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

Chapter 103: Where Gravity Turns to Poetry

I just move forward like a woman possessed.

Wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, I bury my face into his back, nuzzling the space between his shoulder blades as I hum.

"Morning, Oppa."

He jumps slightly.

"YAH! You can't just sneak up on me while I'm-"

I cut him off with a kiss to the back of his neck.

Then another, lower.

He groans. "Oh. Well. Never mind."

Oppa chuckles as I trail my lips upward, nibbling at his jawline with the kind of intention that makes his breath hitch.

"Mmm, baby..." he murmurs, cocking his head as I suck on that sweet spot behind his ear.

"Are you trying to burn the house down with lust while I make galbi?"

"I'd eat you before the galbi," I mumble, sliding one hand beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers grazing those hard-earned abs.

His breath catches. "So handsy this early?"

My hands trail under his shirt slowly, lazily, fingers sliding over his abs, and I feel his breath hitch.

"What's gotten into you?" he murmurs.

"I wonder why," I say, voice low, teeth grazing his earlobe before I nip it just enough to make him grunt.

"I'm in a great mood, oppa."

"Oh, I noticed." He turns slightly, peering at me with those teasing, honey-warm eyes.

"Did we enter the 'touch everything like it owes you money' phase of your excitement?"

I laugh into his neck. "We might meet our final soulmate today."

His whole body stills. The spoon drops with a thunk into the pan.

He turns fully now, cupping my face with flour-dusted fingers, eyes wide with dawning glee.

"Wait. Today-today?"

I nod.
And then, without warning, Jin oppa screams.

A high, strangled sound as he launches into a dramatic spin, nearly knocking over a bowl of eggs in his excitement.

"WE'RE MEETING OUR EIGHTH?!" he shouts, flailing like he just won the lottery.

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP WITH FIREWORKS?!"

"You were jetlagged," I say through laughter, pulling him back in by the waist.

"We wanted to let you sleep."

"I WOULD HAVE GLADLY TRADED SLEEP FOR A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!"

"You just made one," I smirk, kissing his chin, his jaw, the slope of his throat.

"You're here. That's all that matters."

His expression softens instantly. That proud, affectionate gleam slipping into his eyes as his hands slide up my back, tugging me close.

"You're glowing," he murmurs. "Like you're lit up from the inside out."

"Because I am," I whisper back.

He kisses me then. Slow. Deep.

Smiling into my mouth like he's been waiting days to do this.

And when I moan, he grins wide, playfully groping my ass.

"Oh? We're being naughty in the kitchen today?"

"You're the one cooking all hot under an apron," I shoot back, lips brushing his.