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

Chapter 103: Where Gravity Turns to Poetry

"You started this."

He shrugs. "Fair."

Just then-the stampede begins.

Tae bursts in first, his hair wild, shirt half-tucked, Yeontan chasing him like a tiny demon with a crown.

"IS JIN HYUNG AWAKE YET-OH MY GOD YOU'RE HERE!" he screams, barreling into Jin oppa with such force that the man nearly drops the pancake.

"TAEHYUNG-AH! I have hot oil in this pan!" Jin oppa yelps.

"DOESN'T MATTER, YOU'RE BACK!"

Tae cries, hugging him and then immediately hugging me, sandwiching me between them.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH."

"I was gone for a week," Jin oppa mutters, voice muffled against Tae's hair.

"That's six and a half days too long."

"Valid," I say, still clinging to both of them.

Then comes Yoongi, rubbing his eyes and holding Wacha in one arm like she's royalty.

"She demanded to be carried," he grunts, nodding at Wacha who looks incredibly pleased with herself.

"Of course she did," I grin, reaching out to scratch under her chin. "Morning, baby girl."

She gives me one slow blink, then immediately starts purring as she rubs her face against Yoongi's chest.

"She missed Jin hyung," Yoongi says.

"Didn't we all?" I sigh.

"Yah, what is this, a funeral?" Jin oppa scoffs, swatting at Yoongi.

"Where's the fanfare?! The confetti?!"

"I'm the fanfare," comes Joon's voice as he walks in, already dressed in a soft blue Henley and sweatpants that hug all the right places.

He walks straight to Jin oppa, kisses him softly, then leans down to kiss me, Tae and then Yoongi.

"You smell like nutmeg and chaos," he tells Jin oppa affectionately.

"Thank you. I made it myself," Oppa preens.

The front door swings open and in comes the other burst of sunshine, Hobi and Jungkook, arms full of bags.

"WE BROUGHT COFFEE AND HAPPINESS!"

Hobi sings, dancing into the kitchen.

"AND DONUTS!" Jungkook adds, practically glowing with joy.

"Someone tell Jin hyung before he self-combusts."

"I'M RIGHT HERE," oppa wails dramatically, hugging both of them like they're long-lost puppies.

Kook beams and immediately wraps his arms around me, pressing his face into my neck.

"Noonaaaaaa," he whines. "I missed you."

"I missed you more, baby," I say, kissing his cheek and holding him tight.

Hobi gives me a kiss on the temple too, and then Yoongi on the lips, slow and sweet, who flushes but doesn't pull away.

Tae grabs Hobi's hand and pulls him into a full body sway-dance, twirling him like they're at a prom.

"This is the best breakfast I've had in a week," Joon says, balancing his coffee and donut box like a veteran.

"I haven't even served the eggs yet," Jin oppa mutters.

"I meant this, you finally home" Joon gestures-us, the chaos, the warmth, the laughter.

And he's right.
It is the best.