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

Chapter 107: Mischief, Menace, and Moonlight 🔥

Wacha claims Yoongi hyung's lap like a tax deduction. Yeontan barks every time someone tries to touch Tae's dumplings.

Jungkook is seated next to me.
Too close. Not close enough.

Every time our thighs brush, my heart skips a beat and pretends it's cool about it.

Jimin, across the table, is giggling at Tae, who's doing dramatic dumpling impressions with chopsticks as puppets.

Yoongi hyung's face is buried in his hands. "There's three of them know."

"Her Majesty has spoken!" Jimin announces as Wacha meows loudly.

"She meowed at me," Kook whispers, leaning close. "I think I'm her favorite now."

"Betrayal," I hiss, flicking a grain of rice at him.

He catches it in his mouth.
Of course he does.

Mid-dinner, he catches my eye.
And he mouths it.

"Later."

No context. Just later.
Then he turns back to Jimin like nothing happened.

Like he didn't just short-circuit my entire nervous system with one word.

Across the table, Jin hyung sighs dramatically.

"Why does it feel like we're witnessing foreplay?"

Tae, giggling into his drink, "Because you are."

Yoongi hyung groans. "Can't they wait until dessert?"

Joonie shrugs, unfazed. "They are dessert."

Y/N noona just laughs, reaching over to steal a dumpling from Jin hyung's plate while everyone's distracted.

Jimin and Tae start plotting something involving whipped cream and pancake art.

And through it all, Jungkook keeps bumping my knee under the table like it's a secret handshake.

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GANGNAM, 11:37 PM
Our apartment.

I'm back at the desk.

Hoodie off, tank top on, trying to ignore how flushed my ears feel. The rain outside's gone softer, more like a lullaby.

My timeline's open again-export running.
I should be focused.

And then-Kook moves behind me.

No warning. No words.
Just him.

He slides his hands onto my shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the tight muscle there.

"You've been working too hard," he whispers, voice brushing my skin.

I hum. "And you've been shirtless too much."

He laughs, warm and close. "What, you don't like the view?"

"I'm trying to finish a deadline, not lose my will to function."

He leans down, nose brushing just beneath my ear.

"Too late, hyung."

Then-without warning-he sinks into my lap. Straddles me. Arms around my neck like he owns me.

"Kook-" I say, voice slightly too breathy.

"I just needed to be closer to my muse," he whispers, lips grazing my jaw.

"You're distracting."

"I'm motivating," he counters, nuzzling closer. "Big difference."

And damn it-I can't even argue.
His warmth seeps into me like sunlight.