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

Chapter 107: Mischief, Menace, and Moonlight 🔥

Jin hyung is snoring in the armchair like it's a symphony. Yeontan's at our feet, dreaming puppy dreams.

And in the middle of it all-Jimin looks around.

He smiles.
Not the one he shows to cameras.
The real one.

The one that whispers I'm safe.

I brush his bangs back.
Press a kiss to his temple.

He doesn't speak.
He doesn't need to.

Because this?
This is what love looks like before it says its name out loud.

This is how it begins.
And it feels like coming home.

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It's raining in Gangnam.

The kind of rain that doesn't roar-it whispers.

Soft taps against the glass balcony doors, the occasional sigh of wind through the high-rises.

The lights outside blur into watercolor-red, blue, gold-dripping down the windowpane like the city is painting itself into a dream.

Inside our apartment, everything is warm light and lo-fi beats.

One floor lamp glows amber in the corner. My monitors cast a soft blue over the room.

And me? I'm deep in the edit cave.

Sleeves pushed to my elbows.
Glasses on. Eyes scanning frame by frame.

The footage is clean-sharp transitions, syncs to beat, captions ready. My lemon water sits untouched beside the keyboard.

My phone buzzes and buzzes again-managers, brand notes, another ad brief from the wellness app collab.

I don't look. Not yet.
I'm in my zone.
Until I'm not.

Because I hear it-movement behind me.
A shift in air, soft footsteps over wood.

And suddenly, I'm not alone in the orbit of this quiet world.

"Missed you," Kookie murmurs.

The words land against the back of my neck like a warm breath. And I smile.

Small. Immediate.
I don't turn. Not yet.

"You always say that after I've already made dinner."

He chuckles, low and rough. "True. But I mean it more when I'm hungry."

I glance sideways-and there he is.

Leaning against the kitchen counter like he doesn't know what he's doing to me.

Shirtless. Tattoos on full display.
His sweatpants hang criminally low.

Hair damp from a shower, lips wrapped around a protein shake straw like a sin.

My brain blue-screens.

"You're ridiculous," I say flatly, returning to my editing window before I do something reckless.

"I'm motivated," he says, voice pure velvet.

When I reach for my smoothie, there's a pink sticky note on the cup.

You're sexy when you're stressed.
-Jk

I choke on air.

"You-"

He just winks and strolls off like he didn't just detonate a bomb under my desk.

Later that night, we're back at the soulmate house, everyone sprawled around the long dining table.