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

Chapter 107: Mischief, Menace, and Moonlight 🔥

I spin my chair and open my arms.

"Come here, crybaby."

He walks straight into my arms like he belongs there. Because he does.

Some nights, he falls asleep on the floor with one hand tucked under my desk, fingers brushing my ankle like he just needs to know I'm real.

Back at the soulmate house.
Friday evening.

I walk in and stop short.

Kook and Jimin are crawling across the living room floor like dramatic toddlers, both vying for Wacha's attention.

"Her Majesty has spoken!" Kook declares, bowing.

"She meowed at me," Jimin insists. "That was a meow of cosmic intent."

Tae stands above them like a pageant mom. "I have never been so proud."

Yoongi hyung, "I am actively regretting my life choices."

Y/N noona, sipping tea from a mug labeled Don't Test Me, I Bite, "She hates all of you equally."

I laugh so hard my backpack falls off my shoulder.

Even on empty-I'm overflowing.

The night unfolds like poetry in a chaotic love language.

Tae keeps tugging at Jimin's hoodie strings, whispering something that makes Jimin snort and swat at him, cheeks pink.

Jin hying groans from the kitchen.

"If you two flirt any harder, I'm dimming the lights and queuing a Marvin Gaye playlist."

Jimin, "Hyung, your candle collection already sets the mood."

Jin, wounded, "I curate ambiance, thank you."

Y/N noona tries to stir pasta but keeps glancing at Jimin like she's watching the moon rise.

Every time he laughs, she does too.
Soft. Subtle.

Like his happiness lives under her skin.

Yoongi hyung doesn't say much, but he sits beside Jimin, adjusts his necklace clasp, smooths it out like a ritual.

He doesn't look at him.
Doesn't need to.

Jimin just breathes out and leans back against him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

When Joonie reaches out during a movie and gently laces their fingers, Jimin doesn't hesitate.

When Jin hyung brushes popcorn from his cheek, Jimin leans in like the touch is a promise.

When Kook collapses over all of us and mumbles, "Hyung's lap is officially premium property,"

Jimin just chuckles and threads his fingers through his hair.

Later, I find him in the kitchen, licking whipped cream off his finger.

I raise a brow. "Really? You're doing this to me on purpose now, aren't you?"

He looks up, all innocent mischief. "What can I say? I'm a visual artist."

"You're a menace."

"I'm your menace." He winks.

And yeah. He is.

That night, we fall into a tangled heap on the couch.

Tae's half draped across my chest, Kook has a leg flung over both of us.

Jimin's tucked between me and Y/N, all warmth and slow breath and soft curls.

Joonie's murmuring poetry to Wacha, who is ignoring all of us from her throne box.