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

Chapter 104: The Eight Heartbeat

The final missing piece we've all been aching for without even knowing what shape he would take.

I swallow hard, glance at noona, who gives me one more encouraging nod, and then I step forward.

Slow.
Steady.
I open the door.

And the world shifts.

Standing there, framed by the golden sunset bleeding into our hallway, is him.

Jimin.

All soft blonde hair, dewy skin, and eyes that look like they’ve been carved out of warm, melted galaxies.

He’s wearing a cozy green sweater that drapes over him like a hug, black jeans, and sneakers that look way too clean for Seoul sidewalks.

He’s beautiful.
Painfully beautiful.

And he’s staring at me like he’s just seen the sun rise for the first time.

“Hi,” he says, voice soft, breathless.

Oh god.

Oh my fucking god.

I forgot how to speak.

Behind me, I feel noona silently begging me with her brainwaves to say something, but my brain has fully blue-screened.

Then—mercifully—Jin hyung appears at my side.

Like a vision.

Cool, confident, deadly handsome in his apron and flour-smudged cheeks.

He grins, bright and wicked.

“Hi Jimin-ssi,” he says smoothly.

“Welcome to the circus.”

Jimin laughs—a breathy, startled sound—and that alone nearly brings me to my knees.

Circus is right.

Because the second Jin hyung opens the door wider, all hell breaks loose.

“Kook, you can’t shove me! I’m his favorite hyung!”

“Move, sunshine, he doesn’t even know you yet!”

“I bet Wacha’s gonna love him more than she loves you.”

“NOT POSSIBLE!”

Kookie, Hobi hyung, Joon hyung, and Yoongi hyung tumble into the hallway like overexcited puppies and very sexy cats.

(Yes, Yoongi hyung is the sexy cat.)

I hear Wacha yowling from the kitchen like she's already sick of us.

Yeontan, bless his chaotic little soul, darts between legs, barking once—like a tiny herald announcing Jimin’s arrival.

Jimin just laughs again—another gorgeous, musical sound—and steps fully inside, taking it all in.