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

Chapter 109: Post-Nap Meows & Human Feelings

Wacha's POV

-A Regal Cat's Chronicle of a Home Full of Chaos, Idiots, and Affection-

Let the record show. I, Wacha of House Chaos, First of Her Name, Queen of Armrests and Slayer of Laser Dots, was trying to nap.

Noble. Peaceful. Undisturbed.

But peace is not allowed in this jungle masquerading as a home.

No. Because these humans-my humans-are, quite frankly, emotionally unstable cuddle monsters with boundary issues.

And loud.
So loud.

I should note, before we begin, that I am not one to complain.

I am elegant. Sophisticated. Dignified beyond comprehension.

My life, prior to this household, was filled with quiet naps, window sunbathing, Y/N, my original human entertaining me with an occasional feather toy for enrichment.

Don't misunderstand me. I adore them. In the way one adores a slightly feral pack of enchanted squirrels.

They bring warmth. Laughter.
Treats. Mostly treats.

But they bring so much noise.

Take tonight, for example.

It's early evening.
Dinner was served.
I had chicken. It was acceptable.

The living room is full. Overflowing.

A tangle of blankets, mismatched socks, snuggles, limbs, and declarations of undying affection yelled from across the couch like confessions at sea.

Y/N and Jin are on the lounger.
She's draped over him like a sleepy scarf.

He's half-asleep, snoring softly, one socked foot twitching every few seconds like he's chasing snacks in his dreams.

Where am I?

On. His. Stomach.
Curled in a perfect loaf.

Balanced. Elegant. Untouchable.

Purr.

My throne is warm.
My kingdom is chaotic.
I'm used to it now.

Somewhere to my left, Jungkook and Taehyung-my two most golden retriever-coded humans-are currently mock-fighting over Yeontan and a particularly fluffy pillow that, by all legal and moral rights, should be mine.

"Yeontan's hogging it!" Jungkook whines, trying to yank it out from under the dog.

Yeontan, proud and oblivious, lies stretched across the pillow like a smug croissant, his tail flicking as if to say, Yes, fight for me, fools.

His little gremlin face is pressed against the fluff like he owns the moon.

He's been trying to win my affection for a long time. And I will never admit how much he has grown on me.

He once brought me a piece of leaf from someone's plate. I sniffed it, then knocked it off the table.

We haven't spoken since.

"Leave him alone," Taehyung says, sticking his tongue out and then immediately stealing a kiss from Jungkook mid-argument.

MEOW.

I gag. Loudly.
No one hears.

They're now kissing, tangled, limbs wrapped like noodles in a soulmate soup.

Gross.
Love is weird.

Across the room, Namjoon is trying to organize movie night.

"Okay, so if we start now, we can finish the trilogy by-"