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

Chapter 105: Seven Idiots and a Star

No pressure.
Just love.
I close my eyes for a second.
Breathe it in.

I'm not ready yet.
Not fully.

But God -
I'm getting there.

Because with them?
With them, for the first time in my life,
I want to be.

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Y/N's POV

If pure, delicious chaos had a scent, it would smell exactly like our kitchen right now.

Butter. Coffee. Burnt toast. Hobi's coconut-scented hair spray.

And underneath it all - the low, humming ache of missing him.

Jimin.

Our eighth.
Our almost.
Our already.

But even so - today, we're alive.
Today, we're here.

And we're doing everything in our power to woo the absolute hell out of Park Jimin.

"Operation Woo Jimin" is fully underway.

And it's already a disaster.

A beautiful, glittering, hilarious disaster.

"Yeontan! NO!"

Hobi shrieks, skidding across the kitchen floor in his socks (one sock now, thanks to Yeontan, who is gleefully zooming around with Hobi's striped sock in his mouth).

I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe - that open, full-body kind of laughter that makes my chest ache in the best way.

Yeontan dodges under the dining table, sock flapping behind him like a battle flag, tail wagging at light speed.

Meanwhile, Wacha-the queen herself- sits perched on the backrest of the couch, surveying the madness with the deepest disdain I've ever seen on a cat.

As if she's thinking, Peasants.
Absolute buffoons.

And she proves her point a second later by flicking her tail-Right into Jin oppa's coffee mug.

Sending it flying off the counter with a spectacular crash.

"WACHA!" Jin oppa roars, hands flailing.

"My vintage latte mug! That was limited edition!"

Wacha just blinks slowly, as if she's offering condolences for his terrible taste.

Then yawns.
Absolute icon.

Tae is half-dancing, half-tripping around the kitchen island-mismatched socks on his feet, one neon green, one purple, hips swaying to the beat of... whatever chaotic song Hobi decided to blast this time.

Currently,
"Barbie Girl."

Because of course.

Jin oppa and Hobi are arguing again - both red-faced, both waving spatulas around like medieval weapons.

"ABBA MUST BE HONORED!" Jin oppa yells, brandishing his spatula like a sword.

"You played 'Dancing Queen' THREE TIMES already!" Hobi wails.

"I'm getting emotional whiplash! Let me have Aqua for five minutes!"

"We are a household of CULTURE, Jung Hoseok!" Jin oppa shouts dramatically.

"You're a household of trauma!" Hobi screeches back, ducking as oppa flings a potholder at his head.

Yoongi is tucked in the corner, wrapped in a hoodie, sipping black coffee like it's wine, silently judging us all.