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook's temple too.