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

Chapter 105: Seven Idiots and a Star

His voice is barely a whisper-but it thunders through me.

"I think you understand now, don't you?" he says, voice cracking just slightly with emotion.

"You feel it too, right? What we are. Who we are."

I nod.

I can't speak.
I can barely breathe.

But I nod, tears slipping freely, soaking into his palms.

Jin smiles at me then-a smile so radiant, so impossibly beautiful, it makes my ribs ache.

"Thank you, Jimin," he murmurs, reverence lacing every syllable.

"Thank you for finally finding your way to us. We've waited so long for this day."

He presses his forehead gently to mine, breath warm and steady against my skin.

"I know this is overwhelming," he whispers, his voice cracking like sunlight over water,

"but I see it. In just a few hours, I see how much of yourself you've already given us. I see how much you belong."

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his own shining.

"You'll never be alone again," he says.

"You have us now. You have all of us. Always."

I nod again-

choking on air,
choking on love,
choking on the sheer immensity of it all.

Because it's too much.
And yet-
It's exactly enough.

It's everything I never knew I was allowed to hope for.

And somehow, impossibly, it's mine.

Eventually, the tears fade.

Replaced by laughter again.
By playful teasing about how,

"Jimin cries prettier than all of us combined," according to Hobi.

By Jungkook suggesting we crown me "King of Emotional Stability" for lasting a whole five hours before cracking.

By Yoongi handing me a tissue with a completely straight face and saying,

"For your inevitable next breakdown. We cry a lot around here."

By Jin pretending to be my personal butler and offering me more tissues with a bow and a wink.

It's chaotic.
It's messy.
It's family.

At some point, someone, probably Jungkook, suggests we move to the pool deck again because "the stars look sexy tonight."

That's the actual phrasing.

"The stars look sexy."

And somehow nobody questions it.

So we all shuffle outside, dragging blankets and cushions and mugs of hot chocolate, setting up a makeshift cuddle pile on the deck under the sprawling, glittering sky.

It's cool enough to make us huddle closer.

Jungkook presses his cold toes against my calf just to hear me squeak.

Hobi drapes a blanket over all our laps like a giant human burrito.

Yoongi ends up curled beside Noona, Wacha settling across his chest like she owns him.

Jin stretches out along the lounger, one hand draped over his eyes like a tragically beautiful Victorian widow.

Tae lies beside me, head pillowed on my thigh, looking up at the stars with a soft, wondering smile.